Damaged

Humans have the potential to be the most loving and the cruelest.

"Please, stop! You're going to kill yourself at this rate!" the Irken nurse cried trying to stop the so called "injured" soldier. He glared at her with cold eyes.

"You think I give a shit about death after all that I've been through? Give me the goddamn needle!" pushing her aside as if she were a ragdoll, he reached for the vicious looking needle. This one wasn't like the last five; it had barbs facing toward the cylinder full of a greenish blue fluid. Most likely it was for an animal that would no sooner stay still for a shot than die.

He screamed as the sharp metal pierced his green skin. He smiled as he felt the familiar warming sensation spreading from the point of the needle to the rest of his body.

Who does that nurse think she is, anyway? Trying to keep sweet relief from the agony in his back; after his PAK was ripped from his body, he couldn't remain coherent for more than six hours at a time without an adrenaline shot to keep his heart beating.

The nurse slapped the soldier and tore the needle from his arm causing a splash of dark green, almost black blood to spill to the white tile floor. He couldn't feel it anyway, he was already gone.

Back to that wonderland where he could see his past. The past was so much kinder than this hell he'd been thrust into. He missed Skool; the silly name calling; the illusion of a mission, a strong will to prove himself, and the boy. The boy with the lightning hair, the fire in his eyes, and a thirst to be a paranormal investigator. He'd never felt as alive as when they would have their chases. In the beginning the soldier's hatred for the boy was all consuming. Then as time went on and as the years he'd spent on that planet became good memories he began to feel differently towards the investigator. He denied it at first; he knew what was best for him but he wanted the human instead.

Eventually he confessed his love for the boy turned man and it was returned with just as much passion. Months passed and their love only grew. They made love and memories together, weaving their own fate with a bond stronger than any steel. Standing above the crowd who disdained and persecuted them for who they chose to love, they thought they would be together forever.

The human had a good life and did not die a painful death. Dying of old age he'd passed with his lover beside him. His other half lived on for many more years; being an Irken meant that he lived far longer than humans and could never have grown old with the primitive species. So with his love gone he went to war with his own race. With no lust for life he was one of the best soldiers because he had no fear of death. In fact he would have welcomed it as an old friend if he'd been allowed to die. Instead he'd been brought to this hospital when he was near fatally injured. He lived still, yes; but he lives a half-life.

"Doctor, he took another one. I'm sorry I couldn't stop him." The one the nurse referred to as Doctor picked up the injured soldier and rested him on an exam table. He held up another syringe and filled it with a yellow substance that seemed to coagulate even as it sat in the tube.

"You want to die so badly…" he said carefully inserting the needle into a main vein, "You get your wish. Go and meet your rat lover in hell."

With one last breath he cursed the Irken race and happily closed his ruby eyes. This damaged man was going home.

(WOW. Okay i dunno about you but that was pretty fun in a sick kind of way to write! I AM SO HAPPY TO BE WRITING AGAIN! So much shit and drama with school and humans! ERRRGGGG! D: well anyway math can suck my imaginary dick and im going to go eat some chinese food! PEACE OUT MY FAITHFUL FOLLOWERS!

p.s. reviews and just random ass comments are appreciated! 3)