I'm feeling a little stressed right now and I need to bring someone down with me. Since it's bad to project your feelings onto other people, I'm projecting them onto fictional characters. I don't own anything or anyone. And I'm sorry I don't have all the answers.

Nyte Kat.


"I hate myself for this," he thought. "I hate myself for every life-taking object I created." Another piece of shredded metal landed in the pile of scrap. "This..." he said out loud. "This is complete fucking bullshit and you know it!" He drove his foot into the growing mound of dismantled equipment. "I don't even know what I'm doing!"

"You're destroying all our stuff!" His friend shouted from the landing at the base of the concrete stairs.

"I killed someone." The smaller male said. "I was careless and it cost someone her life." Tears welled up in his amber colored eyes and the knot in the pit of his stomach twisted as his mind clouded with the image of her head lolling off her shoulders and blood spraying the walls. "I killed someone," he repeated.

"Hey!" His friend gripped his shoulders, desperately trying to end the self destruction before it started. "We knew the risks when we decided to do this! How long have we been doing this? A year, buddy! And this is the first time we've had a casualty."

"We didn't build those weapons! I built them. Her blood is on my paws!" He shoved his friend, his partner away. "I'm done."

"You're what?"

"You heard me. I'm done, Chance. I quit. I can't do this anymore."

"Jake..." Chance trailed off. "It was an accident."

"I swore to protect the citizens of this city, Chance. Not to cut off their fucking heads!" He snarled and swept his arm across the work bench cluttered with his inventions in various states of construction. They clattered to the floor loudly. Jake was trembling from ear to tail. He ran a shaky paw through his hair.

"They were told to evacuate those buildings, Jake. You can't take the blame for this!" Chance felt anger surge up inside of him. "Jesus... you take everything so fucking personally!"

"I could've used a different weapon." Jake shook his head. "The octopus missile would've worked just fine. I didn't need something so dangerous."

"You had no way of knowing..."

"It doesn't matter! Whether I knew or not, I should've taken the precaution!" Jake snapped, slamming his fists down on the newly empty surface of the work bench. "I killed someone," he said again.

"It. Wasn't. Your. Fault." Chance ground out, wanting to shake sense back into his WSO. "Get it through your thick skull."

"Fuck you, Chance! You know damn well I can't just walk away from this!" Jake screamed, throwing his arms up in the air. "What if Feral's right? What if we are just a bunch of reckless hotshots?"
"Feral's never right." Chance snorted. "And we aren't reckless. You know that. If we were reckless, then that jet would've already been destroyed."

"We're not reckless?" Jake chuckled darkly. "Funny. Everyone else seems to see it differently." He picked up the day's paper and held it up.

"Reckless Act of Vigilantism Results in Tragic Loss"

"Aw.. come on, Jake! It's the fucking news paper! They're glorifying this for their own gain!" Chance scoffed.

"She had a kit, Chance! She was a single mom with a teenage daughter and now there's an orphan out there because I fucked up!" Jake's anger gave way to melancholy. "Jesus, Chance..." He hit the bench again, softer this time. "I have to fix this."

"What?" Chance's eyes widened. "How the hell do you plan on doing that?"

"I don't know." Jake whispered. "I don't fucking know."

tbc...