Angel
10 Mar 2017Niatra
When the blue eyes vanished, Niatra felt alone, disturbed. He had a breakdown when the voice stopped telling him what to do and let him go. He closed himself off, hid in his quartiers, not wanting to speak to anyone. His reports he did from the office there and the food he had brought via a single chef every day.For a month or two, he stood outside the circle, observing but not intervening. Shaking his head for himself. Niatra tried whatever he could think of to make his agony vanish again, but nothing seemed to help, one day, in frustration about being alone in the room, a burden he had put on himself, he sunk his dagger into the wall between the office and the bedroom, shouting at the nothingness around him.
He drilled it into the wall deeply so that it got stuck in the foundation.
What happened then whilst he was trying to release it from the depths of the steel felt like his downfall back then, but became his lucky day it seemed.
Ending up in the hospital with a broken foot Niatra felt miserable, suddenly exposed to human beings and noises again. He was overwhelmed by impressions from the second he saw the medics coming into his quartiers.
So he lay there, in the white room, being sedated to keep him from bursting out like he did when he first woke up. Day after day when his foot healed he had the same procedure, but everything was just a blur.
Apart from that one time. It seemed an angel was sent from a land far away, looking into his eyes with that stare, the green-blue eyes and a smile on her lips. She was there, he was sure, but did not dare to ask anyone. Niatra saw an angel that day, he believes until now…
*Boom*
It felt good being in a spaceship again, blowing others up. He needed this as it is all he had left.
*Boom*
Another ship flying into bits. The happenings at the hospital wing burned into his eyes.
*Boom*
Whenever he needed comfort, he thought of the moment, when he opened his eyes and saw an angel. And the thought of her was like a remedy to his scorched soul.