Prometheus

Chapter 5

She blinked a few times and turned over to the other side, moved her head a few times to find a comfortable spot on the pillow and closed her eyes again. Slowly she started to realize this pillow was too hard, warm, and muscular to be a pillow... Her eyes shot wide open and her thoughts were confirmed: she was sleeping on a leg. A big leg. A leg that no doubt belonged to a big body, which could only belong to the Engineer... 

Her heart was racing, knowing that any form of touch enraged him it was best to slowly move away before he noticed she fell asleep on him. She lifted her head slowly and looked up to the Engineer's face, and her breath stopped. He was wide awake, but instead of keeping an eye on her he was looking straight ahead. When he still hadn't moved after a few seconds, she slowly sat up straight and breathed out. It was a strange sight indeed - he sat straight up, staring straight to the wall and didn't move a muscle. Maybe this was her chance to contact doctor Shaw and David...

Trying to make as less noise as possible, she slowly slipped her feet on the ground. When her wounded foot touched the ground an unexpected sting nearly made her make a noise, but she managed to keep silent. She pulled the towel tight around her body and sneaked to the bathroom whilst dodging the glass on the floor. 

'Doctor Shaw? David?' she whispered in the transmitter when she found her suit. No answer. She kept trying, and every unanswered call made her more nervous. Did something happen to them? Did they leave without her..? She had nearly given up hope when suddenly the voice of David answered: 'Miss Jones?' 

'David!' she said in relief. 'Are you two okay? Have you made much progress?'

'Jones, you're alive!' the surprise in Shaw's voice worried Isabel. 'Good news, we are as good as ready. We will leave at dawn, after we get you of course. Find anything useful as a weapon, I know there is an axe around there somewhere, we might need it to defeat the Engineer...'

'I think I saw the axe...' Isabel replied softly - somehow the thought of attacking the Engineer seemed wrong to her.

'Good,' doctor Shaw replied. 'I have something useful as well. I'm afraid David won't be much of a help in his current state, but the two of us can-'

Isabel interrupted doctor Shaw: 'You know what? If you come to Vickers' ship at this time tomorrow, I'll be outside ready to go. I think I can escape him without us having to risk our lives.'

'Are you sure?' asked doctor Shaw. 'We can not wait for you if you don't succeed.'

'I am positive.' replied Isabel. 

After a brief moment of silence, doctor Shaw answered: 'Very well then. We'll see you tomorrow, Jones.'

After the communication got caught off again, Isabel sat on the ground for a while thinking if she made the right decision - would she indeed be able to escape him? And why did the thought of using violence against him feel so wrong? Why was she feeling compassion for someone who wanted nothing more than to see her take her last breath? She sighed and stood up, put her towel in place and quietly sneaked back to the couch. The Engineer still hadn't moved as far as she could tell. When she sat back on the couch  and looked up, she noticed his eyes were still open - but now, they were looking directly at her...