I don't own the characters or the lyrics just borrowing them a little
He thought he was going crazy the first time he heard it but he knew by the third time he wasn't imagining it. There was a woman singing in the cell next to his. He couldn't believe it, couldn't imagine wasting what little energy he had between beatings to sing. The voice was beautiful though; had a gritty feel to it. He didn't know if that's what she always sounded like or if she was losing her voice from screaming. He could hear when her door was opened and shut and knew the cylons were torturing her. Maybe singing was her way to keep her sanity or hope. Maybe it was her way to defy the cylons; to show them they couldn't break her voice or her spirit. Whoever she is she's a fighter with a lot of willpower. Every night for the past 15 days he could hear her with the cylons and hear her after the cylons left. Singing thru the pain and abuse; finding an outlet for all the angst and torment. In one way he hoped it was a cylon trick because no one deserved all the pain that woman was going through but on the other hand he hoped it was a human. She could tell the cylons where they could stick it and keep on fighting. At night when he was blocking out the fear and pain he's mind would create a person to go with the voice.
She'd be beautiful with soft features, high cheekbones, full lips, a cute little nose and eyes as fierce as a goddess' set ablaze. Within that fierceness there was always warmth, she always managed to calm his racing mind, or distract him from his pain. Even in his mind she wielded a power over him; he wondered what she'd be like to meet in person. Could she captive his mind face to face as she does through the wall? He hoped they both lived long enough to find out.
There'd been a silence within his cell the last three days. No visits from the cylons or a song seeping through the cracks. It concerned him to say the least; he couldn't fathom why the cylons would suddenly leave him alone. That Brother Cavil seemed to have a personal vendetta against him. He didn't understand why. He understood Doral's grudge, he had left the bastard to die on Ragnar. And he did watch the man, machine whatever the hell they were blow himself up on Galactica. He understood the hatred from Doral but Brother Cavil had come as a mystery. Not that he cared what a skin job thought anyway. Really he was concerned about the woman; he hoped she was released. Free from this concrete hell, but something within him told him that wasn't what happened.
Maybe she was hurt and the cylons finally decided to get medical help. Or they took her somewhere else to torture her some more. He wasn't a religious man but since the end of the worlds he found himself looking for a higher power more often. Right now he prayed to the gods to spare the woman, who ever she maybe. It was late the third night when he heard the cell next to his open and a loud thump echoed through the open door then silence. The slam of the door closing and fading footsteps echoed through the corridor and died into nothing. He crawled to the connecting wall and strained to hear anything. He just had to know if she was still here and alive. Straining he could hear what sounded like dragging, like someone dragging themselves across the room. Then there was nothing but he kept listening. Something started seeping through the wall, quiet in volume and strength but there none the less.
"Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need"
The words stopped and silence embraced them. He was disappointed she stopped but relieved to know she was still alive. Now he wondered what she was singing for. What was it she needed other than freedom?
would love to know your thoughts. thinking about making this a multi chapter story but if people don't like it there's no point, right?
