Primeval's Twist (A Primeval/Captain Becker Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4: The Abandoned House (part 2)✔️✔️

26/6/15

I don't own any of primeval, it's plot or characters unfortunately. However, Katherina and her family are mine. All credit and rights go to impossible pictures.

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Katherina's POV:

I came around to the sound of a door opening and my name being called.

"Katie!" Abby gasped as she ran towards me, Jenny and Connor right behind her.

I rolled my head, my neck clicking and groaned. My eyes drifted to my hands, splattered with blood before I moved my top aside to check my wound. It wasn't as deep as my adrenalin had initially thought, three shallow scratches marred my pale stomach, the blood already having clotted. I placed my top back over my stomach and rose to my feet with the help of Connor and Abby.

"What happened?" Abby whispered.

"There was..." But I couldn't remember. I simply stared at them with a helpless look on my face.

They all glanced towards the top of the steps before helping me down the last couple.

"Just let me sit down." I whispered as I lowered myself onto the bottom step.

"Think slowly, it'll come back to you." Jenny muttered reassuringly. "What happened?"

"Well I was upstairs..." I started slowly as snippets came back to me. "Erm... I can't remember after that."

They looked at me in concern.

"We should get you back to The ARC doctors. Becker's gonna have our arses." Groaned Connor.

"Okay you stay here but wait outside." Jenny said to Connor as he nodded in response.

Becker's POV:

I stood in Cutters lab with him and Dr. Page, trying to shake my bad feeling and focus on finding out who the intruder was.

"Cutter," began Sarah. "You and Katie saw this man eaten by a giant scorpion in the desert, I'd say that makes him fairly dead."

"I didn't say it made sense." Cutter argued.

I uncrossed my arms as I walked further into the room.

"Alright," I sighed. "It's his identical twin."

I really had no idea what was going through Cutters head right now.

"Okay then what was he doing here and what was he doing going through my laundry." Asked Cutter.

I thought for a moment.

"You killed his brother," I snorted. "So he steals your shirt."

Sarah tried to cover a laugh, and I found myself thinking it wasn't nearly as endearing when she did it as when Katie did it.

"Look you said it yourself," I said, shaking my thoughts away. "It doesn't make any sense."

"Helen." Cutter murmured. "Maybe she's got something to do with it, she employed the guy before."

I hummed in agreement. Sounds like real, live Jesus.

"Yeah so now she's brought him back from the dead," I rolled my eyes. "Well, she's scarier than I thought."

"You can't even begin to guess." Cutter said, ignoring my sarcasm. "Rule number one: if something explicable happens, Helen is usually behind it." He paused for a long moment, staring off into space. "Trust me." He turned to face us. "She's back."