A Stupid Little Excerpt from a Stupid Little Project (SciFi for the win)
Agitated, Clara sits in my lap atop the barstool seat. the Captain slides me a pint of what I assume to be beer before initiating the conversation.
“Do you really think I’m going to drink that now?”
“You drank it earlier.” He replies matter-of-factly.
“Before I knew something you obviously didn’t want me to know.” I pivot my focus. “Speaking of that— the truth.”
They sigh in unison and I can almost see Castor’s defeated expression. He used to flash it everytime his jacket got nicked on missions.
“We have to kill her Keiren— it’s our only option.”
“I’m not hurting Ayla. We can talk her down.”
“She abandoned you Keiren. When are you going to get that into your mind?”
The words sting far more than they should. It is only the truth— an old truth at that— why does it still burn like a fresh new wound.
“I don’t care what she did, we aren’t killing her.” I assert. “We’d all be tried for treason and murdered by her father anyways. Is that what you want?
“What are you not telling me?”
He finally relents. “It was her father who hired us for this mission. He said we’d need you to get it done. Apparently she still has a soft spot for whatever you two had.”
A soft spot. Could that mean that she still loved me? Even after leaving all those years ago?
“Keiren—” The captain cuts in.
“No. You used me to get to the love of my life.” I assert more aggressively.
“It has to be done. She’s destroying the universe.” Castor pleads.
“I refuse to help you scum bags in any way, shape, or form— so you might as well take me home.” I storm out, Clara at the helm.
“Don’t let them control you.” Someone says as I storm back through the hallway. “They’re both just power-tripped losers.”