Kaldur's Pain

The Italian

Kaldur has been hovering by the team, his mother, and his queen for hours since his memory attack. He needed a way out. While the Team and League were in the meeting room, Kaldur got dressed into his black jeans and blue hoodie and went into the kitchen. He walked into the room quietly before he purposely knocked over several pots, pans, and plates, which made a loud crash and shattering noise.

Then he painfully ran to hide behind a corner. The Team and League heard the noise and went to investigate the problem. Kaldur was able to get to the zeta beam and get back to his home city. Before anyone could even figure out what happened, Kaldur was already gone. With his beamer in his pocket, Kaldur walked around his neighborhood until he walked by an old church. He has never seen the inside of a church before. He walked into the empty church and was amazed to see the beautiful stain glass windows, the long wooden pews with a knee rest, and the alter. Kaldur walked down the aisle and stood there in front of the alter. He was so focused on the cross and the statues in the back of the altar that he did not hear the priest come into the room.

"Hello." The priest greeted.

Kaldur jumped slightly and grabbed the beamer from his pocket. He calmed down when he saw the priest.

"Hello." Kaldur replied in shocked.

"May I help you?" The priest asked.

He was a surprisingly fit white man, for a priest. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of light brown khakis and a blue button down shirt which was tucked in. Kaldur was surprised by his calm, nice demeanor.

"I do not mean to intrude." Kaldur apologized.

"It is fine. All people are welcomed here." The priest explained. "Are you alright? You look nervous." The priest asked.

"I am just so-. I am sorry for looking flustered." Kaldur apologized again.

"Have a seat child." The priest said as he patted the spot next to him on the pew.

Kaldur cautiously sat next to him. He still kept his distance and had his hands in his pocket, clutching his beamers as a precaution. You never know who you could be sitting next to you.

"So what brings you here this evening." The priest asked.

"I honestly don't know why I am here." Kaldur said unsurely.

"You seem troubled." The priest said as he sat up straighter.

"My whole life got turned on its side in only a year. I honestly do not know what to do with that." Kaldur said as tears slowly fell down from his eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The priest asked as he gave Kaldur his handkerchief from his pocket.

"I have never been within the walls of this building. Let alone with any church and yet you are treating me as if I come here every day. Why?" Kaldur asked as he looked at the priest in bewilderment.

"Everyone needs someone to talk to. We don't have to talk if you don't want to." The priest explained.

"I really think that it would be nice to talk, but I do not know how much I could tell you." Kaldur admitted shakey.

"Anything you say here will not leave here. As long as you did no harm to anyone then I, by law, do not have to say a word to anyone about what you tell me. Now if you did harm someone, I will try to talk you into telling the police, Okay?" The priest explained in a soothing tone.

"I guess- I guess you could say that it started when I was enlisted into the military. I was only 8 maybe even 9 years of age." Kaldur started with a thick swallow.