I can only hear mumbles of what's going on inside my room. It doesn’t sound happy. I decide to walk through the door and by the looks on my roommate's face that wasn’t a good call. He hangs up the phone and stares up at me with sorrow and guilt in his eyes.
My gut clenches like my heart already know what the call was but my brain is dumbfounded and can’t muster any rational thought.
“It's your wife….she passed away during childbirth… and the child did as well.” He pats me on the shoulder and leaves me alone in the room.
I’m stuck where I stand as I gaze off lost in thought and emotion.
“Why her?” I whisper to myself, my voice was not strong enough to carry anywhere than my heart.
The last memory I had with her was dinner when I found out she was with child. Another time I was lost for words but fate pushed me to the army and the next thing I know is I’m gone and suddenly more lost than my words. When I finally find the strength I grab my jacket and head to a nearby city. Any emotion I had was soon replaced my shock and before I know it I find myself in an alley. A woman cornered by four men. Acting on instinct I rush in to help her.
“You owe us, lady.”
one of the men says with a slight accent I can’t place. The woman doesn’t look terrified but she doesn’t look like she feels any emotion.
“Hey back off her!” I yell as I step in front of the woman.
“You don’t know what you're getting into pretty boy,” A rawboned fella tells me.
He isn’t in any big gang or anything.
“Well let ya go this time bub but you wait and see. They don’t lie about fallen angels.”
They leave with their cryptic goodbye and the woman finally speaks up.
“Well I should probably say thank you so thank you and I’m sorry about troubling you.” The woman still sounds emotionless with no specific look about her.
She was beautiful but there was more than what meets the eye. She starts walking past me but I need to know why they were after her.
“What was with them?”
“Just a bunch of jerks out for me. Nothing an ordinary Joe like yourself should worry himself with.”
What is with this woman it’s like this is just any old Tuesday to her.
“Do you need a place to stay or anything,” I ask her expecting a blank stare or a simple no thank you but the woman surprises me yet again.
“That would be kind of you but I wish not to impose”
“That won’t be a problem there's a hotel around here that gives soldiers free entry. I could get you a room for the night.”
“Thank you. You're a true gentleman.” Most of the walk with her was silent but when we reach the hotel I lead her to the main desk.
“I would like one room.” I hand her my card and she gives me a key. A normal suite but I don’t think this woman is one to complain.
“Thank you again.”
“I guess this is where we part so keep yourself out of danger.”
“Will do army boy.” We part and I go back out onto the streets lost in thought on all the recent events.
My legs start lagging and it's not then till I realize I’m exhausted. I stop in front of a sudden wall. A single poster on it with a familiar face. A wanted poster none the less of a woman sentenced to death. Anyone in contact with her is considered an ally and will be sent to court.
“What have I gotten myself into.” I run back to my base to my room away from the guilt and shame I feel churning in my stomach. I enter the room the phone hanging loose but my roommate on the ground eyes rolled back with a note etched into his skin
“I didn’t mean to answer the calls, they’re coming ”
“What have I done?”