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The Terror Within, A Prisoner of Vengeance Excerpt
"There was a time....... when I never thought I could hurt anyone." I brushed the hair out of my eyes, and looked up at him with a sad smile, my own words affecting me even more than I could ever let him know.
"Hurting terrorists......... that's called heroism, Darling."
He always had an answer for everything, but I didn't feel the usual persuasion this time. What if the evil I should be fighting, was the deadly weapon I was fast becoming.......?
"And what if I'm the terrorist.....?" I looked him right in the eye, unflinchingly, saying the words my mind had struggled with for weeks. He looked back, his breathing quiet, his eyes sharp and unrelenting.
"How am I not! I'm inciting..... Terror." I said exasperated, tempted to throw my hands up in frustration.
"Because I say you're not. One man's terrorist is another man's Freedom Fighter." He looked back sternly, as if in reprimand.
"You always say that, but I don't know what those words mean anymore."
He pulled me closer to
For seven years I lived for only one reason. And now that reason is gone.
I endured the stares and whispers of other crews
I endured the the silent disproval of Starfleet Command and the mockery of civilians.
I endured the invisible Scarlet Letter emblazoned upon me.
And above all I endured, long after the scandal faded and the whispers stopped,
the crushing guilt and shame.
I endured it and never once complained. After all it was nothing less than what I and the rest of the crew
of the Enterprise deserved. We had betrayed the Hero who saved Earth. We had betrayed our Captain.
We betrayed him with our assumptions, our harshness, our logic, our disinterest and, in my case,
Others may have called me a prodigy and a boy genius, but in the end I was nothing more than a foolish child.
A foolish child who let himself be swayed by the opinions of others. A foolish child who participated
by not being wise enough to know how NOT to participate.
So for seven years I sile