shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
The pain served as focus for his goal. He searched his memory and mentally plotted out the route in his head. The world around started to fade and all that mattered was surviving. Not that his life was in any danger but rational thought was already fleeing rapidly from his mind. At some point, he felt the pressure on his chest leave. The restraints being released. The angel surged forward and collapsed to his hands (well one hand) and knees and his eyes searched ahead, unseeing but very much alive. It wasn't until he heard a voice. Someone called his name. Something...who was that? His own name echoed in his head a few times, reverberating within his own mental cage and for a moment, the world cleared up for him. He could see the ship again, though it was blurred from the concussion and black that threatened to over take his moment of clarity again. He looked up and laid eyes upon....who was she again? Someone important. Important....important people can help...though nobody important has ever given him a second glance other than as a damned lab rat. Breaking to pieces, putting him back together again in different ways, laughing at how he cried and bled and suffered and despaired! He wouldn't beg again. Not to them! Not to those whoresons. Not to those damned humans! "Aeva" The word reverberated once more. One final time. They never called him by his name...It was always Subject: Fallen. Fallen. Fallen. Fallen. A clever little joke on fallen angel. It was always so much fun to watch Subject: Fallen writhe. So interesting how he despaired at having his wings stripped away from him time and time again.NovaNovass said:Ross had finished placing out the last fire when she heard a scream and some curse words. At first she thought maybe the doctors had gotten Shin out of the pod, only for her to not recognize the voice all that much. Ross placed down the red can and wandered off towards the yelling and screaming. That's when she came across the fallen angel. He was still strapped into his chair, but his arm and wing looked damaged.
She took a few steps closer to notice the blood running down his face. She figured he had to have hit his head somewhere. She knelled down and raised a hand, "I'm here." She told him softly as she started to undo the belts strapping him down. She noticed the look in his eyes and could tell something triggered something.
She took her time pulling the straps off and looked over his shoulder and the wound on the back of his head. She couldn't get a very good look yet, but the sooner she could get him to the med bay the better.
Ross stepped back understanding and knowing flash backs very much. "Look at me." She told him. If she could get him to focus on her and not the bad stuff.... Then bad stuff might not happen. She had to keep him from going to that dark place. A dark place she took knew first hand.
She couldn't say that it never effected her, but now a days, her past was more just faded memories. But for others.... Their past could still be that black haze and could cause more damage if they ever fell into that darkness.
She tried to remember the angels name and hoped that she got it right. "Aeva." She stated in a calm voice. She stood up and held out both hands to help him up. She would not force her help upon him... But only offer. Those memories and thoughts could be triggered by anything... So she would not push any buttons.
"Captain...." Aeva breathed out eventually. She was some kind of captain. A ship. He remembered a ship. The medbay was on the ship. She knew the ship. She knew. She was in charge. She could help. Could she? Would she? "Med bay. Need to...n-need to fix my shoulder. I-I- I can't be grounded again. Not again. No. No. No..... I c-can't. It hurts. It's not funny. It's not! Why do you laugh? Why is it funny Captain?" It was in that moment that Aeva locks eyes with the captain of the Gallion with an expression that looks almost like a dead man's stare, "Why do you humans always find it so funny to hurt us. Why? Why? Why? Why do they keep doing it? Heheh....Is it funny to see the birdy go poof over and over? Ha...ha...hahaaha. Yeah I guess it is huh??" The ex-soldier's voice starts to shake as he speaks his mad ramblings but in one final moment of clarity, just before he descends into the dark place that is his own mind, he practically begs, "Don't.....let them.....take my wings away again.....please captain. Please....." Aeva lapses into silence after that. His eyes no longer in the present but reliving his trauma in his own mind. Years of this have made him able to keep his body from lashing out in fury and madness but he would no longer be able to move without some kind of guidance.