Beyond

Chapter Six: Flight

                Chapter Six: Flight

                        Alexandra

        I don't know what must've hit me, but all I know is that I immediately entrusted these new people with my life.  They took us into their vehicle and flew us far away from the remains of the car and jeep down below.  As we fly away, I watch in shock, mouth wide open as my arms tighten around my daughter, at the fading view of the people, now dead, that tried to take us.  In relief, I press up against the wall and let out a long, exasperated sigh.  Then, I rest my head against the wall, tilting it to the side so I can relax.

        Below us, the grass sways to the side from the wind that buffets above the copter.  Far out in the horizon, the sun sets to lead us to night, which prepares us for the next day.  I watch the orange, bright light glow ahead, squinting my eyes so it doesn't burn as much to look at.  The pink and orange clouds, which surround the sun, are thin, but beautiful.  They highlight the sky like a child drew on it with crayons, but it resulted in a much more gorgeous picture.  On the other side, when I turn my head, I see that the night sky is beginning to appear.  Stars are glistening shortly, along with the black-blue covering over the rest of it.  Near the stars, there is also a round moon, which is fully shaped in a circle.

        Almost my entire body cries out in pain from the former events.  My hair is tangled and messy, with blood stains in it, since it touches the back of my neck, which a bullet had just barely skid across and left its mark.  My lip is cut, making it hard to keep my mouth open or move it very well.  My legs burn from the sudden running I was forced to do because of the men.  My head throbs from the car crash, the rest of my body crying out in just as much agony as every where else on me.

        Ears ringing slightly, I can just barely hear someone settle down beside me.  He's a tall man, with black, neat hair and a red suit on.  He bends over me, gazing down at my body for signs of any bad wounds that may cause me to bleed out.  Since there are none, I just decide to point to the most painful and major wound on my body, which is from the bullet.

        I feel his hands skillfully work on the wound, inserting each stitch to close it up.  His crystal blue eyes are focused on the gash, working hard on it.  At first, it is very painful and almost unbearable; yet, I soon get past it and almost forget what he is doing.  As I sit there, he talks to me gently, "What is your name?"

        "Alexandra," I sigh, finding it hard to talk.  "Alexandra Vast."

        "Mm," he says.  Then, he moves to the rest of the cuts on my body, which are small, but still sting.  "I'm Casper Strang.  I am a medic that works for the Army, which is a force you will understand later, but not now.  For now, I need you to rest and relax yourself to ease the pain.  Breathe in deep, and make it long and steady.  If you have any trouble, just grasp my arm and I will understand what you mean."  He closes up a gash on my leg, which I barely noticed until now.

        As he continues, his delicate voice continues, "You are a very brave woman for saving your daughter like that, Miss Vast.  Do you have a husband?"

        "I did," I mumble through the pain.

        "Ah, I am so sorry for your loss."

        "It's alright," I dip my head and attempt to close my eyes.  Yet, the tears that grow from the memory almost block me from doing so.  In that case, I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling of the helicopter, which somehow illudes me from my dreadful memories.

        "So what is your daughter's name?"

        "Sagan," I gaze at him.  I wonder why he is so curious about my life; maybe this is his routine to distract someone from the pain when they are hurt.  However, most medics would ignore the person and go right to work; it must take a lot of patience to be able to work this diligently and speak about life all at once.

        "A very nice name, Ali."

        Ali? I think.  The memory was so distant until now; my husband used to call me Ali, since he often messed around, stating that my name is "too long" and hard to say.  To hear this man say it reminds me of those times; I want to forget it all, just so I can move on.  In a way, I almost wish it never happened to me and that I never experienced such a time like that.  Though it was happy, it led to something sad and unfortunate.  It caused too much pain for now.

        As I proceed to sit there, Casper says, "I will stay here with you, if you'd like."

        I watch him carefully.  "Don't you have other things to attend to?"

        "Nothing as important as making you feel comfortable. You deserve it for saving your gifted child, who will do a lot for society in the future, you know.  She could be the key to the survival of humanity, dear Ali.  Don't you see?"

        Eyes wandering into his, locked in his brilliant blue gaze, I nod slowly.  "Yes, it's quite beautiful."

        Where are these words coming from?  I never really thought that'd she'd be the key to existence until he just now mentioned it.  I just wanted to save her because I love her and she is mine.  Even if she were not gifted, I would still love her the same and keep her safe and protected.  Is he saying that most do not do that?

        We continue to sit there until I see a distant town in the distance.  Well, it really isn't a town; it's just a ton of long, wide buildings that are flat and made of metal.  Around them, normal people, soldiers, tanks, jeeps, helicopters, and much more swarm all around it.  Some tents are around the metal buildings, since there must not be enough storage for everything they must need.  The medic grasps my hand, starting me at first.  He grins and kisses it gingerly, surprising me that he'd make those sorts of gestures.

        "Welcome to the Army."

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