Locked
Chapter 1: Welcome Home
I've always known that it was too good to last. That's not to say I didn't hope, but I'm a little too smart to be so naive. I wish that, for a few moments, I were locked in in BOB's ignorant bliss. If only it were that easy.
Man is... a rather closed-minded creature. It's only been three months since I fought alongside my fellow monsters, saved this dear planet we call home not once, but twice... three times if you count the snail... And in that short amount of time, mankind has seemed to have forgotten everything we've done for them. As I said before, I knew it was too good to last, but it doesn't seem that my friends were aware of the same thing.
Glancing a little to the side, I can see Link putting up quite a heated argument with a soldier about getting back into that... cage of his. Susan is on her knees, speaking desperately to the general, trying to convince him that we don't deserve to be locked up again. The tears in her big blue eyes almost break my heart. Me? I hold myself with dignity, stroll into my cell as if it were nothing at all. As the door closes behind me, I can't help but feel incredibly... alone.
Taking a deep breath, I take in the all too familiar sight. Empty. With the exception, of course, of the box of goodies in the corner intended to keep my constantly working mind entertained. They figure that if I have something to do, I won't be so tempted to break out. I can, they know I can. But I won't. Why should I if I am unwanted back out in the so-called 'real world'. I would be just as much trapped there as I am here. At least here there are others to keep me company. Others that won't run away screaming at the very sight of me.
I'm trying to imagine something out of the pile of supposed junk. I ignore the glass window that allowed the entire sector to study me, though I can still hear the going-ons. I can hear them trying to fit Insectosaurus into his old cell, though his wingspan is much too big now. I can hear BOB entertaining himself with some mindless activity. And I can hear Susan pounding on the inside of her cell, frustrated, hurt, and confused. When she'd decided to remain a monster, it'd been in the glory of it all, people cheering, looking up -- both figuratively and literally -- to her. Now though...
Glancing at the pile again, I begin to wonder if she's changed her mind about not wanting to be cured.