Whats the Grey Matter?, Part 2

[Ki'rok 0]

Noone knows what its like...to feel these feelings

like I do...and I blame You

 

Noone bites back as hard...on their Anger

none of my Pain and woe...can show through...

 

but My Dreams they aren't as empty

as my conscience seems to be

 

I have hours...only lonely

My love is vengeance thats Never free...

 

The Who

 

 

Ki'rok rolled out of his bed, covered in sweat. "ENOUGH" screamed the Lieutenant. It was yet another nightmare about the day his mother died. They had been coming more frequently, now. But this night, Ki'rok's reaction was anything but ordinary. For whatever reason...he completely lost it.

 

He grabbed his meditation crystal from the corner table and sent it hurdling across the room..meeting an early demise as it encountered the far wall and shattered. Hundreds of years of discipline and training vanished as the Vulcan seemingly instantly regressed. He brought his fist down hard on his desk..crushing the monitor and the desk, for that matter. He flipped the bed sending covers flying. The chair was the next unwitting victim as he kicked it across the room with relative ease. Ki'rok stopped mid tantrum...spittle on his chin...chest heaving. He caught his reflection in the only thing in the room that had miraculously escaped injury...his mirror.

 

It was at that moment that his neighbor, Ens. Carter, began banging on his door. "Rok...ROK...what in blue blazes is going on in there?" shouted the Asst. Security officer. He was about to utilize his security override code when Ki'rok opened the door.

 

"Ah..Mr. Carter is there a problem?" said Ki'rok with perfect control. Carter looked at his friend, then looked around the room..."Uh...YEAH...it sounded like you were fighting Cardies in here..what the hell happened?"

 

Rok arched a brow..."Really, Carter...profanity is not necessary...I was merely attempting to catch some stray rodent...My apologies if I woke you." Carter looked long and hard at Ki'rok..trying to imagine what kind of Rat could freak out a Vulcan.."Yeah...right...ok...well...do you need some help cleaning this mess up.?" Ki'rok pseudo smiled.."a most gracious offer, but unnecessary...I can straighten things up by myself....Good Evening, then."

 

"Good Nig.."was all Carter managed to get out before the doors swished closed. The smile on Ki'roks face vanished as he looked back to the mirror. No need denying it any longer..something had to be done..before he hurt himself...or someone else. "Pride be damned," said Ki'rok as he set the chair upright and sank down into it. The time had come to face the past...and his uncertain future.

Edited July 11, 2004 by Ki'rok