Your requiem
"Don't take that music playing device away from him. He will hurt himself if exposed to silence for too long." The scientist told the Director.
The green haired druggie smirked and looked up from his spot. He could never find the perfect words to say and so he lets his music be his voice. The melancholy guitar echoed in his ears like a lonely wolf's howling through the midnight winter air.
As long as he had his own pair of headphones and his signature music all stored in his MP3 player, Shani Andras felt like he could conquer the whole world.
When music couldn't be with him, he pretended that the noise around him was music. Such cases were of extreme importance to him when he was out on the battlefield.
Though sound couldn't project itself out in the battlefield, Shani could see and even feel a distant sensation of fear sweeping through his blood as he fought to satisfy his superior's orders.
The battlefield reminded him of so many different kinds of music.
At times, he imagined a heavy screamo bass playing through his head. When that hidden sadness crept out from what's left of his heart, Shani allowed a requiem that never existed to be washed over his own little world.
When he was on high, the medications played a steady a rhythm resembling industrial trance for him.
He never found any comfort in silence.
Silence only tasted good when he was around the love obsession of his Superior. The aura of infinite silence that his amethyst eyed Captain held around was beyond description. It was beautiful yet haunting.
Natarle's amethyst eyes held a distant heartbroken look. Shani knew that the beauty she held was not for him. It wasn't for anyone onboard the Dominion.
Not too surprising. Shani knew that there would be no one who would sing a requiem for him.
The final battle happened all too quickly. There was no harmony in the beat of the music within Shani's mind. All he heard was a messy rhythm as bass and drums clashed furiously within his empty stage.
He knew that this day would come.
As he shut his eyes momentarily, he could see himself standing in the middle of that broken stage. But this time, there was no audience in the concert hall.
Throughout the chaos, Shani sang. It was rather odd to hear him sing of such sad melody but who would care anyways?
Who would be there to stand up and clap for him once his time on stage was over?
As the Duel dashed up to the Forbidden and dealt Shani's war machine with a final blow, all Shani could see was his Captain's presence from the back of the concert hall.
"...But why...?" Shani whispered; the microphone hardly projected his voice.
Natarle shook her head. Her lips moved but Shani wasn't able to make out what she was trying to say.
Were they all done for?
"Sing for us." She ordered. "Or silence will be our only requiem."
"Silence won't be your requiem, Captain."
She paused before choosing her words carefully.
"You deserve a requiem."
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