I offer him the chance to enter first, knowing there is a chance of it because he might think that there is a trap inside I might set off for him if I entered first.
He declines.
"Please, be my guest," I persist.
"No," he repeats. That is not the answer I am looking for. The gun ends up in my hand before I even think about it. He gives me a grin that does not reach his eyes. He knows I am edgy, but for once is not underestimating it. About time.
I step forward and he does the same. Slowly, we both make our way on the ship. Fronts presented, weapons shown. His are behind his back, useless on his planet but look like they would make a sharp mark on me. We are still an equal match.
"Where are we going?" he asks me.
"I'm not telling you," I give off a smirk, hoping to unnerve his subconscious, if only a small bit. I am planning paths in my mind. There is of course what I want to accomplish, which will be done no matter what the cost. If it is my final wish, I know I will be victorious.
Side by side we are at the control panel in the front of the ship. I set the coordinates in a language he does not know, one I am certain he will not discern. I created it myself a while ago and it has served me well since. Then, I lock the controls. It will take us a while to arrive at our destination, I can change it whenever I wish, but I need to know he won't. I use a password he would never guess for. It is a word that I can barely strain through my mind, a word that even I have lost in the times since past. It is a word I no longer think will be used to myself. No one could think it of a monster.
We sit on opposite sides of the ship. Neither of us do anything. My legs feel broken and I doubt I could make a sudden move even if he requires it of me. I don't show it though, I take all of my remaining energy and send it at him through my eyes. He does the same. We sit here and I loose track of time, for all I can do is return the stare.
His beloved Invader's uniform is in shreds, so much so that he would almost be better suited wearing nothing. I can see his green skin, marred with dark green and purple marks, pink blood clotting at the edges and dried over both skin and cloth. It is almost as if his body is an easel, and a careless painter has splattered unwanted colours over him, making him grotesque and unreal. Stains are on the ground under his feet, where his soles are oozing his blood. None of this he seems to notice, only his cracked, filmed eye and his blood red other staring into my own eyes.
Strangely, a pain comes across me. Pity is swelling in my heart as I stare at his form. I blink. He blinks. The pity is not for him, it is for my remorse which he has cause of me. I am pitying myself, something I have often told myself I would never do. I could have had a life, one that ensure my survival. I choose this path, still. I do not want it anymore, but nothing that could happen would make me choose otherwise.
He smiles. I try to start, not remembering when he got so close, not remembering when he was right in front of me! My body and mind betrays me however. My eyes shut down, reminding me I can only be Human.
A failed Human.
I feel-
