Only the little one remains
After a long and… unbelievable night, Nathaten found himself climbing the stairs at his familiar home of Addlewood. The old wooden stairs creaked and groaned under the weight of the armored man. His hand steadying himself on the railing as he ascended higher and higher. His only true goal at this moment was to see his little Niece sleeping. As he reached the top and ventured down the hall his boots echoed off the walls of the house. He was used to the house being a quiet retreat, but this evening the silence was like an illness, causing his stomach to turn with each step.
He finally reached the room that housed the little child and softly turned the knob. He leaned forward and let move just his head into the room, checking to see if Hope was actually sleeping. Being sure that she was, he pushed the door open and quietly stepped inside. He slowly positioned himself near the bed and let his hand rest on one of the wooden bed posts. His eyes rested on Hope sleeping soundly holding onto her stuffed bear she had named Wolf. The moonlight creeped in through the window and illuminated half of the room in an eerie shadow. In a corner of the room a candle softly lit the other portion of the room. Nate could only assume the child could not sleep in the dark.
He slipped a glove off his hand and leaned down to softly run it through her hair. As he did his emotions got the best of him and he was flooded with thoughts of the possible outcomes to tonight’s events. What would happen if they were unable to find those missing, or worse they did find them but what they found was unspeakable. He felt a tear roll down his cheek followed quickly by another. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he leaned down to pant soft kiss on the child’s cheek. He stood upright and captured a few more memories of her sleeping before he turned and left the room, softly closing the door behind him.
He continued down the hall to his own suite but what was the point. He was drain, both physically and emotionally but his mind would not allow him to rest, of that he was certain. He entered his room and quickly found a chair that would allow his body to collapse. He sat there, staring off into the corner of his room. No sight or sound was actually registering to him. He simply replayed the radio conversations he had heard and was part of over in his mind. It was like a broken record that continued to play only each time it skipped the volume and speed increased until it became a jumbled mix of words unable for anyone to comprehend.