Green and Blue
"Please let me go!"
Her antennas perked up at the sound of a voice. Male, she figured. Frightened by the sounds of it...
"This is a mistake!" the voice drew closer down the hall from where her cell was located. "You have to believe me! I'm not a defective!"
Mev shook her head at what the male had said. That's what we all said when they took as away,she thought, sighing. The cold wall on which her head was laying upon felt soothing to the horrible fever she felt coming, and the headache she already had. Days without food or proper medicine... Having only been here for weeks just waiting to die... It felt like an eternity already.
Two large Irken guards came within her view, holding onto the arms of a somewhat short male Irken, and judging by his blue clothing, she could already tell what his eye color was. His eyes were closed, his head bent, he seemed to have already given up and let the guards drag him to his cell. Mev felt pity crawling up her spine as she watched him.
They stopped right before her cell, and she realized they were putting him into the empty cell across from her. She perked up a bit more now, curiously watching with her light green eyes, eyes that had been nearly empty and filled with a void were now showing emotion for the first time in a long while.
Guard 1 pulled out a key and placed it into the keyhole. There was a loud 'beep' that reverberated throughout the hallway, the sound bouncing off the walls momentarily before the sound of the cell door opening replaced it. Guard 2 roughly pushed the male Irken inside the cell before slamming the door shut. The poor guy fell to the floor, showing no strength left to even get up, let alone fight back.
"You defective scums make me sick," Guard 1 said, spitting at the male Irken on the floor through the cell bars, laughing loudly with Guard 2 as they walked back the way they came. Another 'beep' sounded, along with another door opening and closing, then nothing more.
Silence.
She sat still, watching the Irken lying on the floor. She bit her lip. Normally she couldn't care less about making friends or talking with others, but she could clearly hear something of a sniffle coming out of him as he laid there, and it caused her to feel bad for him. The word 'defective' having been directed at her ever since she had been there, changed her perspective about others like her. She never realized how many there were that were like her; either a simple glitch in the Pak or showing emotion, all of them, simple Irkens, with lives and dreams, goals and wishes, were going through a rough-time, just sitting and waiting to be executed. Without food, proper medicine, some of them dying or already have died from illnesses left unattended for. She realized this guy needed to be cut a break, and she suddenly wanted to help him. Even if just a little.
She slowly and weakly got to her knees and crawled towards her cell door, holding onto one of the bars as she stared out at the Irken. "Hey," she whispered out at him. Her voice sounded rusty from lack of speaking in such a long while. She had spent her first few days there screaming her head off, and wondered briefly if that was why.
He made no answer, only shifting slightly.
She rested her aching head on the cold metal bars of the door. Clearing her throat, she decided to try again. "Hey," she repeated, slightly louder than before.
"Leave me alone..." he mumbled weakly, not harsh in tone, but simply upset. He wished not to speak to anyone at the moment, and Mev understood why.
She sighed, lying herself down on the cold floor in front of the door. She turned on her side to simply watch him. He was, really, the first thing to look at in order to get her mind off of the direction her life had gone. How her dreams were gone, how she could never explore the entire universe, or even see the dark night sky anymore.
It was the smallest wish now for her; to just see the sky one last time before the memory of it faded away as the time toward her coming execution approached. And as she watched him, she realized and knew he was dealing with the same hopeless feeling she was. They were both in this same, inescapable situation, and they hardly knew each other.
After a couple of minuets of staring at his un-moving form, the pang of sympathy for this Irken she barely knew grew and swirled to the point where it hit home for her, hard, and Mev felt a single tear escape from her eye right as she closed her eyes completely and drifted off to sleep, the tear trailing down over the side of her soft green cheek where a nasty, old bruise lay. The tear dropped silently onto the floor beside her.
A/N: Just a little side-story I'm working on because I can't stop writing. Lol, I keep wanting to write. I can't stop. XD And yes, all the IZ stories I write all fit into the plot of my next big, huge multi-chapter story. This story will come into play in my huge story coming up.
Anyway, yeah, this is only OC driven. No romance, only friendship. You'll find out their names and their back stories next chapter. And I will be updating "Parenthood" and "A strange Education" sometime this week.