I watched the greying sky outside of the mirror. Frost had coated it in a cold blanket and white birds hit the ground ever so slowly. This excited me and Howell the most, none of the other demons liked us much anyway so we liked to stick together when we got the chance. When we did, though, it was like a game of Kill-King. I would ask him questions, advancing on his troops, and he would answer, always seven steps ahead of my and my army. Right now, though, it was quiet, like a comforting breeze or an autumn leaf smell. It made me think of my Star-Keeper; which, in my opinion, made me rather angered. I hated that stupid man and everything he had ever given me.
As white birds gathered outside the window, everything around Howell and I seemed to simply melt out of existence. It wasn't there. I looked around, eyes fearful as I reached out to touch the window, and as I did I felt pain streak up my arm. A muffled scream raised in my throat as I looked into the eyes of my attacker, a demon-ish guard named nothing at all. His face shifted from concern to anger quickly, and I tried to shield my face as punches reigned on my chest and I spazzed as fist connected with flesh-or was it underneath my skin? I grabbed my shirt, trying to peal it off in a sad attempt to stop the pain, it hurt so much I felt that if I closed my eyes I would surely perish. Not like keeping my eyes open any longer would be worth it.
The last thing I remember was Howell running over to me. I had been taken to the head Star-Keeper immediately, who than made me then run her through the whole thing again after treatment. She nodded every once in a while, than looked at me.
"What do you think that was, Mr. Naidu?" She asked, her sweet professional voice soothing unlike most of the other people here.
"Whatever it was, it hurt." I grumbled in reply, which only made her laugh. She wasn't any different than the people who put up the padding so that they couldn't hear our screams. I was soothed by pain meds and soothing words from Howell, who sat in the room next to Ms. Whatever-Her-Name-was, which I smiled at most of the time. I looked at the ceiling, feeling my aching bones build up enough hurt that they could replace dying batteries and stay alive until we were all forced to move to Mars. Mars? Mars. It's been way to long..