Shango awoke in a bright white room, his face burning with a pain so
intense it sent waves of nausea of his body. He sat up, and remembered
collapsing into the sparking control board.
A quick glance at a mirror on the other side of the room revealed that his face was scarred with red slashes and patches all over his cheeks and forehead.
Scarred for life...
A nurse with long black hair and thick glasses walked into the room, looked at him and smiled, then grabbed a stack of papers and left. He smiled back at her, then collapsed back into the pillows, quickly falling asleep.
Shango was sitting on a bench in a playground surrounded by lush green trees, and pretty pink flowers. His best friend Dash was swinging from a tire that was tied to a metal chain which was connected to a long, bright red pole.
Shango smiled, jumped out of the bench, and started running over to Dash. He wanted nothing more badly then to swing on the tire all day long with his best friend Dash.
As he jogged over to the tire swing, his foot got caught in a weed, and he flew forward, his face slamming into the ground. He stood up, blood gushing out of his nose.
He tried not to cry. He didn't want the big boys to think he was a baby. He looked to Dash for support, but Dash had a large burining hole in his chest. Tears started flowing down Shango's face, and he collapsed in a heap on the ground.
Everyone around him was...laughing.
Shango cried.
Shango shot out of his bed with a jolt. His face still burned, but the pain was little and barely noticable. The brown-haired nurse was in the room, checking his vitals, and she quickly turned to see what the commotion was.
"Is there something the matter, Commander Shango?" The nurse asked, giving him a worrisome look.
"I...I had a terrible nightmare. My best friend, Dash, he was dead. And I was hurt and crying! And everybody was laughing at me, and--"
"Shango," the nurse said, "Everything is ok."
Shango's eyes went wide. "But Dash! Where's Dash?"
The nurse sighed, looking down at the ground. "Dash was killed in your last mission. Surely you remember?"
His eyes swelled with tears. "I...I don't remember anything, I just..." His voice trailed off. "I don't remember anything."
"What do you remember, Shango?" the nurse asked him quietly.
"I...we...were on a mission. Dash...was with me. Dash was gonna tell me," tears streamed down from his eyes, "He was gonna tell me what they put in the missiles to make the explosions green. And then we got hit by a blast, we were spinning...a huge hole in Dash's stomach..."
Shango stood up, his face red with rage. He punched his fist through the screen displaying his vitals. "Nobody had to die," he screamed, "This war is pointless! Nobody has the right to take somebody else's life. Nobody!" He collapsed back into the bed, crying and screaming at the same time.
"Shango, it's ok, everything will be--"
Shango stood up, and barged towards the exit of the room. "Nothing will be ok, dammit! Nothing!" He opened the door with so much force it ripped right off the hinges, slamming into the nurse. She screamed.
"Shango, wait! You're not ready to leave!"
"Shut up," he said, and walked away.
A quick glance at a mirror on the other side of the room revealed that his face was scarred with red slashes and patches all over his cheeks and forehead.
Scarred for life...
A nurse with long black hair and thick glasses walked into the room, looked at him and smiled, then grabbed a stack of papers and left. He smiled back at her, then collapsed back into the pillows, quickly falling asleep.
Shango was sitting on a bench in a playground surrounded by lush green trees, and pretty pink flowers. His best friend Dash was swinging from a tire that was tied to a metal chain which was connected to a long, bright red pole.
Shango smiled, jumped out of the bench, and started running over to Dash. He wanted nothing more badly then to swing on the tire all day long with his best friend Dash.
As he jogged over to the tire swing, his foot got caught in a weed, and he flew forward, his face slamming into the ground. He stood up, blood gushing out of his nose.
He tried not to cry. He didn't want the big boys to think he was a baby. He looked to Dash for support, but Dash had a large burining hole in his chest. Tears started flowing down Shango's face, and he collapsed in a heap on the ground.
Everyone around him was...laughing.
Shango cried.
Shango shot out of his bed with a jolt. His face still burned, but the pain was little and barely noticable. The brown-haired nurse was in the room, checking his vitals, and she quickly turned to see what the commotion was.
"Is there something the matter, Commander Shango?" The nurse asked, giving him a worrisome look.
"I...I had a terrible nightmare. My best friend, Dash, he was dead. And I was hurt and crying! And everybody was laughing at me, and--"
"Shango," the nurse said, "Everything is ok."
Shango's eyes went wide. "But Dash! Where's Dash?"
The nurse sighed, looking down at the ground. "Dash was killed in your last mission. Surely you remember?"
His eyes swelled with tears. "I...I don't remember anything, I just..." His voice trailed off. "I don't remember anything."
"What do you remember, Shango?" the nurse asked him quietly.
"I...we...were on a mission. Dash...was with me. Dash was gonna tell me," tears streamed down from his eyes, "He was gonna tell me what they put in the missiles to make the explosions green. And then we got hit by a blast, we were spinning...a huge hole in Dash's stomach..."
Shango stood up, his face red with rage. He punched his fist through the screen displaying his vitals. "Nobody had to die," he screamed, "This war is pointless! Nobody has the right to take somebody else's life. Nobody!" He collapsed back into the bed, crying and screaming at the same time.
"Shango, it's ok, everything will be--"
Shango stood up, and barged towards the exit of the room. "Nothing will be ok, dammit! Nothing!" He opened the door with so much force it ripped right off the hinges, slamming into the nurse. She screamed.
"Shango, wait! You're not ready to leave!"
"Shut up," he said, and walked away.