I like writing very general stories. This is actually based off something
totally different, but I thought it had the potential to apply to
Enterprise very well. I'm a developing writer and this is an experiment
story for me. This time I'm practicing point of view.
Disclaimer: Shuttle pods belong to Paramount. That's all I use in this story. Rating: PG (higher) for violence.
Loss
It's interesting how a single moment can change everything. One minute you have hope, expectations, and joy. When he heard her say she loved him and didn't care about anything else, he looked over in shock, almost, and then a strange overwhelming feeling as if he was filled with something to the point that he would burst in his happiness.
It was an odd place for it. They had just escaped from the attackers and were moving back to the safe haven of their pod when she had stopped. He turned, asked if it was wrong and then heard her say it. He just stood there, dumb, not knowing what to do. He knew he would replay this moment in his mind a thousand times if not a million and know exactly what he should have done right then, but no words or action came to him with the exception of a strange lopsided smile.
And then the shots rang out and he met her eyes, knowing they had to run. But even the intense fear that should have driven him onward did not come and he felt light and happy as he ran. She was with him and they were going to make it. He found the pod, opened the door and gestured for her to come in after him. But then hearing the shot and seeing her fall was like a knife to his heart and seemed to be an endless moment, as if gravity had forgotten its pull on her momentarily. By the time he reached her she was dead; the blood poured from the fatal wound and the eyes which he had so often found himself lost in had gone dull. She breathed no more and no blood pulsed in her veins.
Something inside him snapped. With a new energy, one totally unlike the previous one, he pushed himself up from the ground and ran straight at his attackers. In their surprise to see their prey turn and run at them completely unarmed they were shocked and didn't even fire a shot at him until he had already killed one with his bare hands and taken the gun. The next few minutes were a blur as this frustration, this hatred let itself go. They had taken her away from him and with her all the future they could have had together. His anger would not be easily alleviated.
When he finally regained his senses he was surrounded by the bodies of his enemies all killed by his hand or the gun he had fired. He manic rage had given him the strength to avenge the one he loved and had been taken from him just when their time was about to start. He stumbled back to her body and tried to kneel by her.
It was at this moment he realized that he had not come through the fire unburned. He saw his own crimson blood flow on the ground, pool and mix with hers. He looked down and saw the deep cut on his own torso and saw that the bleeding could not be stopped by any of the bandages that the emergency kit would contain. He did not care, though, even though he could feel his life spilling out of him with the blood from his wounds. He instead sat down with his back supported by the pod. He then put his arms around her body and cradled her close to him. He then allowed himself to cry in huge painful sobs that shook his already weakened body, willing her to come back but knowing that he instead would join her soon in the endless sleep.
Eventually his tears ceased as the darkness took him and he slumped down from his sitting position to one on the ground. When the ship finally responded to the distress signal long sent earlier they found the two together, looking peaceful, if bloody, with their enemies dead all around them. The man who had known them both as friends looked upon the scene and only said, "He was my friend, and she was my support. Without them, I am lost."
El Fin
Disclaimer: Shuttle pods belong to Paramount. That's all I use in this story. Rating: PG (higher) for violence.
Loss
It's interesting how a single moment can change everything. One minute you have hope, expectations, and joy. When he heard her say she loved him and didn't care about anything else, he looked over in shock, almost, and then a strange overwhelming feeling as if he was filled with something to the point that he would burst in his happiness.
It was an odd place for it. They had just escaped from the attackers and were moving back to the safe haven of their pod when she had stopped. He turned, asked if it was wrong and then heard her say it. He just stood there, dumb, not knowing what to do. He knew he would replay this moment in his mind a thousand times if not a million and know exactly what he should have done right then, but no words or action came to him with the exception of a strange lopsided smile.
And then the shots rang out and he met her eyes, knowing they had to run. But even the intense fear that should have driven him onward did not come and he felt light and happy as he ran. She was with him and they were going to make it. He found the pod, opened the door and gestured for her to come in after him. But then hearing the shot and seeing her fall was like a knife to his heart and seemed to be an endless moment, as if gravity had forgotten its pull on her momentarily. By the time he reached her she was dead; the blood poured from the fatal wound and the eyes which he had so often found himself lost in had gone dull. She breathed no more and no blood pulsed in her veins.
Something inside him snapped. With a new energy, one totally unlike the previous one, he pushed himself up from the ground and ran straight at his attackers. In their surprise to see their prey turn and run at them completely unarmed they were shocked and didn't even fire a shot at him until he had already killed one with his bare hands and taken the gun. The next few minutes were a blur as this frustration, this hatred let itself go. They had taken her away from him and with her all the future they could have had together. His anger would not be easily alleviated.
When he finally regained his senses he was surrounded by the bodies of his enemies all killed by his hand or the gun he had fired. He manic rage had given him the strength to avenge the one he loved and had been taken from him just when their time was about to start. He stumbled back to her body and tried to kneel by her.
It was at this moment he realized that he had not come through the fire unburned. He saw his own crimson blood flow on the ground, pool and mix with hers. He looked down and saw the deep cut on his own torso and saw that the bleeding could not be stopped by any of the bandages that the emergency kit would contain. He did not care, though, even though he could feel his life spilling out of him with the blood from his wounds. He instead sat down with his back supported by the pod. He then put his arms around her body and cradled her close to him. He then allowed himself to cry in huge painful sobs that shook his already weakened body, willing her to come back but knowing that he instead would join her soon in the endless sleep.
Eventually his tears ceased as the darkness took him and he slumped down from his sitting position to one on the ground. When the ship finally responded to the distress signal long sent earlier they found the two together, looking peaceful, if bloody, with their enemies dead all around them. The man who had known them both as friends looked upon the scene and only said, "He was my friend, and she was my support. Without them, I am lost."
El Fin