Well, as someone mentioned that they wanted to know about the past of this guy, I've written up a bit, the prequel.... episode 1.. ;-) Maybe next week I'll write up the sequel and final installment in this poor sap's story.
When is enough supposed to be enough? When does the killing and slaughter become so unconscionable that your very soul screams out in protest, begs for a cessation of the violence? My hands are bloody, I am baptised in the brutal death of innocents and it sickens me so, a stain that I will never erase, and never forget.
I feel numb, cold and desperately alone. It is though I have woken from a terrible nightmare only to find that it truly does exist, that it has always existed and that I am guilty of complicity.
The body lies broken on the ground, shattered and bleeding still. The steam slowly rises from the corpse, a soul torn from its body, a life torn from this world and I am the perpetrator. I hear the woman's daughter in the other room, but a babe, crying. There is no mother to go to the child now, no mother to comfort and ease the child's concerns, to offer her the love that she so desperately needs, and it is by my actions, by my crime.
I feel the chill run the length of my spine, tingling, disturbing. My hands are shaking and I want to cry, to release the torment of my soul but I cannot, I cannot accept this pain, this truth.
I flee, casting my tokens of my betrayal aside. Cards, Badges, identifications, all gone. My contracts of damnation, my betrayal of my kind, of humanity, gone and still I flee. Into the darkness, into the night, into the void, away from this prosperity brought about by senseless death, by brutal and unforgiving acts.
I know that they will come for me. I know that they will want me dead, a dangerous and now rogue member of their organisation, of their reign of terror. A brainwashed and brain-dead clone, reborn to his humanity. I am now more dangerous to them then I have ever been to my kind, and thus shall they come for me, I have only to wait.
I am now out the door, running I grab a taxi, paying with Uni's so as not to be traced. I head for Downtown, away from this sickening life that I must leave behind for my own salvation. I head for the mass population where I will best be able to hide, to sink into the depths and disappear from them forever.
The smell assails my senses, it is as though I have never seen the city in it's reality before, never seen the decay and the despair, the stench of human suffering. I run still, never looking over my shoulder for fear of what I may see, for fear of another like me, stalking my very footsteps. Alleys merge into alleys and the air becomes dank and chill, lit by distant lights, a hazy and distorted glow. I have some small amount of cash left and I pray to new found gods that it is enough, that it will suffice.
A dumpster offers some shelter, and I sink to the ground, and finally the admission of pain is released. I weep, maybe for the first time in my life, but I weep nonetheless. An aching need, a burning desire, I accept what my tortured soul has to offer, has to tell and I realise and accept my crimes, my deplorable and degenerate acts. I weep till I can weep no more, feeling the emptiness of despair well up inside, threatening to consume me, but my desire is too strong. I will not let them win, I will not let them destroy me so, I will not let them take away my last and tenuous hold on my humanity.
I rise to my feet, looking for a safer place, more secluded and more secure. Away from the streets, the people and their accusing eyes.
Shadows, my new home, my new friend, and I rest, waiting...