Trials & Tribulations:
Innocence Shattered
Chaos is falling apart. What happens when he finally cracks?
Chapter 2- Too Far
I can't live through this anymore. I can't...I just....I need to think.... Chaos stumbled out of bed, through the ship, and to the galley. The galley was empty. He was alone. He laid himself down on the bench.
I can't.....I don't want to live. Why am I still alive while most of my friends are dead? Why? Why didn't I die along with them? I was selfish. I was afraid. I ran. And they stayed. Defended the ship. Died.
Chaos got up and looked around the galley, looking for the instrument to carry out his death. He found it tucked inside a drawer, waiting, inviting. It was a small knife. It's weight was comforting. He had the instrument. The place to kill himself was all that he needed. The only fitting place would be his room.
Back in his room. Alone again. He looked at the knife. Hello, friend.
Knock.
"Go away."
Another knock. "Chaos, it's me. It's Nemesis."
"You bitch," he growled low, so she couldn't here her. He hacked off a chunk of the blanket, and held it ready, along with the knife.
Nemesis finally opened the door. It was an opportunity that Chaos didn't pass up. He pulled her in, and forced the piece of blanket into her mouth so she couldn't scream. Then he forced her onto the bed. She struggled, but it didn't work. Her muscles in the real world were still catching up to her muscles in the Matrix.
"You bitch," he growled again. "You don't understand, do you? Well, now I'm going to put you through all of the pain that I'm in to make you understand."
He set down the kinfe where she couldn't reach it, and hit her. He hit her again. And again. And again. Morpheus, help! Morpheus, Smith, Nike, anyone!!!! Nemesis struggled against the impending darkness. It was futile. Another solid blow by Chaos sent her careening over the edge into unconciousness.
Chaos's brutal attack didn't end there. He tore off her pants and began to rape her. He forced himself onto her, going on for what seemed like forever. He got up, zipped his pants, and smiled, reaching for the knife.
Cuts. Blood. The knife left it's mark on Nemesis. Chaos stood and looked at his work with savage triumph. She understands now. Now I can die.
He cut himself all over his body, then lay there on the floor as unconciousness creeped up. He would die slowly. And die a death of his own choosing. Chaos's eyes fluttered close.
