The road to Perdition

[Travis Kroells 0]

 

The Road to Perdition…Kroells’s Logs

 

Travis stood out side of Debbie’s office in a state of mind he had never found himself in before.  Many people had already had there passing glances and to most of them it looked like he was just having a very bad day, but to him this was something more.  He had been frustrated and furious about things before but this feeling deep inside of him was…beyond that.  Beyond fury and rage, beyond pure hate, even beyond his normal range of emotions.  This…this was like a dark vortex inside of him something that had been awaked by the images on the Cairo and his recent actions on the bridge.  This feeling, it was like some one had taken all his dark emotions and amplified them by one hundred.

 

But then again maybe this wasn’t something he hadn’t dealt with before.  He hadn’t slept in a good two days and hadn’t eaten in twice that time.  Maybe his body was finally giving out from the stress and neglect and was pushing his emotions to the extreme just to tell him to get some sleep and eat a nice juicy hamburger.  Either way he knew that after this was all over he would have to take some serious R&R.  

 

Travis looked back to the door frustrated again.  He had been standing here for almost ten minutes and still the investigating team that comprised of Travis, Garnoopy, Spencer, and McLean still hadn’t gained access to the room.  

 

He walked away looking at some of the patients trying to keep his extreme dislike of simple beuacracy to himself at the moment.  He headed over to whom he now had identified as Kansas and Lt. Shamor.  He knelt down and grabbed her and expecting to feel a sorrow that would finally break him.  But like a bad record his emotions just stopped.  He no longer felt anything, no pain, no anger, and no sorrow.  Time passed and nothing happened, he no longer felt any thing.  What was left of his over taxed mind had just been striped of the last shards of humanity left in him, his emotions.  

 

Travis didn’t know what to feel, he couldn’t feel!  Garnoopy stood over his shoulder and asked him to go with and return to the investigation party.  Travis pleaded for a minute with Kansas and the gruff Klingon, as if understanding his feelings towards Kansas left him to his devises.  

 

Travis looked at Kansas and wondered what story his face told.  The face that had just minutes ago painted a picture of anger and frustration had now lost all life in it.  His eyes, usually a soulful Hazel in color had been turned several shades duller.  His face, which just before showed the furrowed brow of a person that had a bad day had lost all its vigor and strength.  And so he stayed there.  An empty man…an empty shell.

 

The team slowly began to leave sickbay.  Travis dropped Kansas’s hand and headed towards the door.  He looked back while walking out burning the memory into his mind.  It was the spot where Travis Kroells lost what life he had left in him, the spot where he lost his soul…