Silent Heaven

Oh Brother...

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Quotes and meanings below.
"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.

Chapter 4: Oh Brother...

Silence lingered within the atmosphere between the female and I once we had returned to the apartments. When the girl would try to communicate with me, I simply would not respond. Communication is not something I am fond of, especially with humans. Humans are brought here to be judged, slain, tortured, and if need be, devoured. Not to be wasting time communicating with, or protecting.

The girl glances at me from the couch as I remain standing near a window, my helmet facing her as though looking right at her. In truth, she is only being paid partial attention to. My senses are focused mainly on our surroundings, as per usual. Despite having been created to terminate any threat that dare challenge me, I was also created with the ability to fiercely protect what I must. My capabilities of protecting are equally as powerful as my ability to kill mercilessly.

Sudden movement from the human shifts the entirety of my attention onto her, dropping any focus I had gained elsewhere. The human had gotten up from the couch to make her way into the kitchen.

Taking advantage of my empty surroundings, I walk over to the left side of the couch, the same location I had been in before we left. Lifting my weapon a degree, the blade slips back down into the slot within the flooring that was used to hold it previously. Creating a new hole in the floor would not be advisable, as it would just cause more cold air to enter the apartment at night.

Releasing my grip on the weapon, it stands on its own within the slot, as it had done before.

Lowering myself, my legs cross over one another once having sat down upon the wooden floor. The process of sitting causes discomfort and pain, but is the best option when it comes to regaining the large amount of blood I had lost. An easier, less painful method of regeneration would be to eat something, but leaving this human here alone is not an option at this time.

Feeling a sharp, pulsating pain from my back, spine and shoulders, I slowly lower my head. Lowering my head begins to redirect the weight of my helmet off my shoulders and spine a little, allowing the aching to minimally subside. Hearing the tip of my helmet make contact with the wooden floor, my helmet leans against it, giving me temporary relief of its intense weight.

Despite having been alive for many, many years, the weight of the helmet upon my shoulders has only gotten minimally easier to manage.

Sensing the human enter the room once more, I remain with my head lowered. An odd scent catches my attention as she approaches me slowly, sensing something in her hand.

Slowly she kneels down before me, her attention focused on me while she studies my helmet.

"...Does it hurt...?" She speaks suddenly.

Hesitating, I decide upon finally responding, '...It does.'

"...Are you able to take it off?" She wonders, rising back onto her feet to investigate more of it.

Upon gazing at my back, her eyes widen as she notices that the lower and inner part of the helmet is bolted into the bones of my shoulder blades and ribs, giving her the answer.

She walks around my form again, the odd scent getting thicker as I realize her hand is now moving towards me.

The source of the smell is a meat of some kind, she offers it to me.