[…Renegade…]
Ch.2: Pink Gives Way to Red
By The War Machine
Ulrich Stern was walking down the hallway. He carried a silenced USP .45 Caliber handgun. His destination was dorm room 213, the dorm of one Aelita Schaeffer. He was about to what XANA could never do: kill her. That girl had sacrificed all that mattered to Ulrich just for some old man who was probably the cause of all this pain. It made no sense. Perhaps, if it weren't for Franz, None of this would have happened. But Ulrich was secretly glad for that. He had a reason to finally eliminate the one person who had been the #1 cause of this. Ulrich would be doing what he thought was right, and that was that. He approached the door to the room. He heard the damn girl crying. Obviously, she was mourning the death of her loved one. But Ulrich knew she was responsible for the death of someone who did not deserve to die. She had no right to be sad. Ulrich decided to do it. He opened the door on the girl. She was sitting on her bed, tears streaking down her face as she paged through several pictures in an album she and Jeremy had made together. There were pictures of her and him from the photo booth when she had first been brought to this world. But there was one earthly concept she had not understood that experience on Lyoko could not teach her of: the concept of death. More tears ran down her face each time she found a photo that reminded her of a wonderful time. If she missed that son-of-a-bitch so much, she could visit him in hell soon. Ulrich walked over to her, concealing the hand-gun in his pocket. He decided to talk to her to ease the pain. "I'm sorry about what happened." "I know you are, but, I just don't know who would do that. Jeremy didn't do anything wrong." Yeah, right. "Listen, I know you miss Jeremy, but you shouldn't let the loss of a friend drag you down too much, Aelita." "I understand, but you don't. He meant everything to me. It just doesn't make sense why someone would kill him." Oh, yes it does. She got up from her bed and looked at a sketch she had drawn of him during the field trip to the forest, when they were drawing plants, but the girl had taken the time to draw her soul mate in surprising detail. Ulrich looked at the photo album blotted with tears, then at Aelita, as she looked at the drawing. Ulrich almost had pity on the girl. She really loved Jeremy. But he couldn't let that drag him down. This was the best for her. She would be able to join him in death. While she continued to stare at the picture, Ulrich pulled out the gun. He took aim at the back of her neck. He wanted it to be quick. He had some sympathy for her. As one more tear fell from her face, he closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.
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Her blood splattered onto the drawing she had so well drawn of her soul-mate. The deadly deed was done. Ulrich stared at the blood-stained drawing. Minutes passed by. So, this was it. She was dead. Ulrich took out his phone, and then took a snapshot of the sketch. He left the room and left. He didn't know where. He just walked off into the woods. He was finished. But what did the future hold for him? He would soon find out…
[…Ch. 2 complete, Ch. 3 coming soon…]