The Unseen- Puppet Show (Part 1)

“Let me tell you, I am nobody’s puppet.”

  • Nydia Velazquez

In a large military office, Voltaire slowly unlocked the wall safe with some difficulty. The safe in question was set arrogantly in the center of the right wall under a clock. The office was a rectangular room at ground level. In the back of the room was a large window with a flower pot on the window still. The flowers were long dead. The floor was concrete and all furniture was made of steel. A metal desk faced a wooden door and there was a state of the art computer.

Blindly, Voltaire’s right hand gripped the handle of his transparent cane as he reached down into the safe and pulled out his prize, an encrypted computer chip swarming with secrets.

Suddenly, the sound of keys rang through in the metallic door along with low angry voices. Voltaire closed the safe before walking back to the window and placing his prize in the flower pot. He laid his cane on the ground so that it would not cast a shadow before sitting down. Voltaire’s naked back was chilled slightly by the cold wall behind him, but he did not move.

The door opened and the heavy sound of soldier’s boots indicated that the two Romani soldiers had entered the room. Voltaire listened to the sound of the door closing before hearing one of the men grabbing the other by his upper arm and dragging him behind the office desk. Given the tension, Voltaire reasoned that the aggressor had not let go of the other man.

“You can help the military,” said the restrained man. “I don’t understand why you would hide this. If you tell the military you can fly, think about how useful that will be.”

“You do not understand, Tale,” the flying man said. “If I fly up too quickly, I experience symptoms of diver’s disease. Despite, nearly dying last time, I tried to test my limits. I need to wear a helmet and mask for protection from all the air traffic. I once hit a nasty old bird and broke my arm. Tale, my friend I was taken out by a bird… a dumb bird! The army cannot use me.”

“You must serve your country.” Tale said as he took the flying man by the hand.

“I serve Genetrix Military because they are my family. The military is where I belong. I will not belong or be trusted as a freak. I am a soldier. That is my duty, my function. It’s the honorable thing to do. As a soldier I can be the final defense for the country, for a soldier must be strong enough to protect and kill for the greater good. I’ve killed both the innocent and the guilty in order to fulfill my duties as a soldier. That is how I serve my country, Tale. I serve it as a soldier. Of everyone, you should understand… don’t out me.”

“This is different, you could save lives,” Tale said.

“I do save lives,” said the flying man. “But on my terms. All I am asking you to do is to open the safe and let me find out what they know. I’ll return the chip and accept my fate if they already know my secret.”

“Talking to you is pointless,” Tale said. “I don’t care if I lose you forever. You can fly. You can help us win wars. I have to tell command the truth.”

“No!” the flying man cried. He grabbed Tale by the shirt and pushed him away from the door. Enraged, Tale snarled and punched the flying man in the face, but his friend recovered and grabbed Tale. When Tale struggled, the flying man angry threw his friend into the desk. Tale’s head hit the corner of the desk with a loud grisly crack. The flying man sobbed as he searched Tale’s stiff body frantically for a pulse.

He wasn’t able to find a heart beat.

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Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.


©Missy Wong

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