Prologue:
I couldn't tell you why then, and I don't believe I could tell you now.
Hindsight always being 20/20, I know everything I could have, should
have done. But I didn't, and now I'm cursed. Cursed to forever remain
an abomination of mankind, bringer of death and destruction, the pure
image of what is evil. I should have seen it coming. I was desperate,
the desperation leading to panic, in turn leading toward Her. Naïve.
That's what I was at that moment. A naïve little child.
I can't explain why I let that happen any more than I could explain
the meaning of life. I always figured you'd learn it at the end. That
means I'll never get it. I got kicked out of the Lifestream. I wasn't
surprised. Woke up here. They made me some promises. They haven't
broken a single one yet. That didn't surprise me either. I am never
to leave this cell. I am to pay for my crimes against humanity and
the planet any way they see fit for eternity. I am never to see the
light of day. There's not much to see anyway. Everything in shades of
grey, except of course the bright green of the security screen. I hate
it, but if it wasn't there I'd have been blind a long time ago...
...Footsteps...
"Hey, General. Merry fucking Christmas, and all that shit." the guard
spat, sneering through the Lifestream green bars, the stench of his
breath sending my senses reeling. I recoiled, still watching as a
disturbingly sadistic smile surfaced through the grime that seemed to
have been collecting on his face for quite some time. " The authorities
decided to give you a little present." He said, still holding that
idiotic grin. I didn't expect anything special, but there was that
annoying little glimmer of hope. Food would be nice.
"I have been ordered to grant your release..."
...no... they promised... they can't... wait!...
"Heh, heh. Well, here you go...heh" I wanted to kill him. I wanted to
tear him limb from limb. I wanted to rip his head off and stuff it
down his throat as he moved to the control panel and deactivated the
bars of the security screen.
"Good fucking luck...General!"
...they promised...