Chapter 2
First Questions Answered
"Dead, what do you mean, dead?"
"I mean they're dead Pac-man." By now I am in a state of shock. My breathing accelerates and my mind swims trying to think back to that day.
"How did this happen?" I try my hardest to keep composure in this situation but, it's difficult.
The old man sighs and again turns to the computer; he pulls up another video, this one of the battle itself. Oddly enough I don't remember there being a camera crew there, let alone one close enough to get this footage. We get to the scene where things looked the most dire, where my friends are taken out one by one by alien drones. I remember a dense rage coursing through my body. Just as I remember this the man pauses the video on an image of me, it appeared as if I was glowing, as I recall this is where the yellow dots came in. "Do you recall the yellow dots?" he asks me in a tone almost as a professor would, quizzing me.
"Yes, but doc what does this have to do with," he holds up his finger and cuts me off half way through. He again motions at the computer screen.
"Notice where they are coming from," I look again at the screen. It appeared as if the dots were coming from within my friends. "That's right," he says taking my attention away from the computer screen. "These dots are concentrated energy. It appears you drew the energy from their core."
"You mean," I stammer, "that I am responsible for all of this?"
"No, no, don't think of it like that. You can't be blamed for this, you were angry and you didn't have a grasp on your power yet. Your anger just seemed to channel your power, perhaps more effectively that we would have hoped."
I knew the doctor's words were intended to calm and comfort me, yet I still could not help feel some guilt for my friends' deaths. I tried to gather all this newly processed information but a few questions remained. Why am I still alive, and why am I here, now, of all times?"
The old man sighed took out a rag and wiped his brow with it. He replaces it and immediately turns his attention back to me. "The organization that ran the tests, trained you, and ultimately was responsible for you and your friends' experience was actually the Nam Corporation, a multi-million dollar company; technically they had all rights to you and didn't want to see such a promising project go to waste, so while you were unconscious the continued to inject you with the "PAC" serum until your body had reached its max. So they kept you in storage until the day they may need your services again."
"So they finally decided to wake me up."
"Wrong, Pac-man, I did," He said this very matter-of-factly, almost bordering on the ominous side, "that corporation has long since become corrupt and turned its back to the endeavors of the past. I was the only one who remained in good faith that someday you would be reawakened and restore balance to the earth."
"Look," I say to the man, "it's not that I'm not grateful for being reawakened and all, that's not it at all, I just don't feel like having to save the world is a proper wake up call. So with all due respect I'll be seeing ya'." I turn from the man and I start heading towards the radiating light coming from above the stairs.
"WAIT! I'm not going to make you stay," he approaches me from the side and hands me a parcel, "just don't leave without this." I look at the brown paper wrapped parcel, half expecting it to explode in my hands. Slowly I tear away at the paper until I got to what lay inside. There, coated in a layer of dust, was my old yellow suit. I put it on as I once again feel the snugness it entailed. It made me realize just how long I had been in suspended animation. Now in my newly reunited suit I take another step toward the door, "If you decide to change your mind, you know where to find me." The man now says sitting at his computer turns away and face the computer. I nod in his direction and I walk into the blinding light of the outside.
