This is it! I can feel the fire burning beneath my skin. The explosion of the blimp is too much even for this body. My life's over, I'm going to die and once this blimp hits the ground, there will be nothing of me left to be remembered! Nothing but this gut wrenching excuse of a sport that I funded for revenge. If I hadn't been so desperate and maybe planned out everything more thoroughly?
No… I brought this upon myself. I through myself into mouth of chaos to awaken the beast that took their souls. I never realized the price was that I was to become my own enemy.
All that I "knew" then was that I would kill Travis and that it would make everything better. But would it have made things better? Would I have been satisfied with my tyranny?
I mean, before everything, I was nothing but the stereotypical wimp. I was a nerd for movies and plays. Heck, I even had my own website to critic the newer material.
But when my classmates became too rough or my father wasn't "supportive" of my love for the theatrical arts, I would head towards the the empty storage in the basement. There I could find comfort in my own projects in search of a treatment.
You see, when I was 11, I was diagnosed with Growth hormone deficiency or GHD. According to father, that meant his son was going to be the "man child" in every family photo. Hearing this changes a click of a mouse to testing my work on rats.
My days consisted of nothing but eating, finishing homework, and continuing my testing until I fell asleep. Eventually, my disappearances began to worry my older brothers Howard and Daniel. Almost leading Dan into a brawl with father. Now that I think about it…
They always where upset when he would favor them over me. Always sharing their new toys when father would forget… Heh, Howard used read me one act a night of any Shakespeare play I should want to hear. And Dan, he called himself that; used to teach me how to wrestle when Howard wasn't looking. Eventually Howard would find out, but he would be flipping his lid on how Dan was going to kill me one day… How odd, in reality they would be ripped away from me.
At that point I was thrusted into a world that I had only read about: a mafia boss running a corporation to hide their criminal intent. Father had taught me a bit, but it was really my Dan and Howard that had shown me the ropes. Well, all but the fact that they had paid thugs to do their dirty business!
After a while of waving around cash, learning some mechanics, and toughening my poor excuse for a hide; I could run the corporation as easily as the old man himself. That's when she showed up in her… Sylvia Christel and eew! I don't even want to remember what she was wearing!
She came to me trying to seduce me into getting me into sponsoring the ranks. When I declined and had called my guards is when she spoke up. She claimed that she could help me find "him". That's when I started listening and where I started walking the road that lead to my demise. And as my plans began to mold out I began to add on to my offense.
I had tweaked my unfinished treatment into a super steroid and as I had worked on that, I had sent a special set of blue prints to a black market mechanic in Japan.
This new pain… It's surging through my back. After what seems like an eternity, I've finally hit the ground. I guess all those stories I watched and read were all true. Life does flash before your eyes when deaths coming for you.