Note: Set six weeks after the battle of Portland in episode six of my S2 story. Deleted scene from the chapter "The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives". May contain spoilers. You've been warned.
One Last Loose End
Rachel
June 4th, 2014
6:59 PM
5 Miles From Arcadia Bay
Prescott Barn/Dark Room
Jefferson may be gone, Crosby may have been defeated in the realm of Elysium, but there was one last loose end for me to tie to erase all traces of the past to save to future of my friends and I. Max is red, Chloe is blue, I was about to turn the tide and break the chain from the abomination and oppression known as the dark room. Once and for all and justice for all.
I drove my bike to the Prescott barn where I remember the dark room was hidden beneath. I get my Uzi pistol and gallon of gasoline to bring justice to the injustice of the dark of the dark room. I enter through the barn doors, walk through the dirty hay on the ground, and find the vault door that would access me inside. I enter the pass code on the panel next to the door and I'm granted entry. It was time to start what I came to finish.
I turn on the lights and walk through some 'Do Not Cross' signs which must've been set by the police some months ago when they busted Jefferson. Some of Jefferson's equipment and portraits were still in display. The walls were vandalized with graffiti and the floors were marked with evidence signs. The police were definitely here to make this dark room a crime scene. I could see they had also taken Jefferson's library of binders with pictures of all his victims and subjects including mine. I wish I could've disposed of them myself. I also wish I could ice the pedophilic mother fucker myself. That's where Super Max, Hella Punk, and even her Step-Hero came in.
I remember lying down on that white screen with my eyed closed. Drugged and unconscious for Jefferson to take disgusting pictures of me just to enthrall the innocence and insomnia of mine. I could no longer spare one poignant memory of those haunting moments being my ex-mentor's subject or victim the longer I was here. I open my fuel canister and start dumping the flammable liquid on the floor. From the white screen, to the couch and coffee table, to Jefferson's desktop and computer, to the hay in the barn from above. I needed to be sure every last trace of this dark room ceased to exist. Which meant no Prescott bunker underground and no Prescott barn to hide it with.
I go back inside the dark room, load up my machine pistol, and start firing bullets at the walls. I shoot down Jefferson's portraits off the wall that collapse and shatter to the ground when the bullets flicker against them. Then I shoot some of Jefferson drugs on the cart that was still standing around. The drugs flicked into glass and spilt liquid. And then I shoot the desktop computer off the desk just to take care of business. Then finally, I unload my empty gun clip that was now dry of bullets and then tossed it aside. Last but not least, I get out my cigar of weed and lighter to take a smoke from it. When my cigar was lit, I puff out the smoke on the water so I could light the fire in the sky and put Jefferson's flames out with gasoline. I tossed the cigar to the ground and the dark room was now lit on fire.
I walk out of the room as quick as possible before getting caught in my own arson. As I step out of the barn when the fire spreads out of the dark room and into the barn itself, I walk over to my bike casually as the barn explodes into a blazing hellfire. Like the Joker in the Dark Knight.
I hop back onto my bike, put on my shades, and smile in satisfaction. I drive my motorbike into the night just as the barn is ignited into a wildfire that I caused. The dark room was no more. And with it, the barn that was now nothing more but burning timbers. The best revenge a dark room victim could ask for in so long. The joy vengeance was successfully testified by it's victim.
With all the closure I needed from that nightmare tied together, I could now live happily ever after with the love of my life named Frank and his puppy named Pompidou in Los Angeles. For tomorrow we set road for our new beginning and new life there. A new era has now dawned.
