"Brother don't!" I screamed in the highest tone I could. But he wouldn't listen. With that evil grin, Knives continued to laugh as he strained for me to use it. To use… this arm. "Destroy this town! Burn it all to hell!" I continued to scream as the pressure began to increase and increase. This was nothing I had ever felt in the past. Nothing.
Not even… when she died.
Tears leaking and face huffing red, I fell to the floor, grasping my arm as it began to morph and change form. With another surge of pure pain, I grimaced. His face, through what I could see, it lit up with joyous occasion. Knives. You monster. How can you do this to me? Another shock wave engulfed my chest as I clinched my teeth even more. I could feel it. My bones just seemed to want to shatter through the impact. I must do something. Lowering my arm slowly to face the walling behind Knives, I thought about just shooting him. Yes, it would make my day to see that happen. But… Rem. She wouldn't approve. She would be heartbroken beyond any means I can ever see her as. Knives just gave a soured expression as my train of thought lost concentration on what was going on. "Your going to shoot me again brother!? Are you going to shoot me again!" He yelled, spit flying out of his mouth. A madman. Cursed by his own redemption to see all humans die. No… I was more cursed. With this burden of heart.
Rem. I miss you.
Soon I couldn't help but lose control. My mind began to whirl, It was just becoming to much for me to bare.
I fainted. And because of that, I blame myself for destroying that town. Everyone in it.

It was quaint. Silent beyond contraire. As I felt my body jolt around, from bumps upon the rocky road. Yes, another nightmare. One not long to be forgotten, that was true. Raising, head in pain, I sat up against the side panel of the back of the truck as another jolt caused it to bump me up faster. If anything I've learned in my lifetime here on Gunsmoke. Vehicles are the worse places to sleep. Especially when their moving.
I couldn't help but release a great big yawn, which in turn, made my arms stretch out above my head. Another hour killed sleeping away. Another twelve before I was back In civilization.

The Sun glistened with great power in the sky as it rained ray's across the earth's surface. It was hot. Very hot.
Turning around to face the shade of the trucks minor roof, I gazed my sight of view across the countless amount of chickens gawking away in their cages.
Boy do they smell. They smell more than a dead jack rabbit on a hot summers day. But after awhile, I soon adjusted to the stench and noises. I was just glad I wasn't walking over the desolate desert.

The desert shined beautifully through the help of the sun. A gorgeous site indeed, but spoiled due to the fact, the heat is so much to bare. Yep, another bullet dodged.
Speaking of bullets, it wasn't long ago, back in Vexington, A small little town, I ended up finding myself in a gun fight with a bunch of ruffians. Luckily none were killed, but getting shot in the ass isn't something I soon want to relive. Just another scar, another trace of memory I'll soon be unwillingly forced to keep.
Patting down the thoughts of encountering more hurtful memories, I once again turned to face in the half window of the back end of the truck. The driver, still kicking, was paying no heed in noticing me. Good thing too. The man can talk your head off.

As if reading my mind, he peered into the rear view mirror and noted that I was awake. Great, here we go again.
"Stranger! Your awake! Good to see, good to see." He said, words coming out as If he had hundreds of cotton balls are stuffed in his mouth. Soon though, he spat into a paper cup some icky black and yellow tobacco. Bad habit old man. That stuff can do some serious damage to your mouth.
What was I thinking? I'm no better than him. Just the other night I downed at least half a dozen bottles of booze and a few pints of some strong ale they called 'Vexington medicine.' I'll tell you one thing. That was no medicine.
Because of that stuff, I ended up in a bar brawl with the ever so popular men mentioned earlier and one of the worst hangovers I had in decades.

Through clinched teeth I finally replied, "Well, you caught me," before dropping my head low of the glass. Hopefully if he can't see me, he won't talk to me. My hair must have been poking to far up though, Pete soon started to jabber to life. "I hope you slept well! Though seeing, you've only slept about an hour, I'd have to say, you'd either woke up to early or you just weren't that sleepy." The end of the statement followed by a 'Hurrgh-hurrgh-hurrgh' of a laugh and a great slap to the knee. "Boy I'll tell yer, when I come up with somethin funny, I sure do come up with somethin funny." Once again, that terrible laugh followed.

I couldn't help but look down at the gun handle sticking out of my coat pocket. It was tempting. But I could always change my ways this one time and kill off this man. Just this one time. What are you thinking!? Was all I could hear in my head. You're right Rem, that's a awful thing to think about. I'm sorry.
Giving off a big sigh, I thought to myself again, Fine I'll just shoot myself instead.
Chuckling at my own joke, I just covered up my ears and just drowned out the ever loud sound of the driver.
I can last. Just twelve more hours right?

With a stutter, the motor died. I looked in disbelief over on the far end of a sandy trench, watching, waiting, for the driver to patch together his broken up truck that looked like nothing more than a tank. But looks can be deceiving. I fell backwards at the sheer thought I'd be stuck out in the middle of nowhere with 'Happy Pete' over there.

Scratching his head in thought with a wrench, Pete, with childish pleasure, banged hard on the blunt end of the rudder, causing it to spin one full time before it went dead silent again. Facing in my direction, grease creased across his face, he just shrugged. Yep, I sure did dodge that bullet.
Thinking up means for getting out of this one, was becoming one of the hardest things I'd had to face thus far. Well, that just may be a lie. The hardest thing I'd had to face was watching her die. That… was no lie.

Eyes staring up at the night sky, the visions of all those ships coursing through space made my heart go numb. Everyone.Everyone, I loved. Died, in a hailstorm of gas and fire. For awhile, I can remember being afraid of technology. I was just to scared to go near it because I'd thought it would explode any second. Yes, fears are what tares any man apart. Even me. I am mortal just like all of these people. Just like Knives

Take care of Knives!

Every time my brothers name pops into my head, I flucuate. I force and gnaw those images out. That day. That unfaithful day. I killed, hundreds… I murdered hundreds…
Just like Knives killed everyone aboard those few amount of ships. Including… her.

I just couldn't understand why her name had become so sacred to me. Thinking about it had become a sin to add on to the build up. Why? I loved her. I wanted to be with her. She was my mother…. A mother I never had. But Knives… that damn Knives! He killed her. Just like that.

I rolled over onto my side. The sky was too painful to look at now. Eyes, filled with tears and a heart aching for touch, I wallowed for those few minutes in my own self pity. Finally… I was asleep. That night, like all nights before it, was tough.

Thanks all that read and enjoyed my little... piece of work. But don't fret! They'll be more! I know, it didn't really have much of a story going on at this moment but it'll get to it in the next chapter. So until then just hold your horses, lol.