Dark Halos

Visitor and a Mission

The weight of my arms was different from my legs. I noticed the silvery sheen was only apparently on my arms, I haven't checked underneath the bandages yet. Besides the constant intake of hallucinogens to relax my nerves into a reset on the foreign intake in my system, I felt fine. I lost track of days as there were no clocks. Sleeping the time away as I would have to wake up to eat and use the bathroom facilities. The nurses won't let me go on walks to see the building. It seemed spacious enough for no one to notice one body missing.

The moon was high above the clouds that formed not far below. The wind vane that was near the Winged Convoy was flapping violently against the invisible current. It was hard to see anything if the moon wasn't reflecting on the lower tides. If it wasn't for that, then it would felt like this building was the only thing left of survival. It was probably late, no one was around to make sure I don't have a change in thought by breaking the window and jumping in for a dive.

I turned around to think it over when a figure stood in the doorway. I should of been more surprised to see someone standing there but by how the staff is treating me, they just observe me from afar on the doctors orders. It was Connor, lingering in the doorway.

"You should be sleeping-"

"I should say the same about you," his words cut off my own. "Can I come in?"

"I don't see why not."

He looked restless as he showed an emotion I forgot he had; worry. While we used to fight during training, I knew he was serious  about his work. Never batting an eye when something went astray or losing his demeanor. This incident caused him from getting decent sleep.

He pulled up a stool to place near the bed. My clothing and bag was placed at the foot of the bed. The watch that held the footage was taken for closer observation. I stared back outside to see nothing but darkness. The angle I was at made it hard to see the moon but I knew it was there.

"I heard you tried to visit me before," I spoke in a drug induced haze. He was probably going to stare into the nothingness such as I am. No conversation would be said if that happened.

"Y-Yeah. They said something was wrong-"

"Nothing is right," I cut him off. I shifted underneath the sheets being uncomfortable. "Catherine is missing, Anon had a psychological break, you're not sleeping, I'm seeing the world through a different pair of eyes..."

The words just flowed out of me with no filter. I would not want to see what I would be like if I had alcohol in my system. I'm tempted to throw the blankets off my body but the small voice being my conscious advised me not to. He doesn't know about my new markings on my arms. If he finds out then I would really have no one. Not that I would care, something inside of me just wants everyone to stop leaving.

"Hey, you alright?"

I looked to see Connor staring at me with a strange look. Not sure at what he's talking about, I stared at the window to look at my reflection. It was a little blurry until I realized why. I was crying, I don't know when was the last time I voluntarily did that. Nodding, I wiped my eyes with the blanket that was covering me.

"The drugs they gave me is making me feel things." I said as I gave him a weak smile. "They been making me see things that are not really there."

Connor was about to say something but the look on his face held the words he wanted to speak. I watch as he leaned his back on the bed, sliding my legs the opposite direction.

"Have you seen the video?"

"What video?"

"The one on my watch? That's why I dont have it with me."