By David C. Daoust
Colin was never one for sedentary situations. His mind had a tendency to wander, and rarely did it wander to anything pleasant. His fingers traced the scars under his shirt, like small craters across his otherwise smooth skin. He thought back to the day, the day he’d met that girl, so long ago, that ultimately led to the loss of his heart.
Literally.
It was a tiny blue moon, an unusual place, one giant sea of a moon, with man built islands of metal catwalks, bridges, foot-ways, and docks. He was there on business, though had become sidetracked, sidetracked by that rich dark hair and deep brown eyes. All his plans seemed to fall away, all that day and all that night. Until the end, when the bullet fire rang out, and he found himself, throwing his body before the girl that had so captivated him. Saving her.
All of which led to an incredibly long stay in the local hospitals, as his father spared no expense to save his reckless son’s life. Colin’s memories of that time in his life were fuzzy, as he spent much of the time under sedation. By the time he awoke, the girl was long gone, and any plan he had of what kind of life they could have, had gone with her. Rarely was there a day that those eyes did not haunt him. Best he could do… was stay busy, keep moving, keep working.
All of which was hard to do from his new cell.
Colin let his head fall back to strike the concrete wall behind him as he sat alone on his bunk. Apparently, the people of Twin Crown don’t appreciate it when you steal random land speeders. Nor assault security guards, or even steal holo-pads from poorly secured hotel rooms. All charges Colin now faced, just for helping the tiny blond with the big mouth.
Colin did not even bother to open his eyes, as he heard his case announced. The bailiff read out the court number and the charges. He knew if he opened his eyes, he would find himself in that courtroom, as the hologram in the cell suddenly flipped on once his case was finally reached on the docket.
He waited for them to ask him for a plea, for which he answered briefly ‘not guilty’.
His bail was already paid, as he knew it would be; His father’s Organization was no stranger to these situations. Honestly, he was not even sure which name they had until the bailiff used it. A lot of jargon about his next court date, that he didn’t even care to hear, and poof as quick as they had arrived they vanished.
Colin was up off the bunk and at the cell door, waiting for someone to come let him out.
That someone didn’t come.
Colin let his head fall forward, striking the metal bars, as his mind wandered back. Back to that watery moon, and deep brown eyes.
