Hello!!! Mercy_Angel09, (What's with these 09's?) I looked at all your stories. And you know what? I never knew you wrote like that. They were all so funny! And yet Romancing the Drone is serious! I also would like to thank you for reading my story so far; you're probably the nicest person I know.
I don't own Nike. Nike owns Nike. I don't own the Outlaw Star. But I own the people and the place you haven't heard before, m'kay?
Let's have a moment of silence first for all those people who have died in the 9/11 terrorist attack.
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Decent into the Darkness
Written by: Ansem Revived.
Chapter 8: Freedom and Madness
(A.N. I'm going to put a poem in the beginning of this chapter. It's the one I used to get in my school's newspaper. It was written out of the pain I had when someone I cared for the most…hurt me.)
Friends are just Acquaintances
Friends… There no such things…As friends.
When the choice
Comes which they will
Have to choose
Between their life
And yours…
You'll be gone,
Because of petty
Trust.
A true friend is…
Someone who cares for you,
Who'll be there for you,
Who'll even give their
Very soul for you.
Friends are just acquaintances.
Someone who'll talk to you,
Be with you,
Eat with you…
But never care enough to
Give their only life
For you…
Friends are just acquaintances.
The pitiful figure sat hunched up in the corner. On the other side of the room, across from him, were ceramic shards and a spoon.
What did I do? Why can't I get out?
The man was starving. He had nothing to eat but that bowl of cereal he made before everything went dark. It had been days or even weeks since he had last had something to settle his stomach. Sometimes, he had to even say his name or talk to himself to remember his name.
"My name is…Harry. My name is…Harry. My name is…Harry."
Harry crawled where the broken table was and sat beside it, Indian-style. Living in the darkness for such a long time had taken its toll on him. Even though he couldn't see the changes in the dark, he felt them. His eyes were red and pupils HUGE from straining his eyesight to see. His fingernails had gotten longer and were chipped from all that crawling he done. His once beautiful blue hair was now staring to grow gray spots. And, surprisingly, the room Harry was in didn't have any bodily waste in it. He hadn't had anything to eat or drink, so how could there?
Where is Ron?
Ron did this somehow, Harry thought to himself. He would guess that Ron had it out for him, but didn't think he was actually right. Ron was torturing him.
I'll get him back. I kill him.
In his mind, Harry had thought of two things-NO-three things to focus in when he gets out of this prison.
One was to kill Gene, Melfina, that blonde brat, that cat bitch, and the assassin.
The second one was to get revenge on his brother for doing this to him.
And the last was to destroy Magusser 9 with all of its inhabitants.
"They heard me scream for them. They heard me knocking on that door. Everyone wants to kill me, to destroy me… But they won't… not if I get put of here." Harry's voice was hoarse from not having anything to drink. He also wondered how he was still living when he had no water. A human would die from thirst in three or four days without water.
Something was keeping him alive…but what?
He laid down on the carpeted floor to sleep.
Knock Knock.
Harry turned his head to the door. Had someone finally wanted to set him free? On shaky legs, he tried to open the front door one more time.
The knob turned.
A wide grin swept across his face instantly. He was finally free. Harry pulled the door.
Only to be pulled through the door into another room by unseen hands.
"AHHHH! MY EYES!!!" This new room was filed with light. Harry shielded his eyes. His pupils were starting to become normal size again.
After a moment, his eyes finally settled. This gave him a chance to look around this new atmosphere of light. Wood floor. Cracked wall. Cheap-looking painting. Graffiti.
Harry's mouth hung open in delight. He was in the 3rd floor hallway.
Harry was so grateful to be out. He wanted to see the light again after all that darkness. Then, he wondered. Who knocked on the door and pulled him out? Harry, blinded by his cheerfulness, walked up and down the hallway trying to look for his savior.
"Where are you?"
He approached 3a. He twisted the doorknob, but it was locked. Oh well, he thought. He tried 3b. Locked also. He even knocked, but no reply came. Harry continued this pattern through the rest of the alphabet. No one came out of the apartments.
"Forget him. He saved me, but it took him a long time to do so. He'll have to go out with the space station once I destroy it too I'm afraid." He said. And with that, Harry walked to the elevators and pressed the call button. He looked at the numbered lights above the machines.
They seemed to be stuck at the lobby.
Harry pressed again. The lights were motionless. Again, nothing moved. He pressed it five more times but nothing came. Ten more times and still nothing came.
"DAMMIT!!!" The people still had him locked up. But now, they were toying with him. He slumped down to the floor and started to rock back and forth. Swearing at the elevators.
"Is there something wrong? Was it you who was knocking at my door?"
Harry's eyes shot wide open. There was someone talking to him…a real person. Harry stood up. He wanted to practically kiss the guy. He turned around. There stood a man, about Harry's age and height. He had smooth black hair that was cut. His eyes were brown. The man's clothing looked formal, a blue tucked in T-shirt that showed his skinny muscles, black jeans with a brown belt in it, and some white Nike sneakers. The man looked at Harry with concern in his face. "Are you okay? Did your girlfriend throw you out or something?"
Harry stared blankly back at the man. "Why do you say that?"
"Because your in a T-shirt and boxers."
Harry looked down at himself. He was indeed wearing a T-shirt and boxers. He started to remember now; darkness overwhelmed the apartment and trapped him inside.
Harry looked at his apartment door. He was afraid to go back in there, back into the darkness. He turned his attention back to the man. "What time is it?"
"Let me see." The man put his hands into his pockets. "From what I remember seeing from my alarm clock, it should be around…a quarter past ten in the morning."
"What day is it?"
The man started to get agitated. "Why are you asking me all these questions? I should be the one asking. I don't know what day it is, but I want to know who was that blacked haired guy that came out of your apartment this morning? I hardly ever see him when I go dow to the supermarket."
Harry was petrified. "What do you mean this morning?" I know I've been locked up over at least three or four days.
"I work at the supermarket down 24th. I wake up at six o' clock every morning to get ready. So, when I walked out the door at seven, this guy walks out of 3c and him and me share the elevator. We didn't talk to each other."
I've been in there for three hours? How can that be? It seemed like forever in that room!
The man stared at Harry's now frightened face. "You don't have no where to stay, do you?"
Harry answered honestly. "No. No I don't anymore."
The guy just smirked and stuck a hand out. "My name is Thomas. And it looks like me and you are going to be roommates until you get back on your feet again, right?"
Harry smiled and shook Thomas's hand. "I'm Harry. Thank you for your offer. I won't try to be a burden." It felt good that someone was actually helping him.
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Bye-bye.
Ansem Revived