Author's Note: Sorry it took so long for all of this. Okay I'm finally done with Middle School so I have the whole summer to write. There are more parts coming as soon as I re type then from my journal. Oh and there's also a fanfic play that my friends at school and I have been working on. Just 10 words: Nietzschean Men are from Mars, Human Women are from Venues (evil grin) it'll be one of my less serious ones so you have that to look forward to.
End of the Nightmare
Part V. So Many Unanswered Questions…
"One hears only those questions
For which one is able to find answers"
--Fredric Nietzsche
The door in Medical Bay slid open and Tyr Anasazi stepped inside. The room was quiet. Dead quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the hum of the engines and the medical equipment. He took a few steps and pulled up a chair next to the medical table. On it lay Beka Valentine. She was a mess. Her face was ghost-pail and she had dark circles around her eyes. Her upper body all the way down to her waist was tightly binged with bandages that were soaked red from her blood. Tyr reached out for her hand and held it between his own. It was cold. If it wasn't for her shallow breathing, he would not have known that she was even alive.
To be brutally honest, Tyr was confused. He wasn't supposed to be feeling like this. He knew he felt pain. Pain that Beka was now hanging by a thread, because of the man imprisoned on the Obs. Deck. It was not fair, because at any moment, Beka could loose her grip on life. On the other hand, her Nietzschean attacker did defeat her proving himself superior. In such a case, Tyr was taught not to feel anger, but rather respect towards the superior. But, as Tyr realized, the man was not superior, neither to himself nor to Beka. He mad a dirty move, and now Beka was paying the ultimate price.
Tyr also realized that now it didn't matter. Humans… Nietzscheans, those were just names. There were saints and sinners among both. In every species there was always someone that had different views from the rest. Nietzscheans, in fact were still human just enhanced with very suppressed emotions. As children, they were taught what to express or not to express. They only felt what they were programmed to feel. No, Tyr saw, this was not entirely true. He had once felt anger and sadness more overpowering then anything ever. When he was only eleven, at the day of the attack, at the death of his parents, brothers and sisters. But the attackers were also Nietzschean. He never thought twice about any other species. Never thought that someone of a different species could be seen as an equal.
Now Tyr realized that he didn't see Beka as an inferior. On the contrary, she was a very admirable woman, head-strong, confident, and a great survivor. She always went after what she wanted and almost always got it. She went up against the universe and won. Until now. She might yet win, Tyr thought with a glimmer of hope.
Suddenly the monotonous sound of the engines was interrupted by a soft moan. Tyr looked up, praying that he didn't imagine it. He came closer and placed one hand over her forehead and the other on her right arm.
"Rebecca," he whispered. "Can you hear me?"
Another soft moan escaped her lips as Beka slowly came back to reality. Her entire body felt fatigued and hurt. Beka only opened her eyes long enough to whisper.
"Tyr, stay away from me. Guys get hurt when they get close to me." And then her lids were closed again. But this time, Tyr could afford to breath a sigh of relief. She was out of her coma and only sleeping. She would be alright by morning. The Nietzschean leaned back in his chair and relaxed. For the first time in days, he closed his eyes and allowed sleep to over take him.