Celestial Fragments

"Prisoner" on Earth

You can't run away. You won't run away! You're bound to this, bound to ME, to US!

The world came to a sudden clarity with a loud gasp, as consciousness settled back in. Starry eyes opened slowly, a loud, low, pained moan filled the cell, as the man started to pull himself together with every short heavy breath that filled his lungs. With a spinning head and a terrifying headache, he came to a sitting position on his bed, a hand hesitantly reaching for the back of his head, touching the nape. These pesky humans would not leave him alone. His eyes closed again, and his breath came to a stop for a few moments, his lips chanting a silent word, a green glow shimmering on his fingers as he touched his nape again. Better, so much better. When the pain faded completely, the man opened his eyes again and filled his chest with a deep breath. He turned his head to look around the round soundproofed cell. There was no seeming outside light so he supposed no one was watching him. The only light was a dim white light from his cell, that was just enough to keep him sane and aware of his surroundings. As his eyes scanned the room, he noticed the tray of food left at a safe distance from his bed. An amused smirk curled on his lips. They were scared of him even if he was unconscious.

The man pushed himself up and walked to the table, where the food waited for him. If there was something he could say he liked about this Earth, was their food. The meat, the spices, the textures, everything was so much more satisfying than what he had ever tasted and every meal he was offered here was a unique experience. Today seemed to be something different. It consisted of long, pale and flat ribbons, with a weird texture looking green sauce that was topped with buttery white flakes. The man leaned down and smelled the dish, a little unsure of what he was looking at. It was clearly made of herbs, since the smell was a little overwhelming from the herby and earthy smell of it. But if it was made of herbs, was this some sort of poison? From where he came from, herbs were a little tricky to tell apart. Some were tasty, some were used for healing, some for drinks, some were poison and some were natural aphrodisiacs, but none smelled similar to what he was smelling right now. It had a slight tangy smell, but not something he dared to say it was bothering him. And what about the ribbons? Was that some sort of animal part? What was it made of?

His hand reached for the utensils and he started spreading the dish on his plate to see if there was anything else, or if he could gather some more information about what this was. But there was nothing more. Just ribbons smeared in a green herby paste. Well, so far, humans did not try to poison him, so what could have changed now, right?

With unneeded elegance, the man twirled his fork, tangling the ribbons around it and without hesitation filled his mouth. The taste was overwhelming. Herby and earthy as the smell, with balanced acidity from the lemon he could taste as well, with an almost chewy, yet still a little soft texture from the ribbons, the dish was another experience he savored.

As he continued to enjoy his meal, his thoughts started to drift off to what happened earlier. He had met someone peculiarly interesting. Someone with quite a potential. A potential he could use greatly at his side. Someone who right now was on the opposite team, someone who did not allow him to enter and read them. Someone with eyes shimmering with power lust, with the need of affirmation and recognition.

His motions stopped, his frame freezing in his spot, as his eyes closed, his mind trying to concentrate on her image. Not too tall, with - a sudden pitched buzz brought him back to his dish, the speakers of the room continuing to buzz like crazy.

"I have told you there is no way you can get to any of us like that. I'm surprised you tried this only now." A voice overtook the buzzing that soon stopped. "Who are you trying to reach?"

The platinum haired man shook his head lightly, his face grimacing for a few seconds, his nose wrinkling in disgust, before relaxing and regaining his calm attitude, restarting to eat slowly, with small bites. His ears continued to ring and buzz uncomfortably even after the actual sound was stopped. Silence set over the cell again.

"Not going to ask how I knew you were trying something sketchy?" the voice echoed into the speakers once again.

The inmate twitched his head lightly, annoyed and slowly growing irritated. He was reminded once again how pesky these powerless humans were. How they insisted they were just the greatest of all the races, how unique and special they considered themselves, how smart and how invincible these short life spammed beings were. As silence set again over the cell, the man on the other end of the speaker dared to speak again.

"You're quite arrogant, aren't you?!"

But that was the last straw. The speakers buzzed for a few seconds before they went off, a spark shutting them down completely, each and every single one of them, the short circuit cutting off the power. The white light shut for mere moments, before it turned a deep crimson color and the emergency sound filled the outside of the cell, while the tall broad shouldered man continued his meal in silence, his eyes fixing an unknown spot of the table.

With eyes closed once again, he decided to bring her image back into his mind.

She was not too tall, he supposed she reached somewhere at the height of his shoulders, without those healed boots she wore today. Her uniform was black, leathery, strapped to her body, hugging her almost like a second skin, with buckles and unnecessary straps, most likely just for design. The uniform was zipped from the front, all the way up under her jaw line. Was this even comfortable? It had sleeves that covered her arms all the way down to her wrists, covering her skin. Her hands were slender and long, with rounded nails, and no jewelry, with weird tattoos or scars that slithered from the back of her hand all the way under her uniform, and who knew where else on her body. She was slender, with not too much to catch the eyes, little curves, but a sculpted and trained body. Her face was small, delicate and round, with unusual features. Her eyes were large, a dark navy blue shade and golden rays insertions, with curved inner lines, and a pointy outer corner, reminding him of some sort of peaceful animal, her nose was rather small, with the tip curved downwards a little bit towards her fleshy heart shaped lips. Her cheeks were a little sunken in, even if her face asked for round and plump cheeks. He supposed it was because of her poor lifestyle regime. Her hair was long, tied back into a high braided tail that reached down to the curve of her back, in such a warm shade of black, complementing her peach tinted skin with a pearl like shimmer. Her looks made her feel oddly inhuman. She had this strange, elegant, feline like posture and overall allure, that he did not truly believe she was a mere human. Truth was, he did not get to meet too many humans since he arrived, so he might as well be wrong about her origins.

The switch in the color of the light pulled him back to reality. Eyes opened slowly, his hand setting down the fork. His plate was still half full, but he decided he had enough. As delicious and appealing human food was, it weighted heavy on his stomach most of the times, since there was rarely any need for food for his body, all this being unusual.

The man sat up and made his way back to the bed, where he laid down, yawning. His white elvish like clothes started to transfigure, changing to something more comfortable, all in the same shades as his former uniform, as the man turned on his side, facing the closest glass wall, his eyes taking in his reflection.

There was something so strange about his human form. Well, if he could name if human. There was nothing human about him after all, but he liked to imitate the looks of those surrounding him, and this form was probably the one he liked best so far. He found those rough edges of his face to be power striking, while his almond like eyes hid some of the most eye catching colors. He knew very well he did not do a full copy of a human body, since he did not want to hide some of his original features, like his pointy long ears, his elongated canines, his broad shoulders and platinum hair. He could say he was proud of his looks as a human, he truly made a fine gentleman.

A smirk crossed his thin and rather rough skinned lips, as the light outside his cell turned on, and a couple of guards marched in to check and guard him for the rest of the night. Punny humans.