Haunting Memories
She had left, finally. He was alone again.
Aerrow could hardly believe that he was back at the Condor…back home.
Safe…even so, it took a feat of will to leave his room the first time.
The events of the past two days had occurred so suddenly…
"You have become boring, Aerrow." Dark Ace sighed as he leaned against the wall inside the cell.
Aerrow was curled up on the cot. His head felt dull…stuffed with cotton. His eyes creaked open and settled mechanically on the Dark Ace.
"Too bad, really." Dark Ace said, lacing his fingers together and leisurely cracking his knuckles. "I must say, I did enjoy our time together, my boy. You turned out to be a very good sport."
He passed the bathroom and wavered…it had been so long since he'd had a shower…well, one that hadn't been scalding hot, designed to burn…
He stepped inside, cautiously. The wider spaces of the ship were strange to him now…it made him nervous. The bathroom was small…confined.
Safe.
"But, as they say," The Dark Ace continued, "All good things must come to an end, eh? And well…I suppose that includes you, too."
"So…" Aerrow grated from his pained throat, "…you're going to finally…kill me…"
The water steamed gently, creating rivulets down his impossibly scarred back.
The Dark Ace raised an eyebrow. "Oh, don't be so melodramatic, Aerrow. I'm not going to kill you." He barked a laugh. "That would destroy everything I've done so far."
"Then…what…?"
He cringed at the memories...
Dark Ace turned on his heel, heading out. He looked over his shoulder with a derisive snort. "I'm not giving them a martyr. I am going to return one of their most powerful leaders…crippled…broken…and utterly destroyed."
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Author's Note: Total word count: 288
Ooooh... I am going to make some people made with this one. Bwahahaha.
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