Changing Views

I wish I could tell you that the werewolves survived

Wednesday has come around again and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction.

Melech tapped his fingers against his other hand’s palm, his pacing accompanied by the rhythmic whirring of the machinery around him. But never the chirp he wanted. Needed. He glared at the comms unit. There should have been something by now.

Melech halt at the port pressing a hand against the sheer metal. Beyond stars blazed framing the edge of the earth. Yanking his hand back, Melech turned away frustrated.

The comms unit chirped. Diving, Melech hit the button. The screen hissed static followed by Commander Shaw’s face lit by his Hazemat’s HUD, creating perpetual gloom and a grim expression. Saints, please let that be the cause.

“You’ve found them?” The words tumbled from his mouth as he leaned closer to the screen. Melech wrapped his fingers around the edge of the table.

Commander Shaw open his mouth, shut it again followed quickly by his eyes. They’re not here to find.

“No. No. No. No.” Melech slammed his fist on the table. “My records prove they are real and live there.”

“Lived.” Shaw shook his head, the movement confined by the helmet. “I wish I could tell you that the werewolves survived. But they were hunted, cured… they’re gone.”

Melech dropped into his chair, holding his head in his hands. There had to be something. They needed to study the morphing ability if humanity were to survive. “I’m coming down.”

Shaw jerked at that. “No, you can’t leave the stations protection.”

“What protection does it offer if the world dies?”

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