X sat on the floor of the holding cell, his mind totally numb. How could it have happened? How could Elle be dead? She was supposed to get better!
He didn't remember much that had happened after the monitors went flatline. Other agents had came rushing in, grabbed him and drug him out. He vaguely recalled Jay taking a swing at him before anyone could stop him. The skin around his eye was tender and swollen from the hit. They had taken him down to lock-up and shoved him into this cell after making him change into a jail uniform. He didn't say a word the entire time. What could he say? Elle was gone and it was his fault.
He couldn't bring himself to sit on the cell's bed. It reminded him too much of her. What he wouldn't give at that moment if she would appear, yelling and shrieking at him, demanding that he wait on her. He reached up and curiously touched his face. It was wet. Such an unusual sensation. He had never cried before.
The Alien Rights Commission had sent someone to visit him, of course. They wanted him to claim some sort of impared judgement, saying that he could get off since he was supposedly insane at the time. He had yelled at them, telling them to get out and leave him alone. His judgement hadn't been impared in the least. He knew what he was doing and now an innocent woman was dead because of him.
His friend was dead. Friend. That was a strange word to him. He had never actually had a friend before, not even on his own planet. A week ago, he would never have imagined a small eared, beady eyed human being a friend but the few days that he had spent with Elle had changed things. He started to cry harder as he thought about it. His only friend was dead and it was all his fault. It just wasn't fair. Why had he finally found a friend only to loose her so quickly?
He wanted to call out to the guards, to beg someone to stay with Elle so she wouldn't be alone. She had been so frightened of that. He was sure that no one would listen to him though. He shuddered at the thought of Elle being alone and scared. She didn't deserve that. He stood, took the blanket from the bed and begin to methodically tear it into strips. He had done this to her. The least he could do was make sure she wasn't alone.
