This didn't chaptercome out as I wanted it to. I have too many ideas swirling around in the bowl, for this project and many more. But for now, you can have a shit chapter. Sorry.
Here's an interesting find.
You know how conservatove, right extremists are always bitching about genetic testing, and shit? How someone's gonna get hurt? Slippery slope?
They were right.
At the left side of Crawford Road, at the 3223 place, resides the Terra Nova laboratory. I haven't been up around Crawford for a while, it's so far away. There used to be a hospital up this way.
It's great, too.
The pain, I mean. The pain that one of my friends is dead from apparently a gigantic super corporation that is, apparently, using hitmen to get the job done. And I'm soon to follow.
What I mean is, it sure does seem like a movie, doesn't it?
"It does," Tails replies, as we drive closer and closer to revelation, justice, and all that.
It's funny, this is not how I would have imagined a martyr death. I imagined going out in a blaze of glory in the middle of the battlefield, with all my friends by my side. But instead, I'm taking my time, beating down scientists in lab coats in a large institution, only to maybe keel over midst the fight.
I'm on autopilot. Driving and talking. About how it's the greatest thing, how no one else will suffer. Trying to reassure Tails.
Why?
I think I'm the one that needs reassuring.
Look at me. I'm about to charge headlong into an office full of lab rats, getting revenge on a company that I don't even know is the reason why I'm about to be dead in 24 hours.
6 hours, even. It's 3:00 PM here.
The sense of urgency is really getting to me. This 72 hours has gone by quick. The adrenaline is pumping. Faster than it ever has before. Super, even. Impossible.
Among other things.
I really don't know but I think I've might've gained some power. Or something. I can't even shove or they'll be halfway across the world.
I'm over exaggerating. Maybe to pump myself up?
We pull up to the place. It's big and imposing. The hospital wasn't, so I'm assuming some definite expansion happened over here.
3:30.
Three thirty.
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Trying to hold this off for as long as possible. Too far in.
Door opened. I take the staff entrance, while Tails goes in the other way.
Okay, Sonic. This is the time to let go.
I immediately enter the coatroom with little resistance. Little, by the way punching the security guard senseless and stuffing him in the janitor's closet.
Bunch of labcoats in here. I take one off the rack. Embroidered on it is "W. Ford". Well, this is just great.
Put it on, Sonic. Take the card out from the pocket.
Shit! Someone's coming? Wait a second, why am I panicking? I must've forgotten why I'm in hear.
I turn around to the direction of the noise. There's someone else here.
Skunk, maybe by the looks of it. And the smell. Not bad, but there's so much cheap cologne and body spray and shit, I think whoever it is, they're not feeling so good about themselves. Can't hide what's inside.
I silently contemplate my next move. As of this moment, whoever this guy is is assuming I'm some new recruit trying on the uniform. What can I do in this situation? Alright, first I'll just walk by-
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Fuck.
That just happened.
I just killed a man. Through my hands. I can feel it. Through my hands, I can feel it. And it feels so good.
Yeah, I said it. It feels so good.
This is how it feels to get revenge.
Where do I go from here, then?
This is interesting. Alright, I don't know what happened to Tails now. But I don't care.
There's someone I want to visit.
Take my time now. I have 5 hours to go. Counting the time is kind of fun. I like how I just fucking lost it. Whenever before I felt bad, I wondered if this what it's like to die or whatever. But now I know how it feels how to die.
I'm dead.
I should probably get going.
I'm in the elevator now, with nobody else. Salvation is 20 floors up.
My cell phone rings. Tails. Okay, cool.
"Hello?"
"Sonic, I can't do this. I'm dropping out of the plan."
"Okay, cool."
Okay, cool.
10 floors left. I can deal with this without anyone else but myself.
Ding! Ha ha ha, ha ha ha. I'm there.
I'm coming home.