TAKE A LOOK IN THE MIRROR
By Final Fantasy
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Cyberchase!
WARNING: Eh. Just a 'lil bit of gore.
Author's notes: Well, this is it. The final score.
Chapter 3: Defied
Defied. That was the only word I'd use for what I'd done. I deserved what was happening to me now...I had been but a spectator at that horrific event that heralded thtokens of the old world, which I had loved so much...too much.
With a sigh, I rubbed once again at my wings, which had been bound by control handcuffs. The control handcuffs were optimized specially for robotic use; if I tried to fly, or transform my beak into a weapon or a tool, it would send a white-hot blast of electricity through my circuits, rendering me unconscious for a few hours until my system recovered. It was a safety measure, to stop robots escaping; the toolbox in my chest had been totally emptied of its contents.
To take my mind off that less than encouraging fact, I turned my mind once more to the horrific events of that day. It was firmly imprinted on my memory chip; I could see them as clearly as if I was there again...
...FLASHBACK...
I watched Delete stagger over to Inez with fogged vision; I could only just see through the mist of terror and anger, which had been formed from the emotions of the past events. It confused me...made me angry. I was so filled with rage, that it started to overload my circuits...
I started to shriek, loudly and ear-piercingly...Buzz, who was holding me, jerked at the sound, but continued to keep a tight hold on my wings. At this, I grew even more infuriated, and snapped at him fiercely with my beak. I had half a mind to transform it and stab him with it, but the thought bare horrific events of that day. It was firmly imprinted on my memory chip; I could see them as clearly as if I was there again...
...FLASHBACK...
I watched Delete stagger over to Inez with fogged vision; I could only just see through the mist of terror and anger, which had been formed from the emotions of the past events. It confused me...made me angry. I was so filled with rage, that it started to overload my circuits...
I started to shriek, loudly and ear-piercingly...Buzz, who was holding me, jerked at the sound, but continued to keep a tight hold on my wings. At this, I grew even more infuriated, and snapped at him fiercely with my beak. I had half a mind to transform it and stab him with it, but the thought barely broke through the wall of rage that had gone up in my brain. Common sense packed up and left, until the only thing remaining was the destructive, wild animal rage that had always been hidden, deep under the surface. I gave in to that animal rage, gave all my soul, body and mind...thought was a long-forgotten dream.
Whipping around to face Buzz, I snarled, enjoying the sudden look of fear on his face. His grip slackened, then let go completely. Hah! I was free...
I heard him speak, but I only just processed it through my rage. "Digit? What 'da hell are you doing?" I could see he was puzzled, as well as afraid. More than afraid. Terrified.
The very sound of his voice made me go insane. And it was very unlucky for him that something came along to help me. The knife, the same one with which Hacker had murdered Jackie, the same one Inez had used to murder him, came skittering towards me. Delete had thrown it away from him in his grief, and the lovely blade came spinning across the stone floor. I reached for it with a mad grin, and then turned my glare to face Buzz once more. He had, through restraining me, caused the death of two of my friends, and he was going to PAY!
I could have stopped Hacker...I could have stopped Inez...
Buzz whimpered at the glare I gave him. It caught me by surprise; Buzz rarely whimpered, whatever the circumstance. It did not throw me off, however; I continued to advance, step by step, my shoes tapping on the floor, echoing through the large room. Until finally, he was pressed in a corner, cowering in fear. Oh, how I was loving every moment of this!
Without warning, I pressed myself to the short android and put my wings around him, as if I were embracing him. The intention, however, was not affection. I still had the knife in my left wing...
He struggled, fought my grip, but it was like iron...he was panting, gaze wild with fear as he halted his struggle for a moment. I could feel Buzz's breath on my face, as we stood for a single silent second, eye to eye in that locked position.
And in that final second, I committed the crime I was later imprisoned for. I stabbed him in the back. Literally...
The sharp blade, the perfect steel marred only by a few flecks of robotic and human blood, cut through the thin steel that covered his back, sank into circuitry and wires, severed oil valves vital to his system. At last, I felt it plunge into his central memory, and pushed downwards, feeling the sudden flow of robotic blood beginning to stain my wings. He went limp against me...with a grunt, I pulled the knife out of his back, and let him fall to the floor, dropping to my knees in front of him and watching him with a predator-like stare. Glancing down at the knife, I could see it was covered in blood; raising it to my lips, I licked the blade carefully, so as not to cut myself. The black-red blood tasted bittersweet...
A groan issued from his lips, and he breathed heavily, trying to stay alive for a few more precious moments. Then, there was a long period of silence as his heart rate dropped...he looked up at me with eyes that were streaming with tears, and breathed a couple of words that shocked me to the core.
"How could you do 'dis? To your own brother...?" Then he was silent once more. He would never speak again. His words were like a bucket of icy water being thrown over me. I couldn't move. I couldn't even scream...
"Oh...God..." I let out a distressed moan as I scrambled to my feet and backed away from his still form. Buzz's eyes had already faded to black. "No...no..."
I heard a screech from somewhere else in the room, knowing with a sinking heart who it was. Delete, who had at last detached himself from Inez, came flying at me from nowhere, sending me crashing to the floor. The impact jolted through my circuits, making me shake violently with the shock, and my system began to shut down temporarily. A safety measure, to stop it from overloading. I was wracked with guilt and sorrow for my dead friends and what I'd done...I no longer cared, just lay there on the cold, hard stone floor and let Delete attempt to throttle me to death, feeling his fingers dig into my throat, even drawing blood...then I went spinning into the darkness...
When I woke at last, having recovered from the beating my anger had given my circuits, I was in custody of the police. While I was immobile, they had been alerted by Motherboard of the events proceeding at the Northern Frontier, and invaded the torture chambers immediately. Inevitable it was that they found me lying unconscious, clutching the bloodstained knife in one wing, near the cadaver of Buzz. Inevitable, that I was charged by the CBI for the murder of my own brother. I had not been provoked, they claimed. And yet, my lawyers, and even Motherboard, fought for my freedom.
For years the argument raged back and forth – who was the guilty party? As you probably already know, a fateful day came when I was officially charged and thrown into prison, awaiting death row. Motherboard, and my lawyers, could do no more. Matt could hardly look at me; if he did so much as glance at me, his expression would become one of emotional torment. I would watch as his face tightened, his expression closed, and he looked away. It signaled the end of our friendship...the end of the Cybersquad. I knew, in that second, when he turned his painful gaze from me, that it was hopeless.
...END FLASHBACK...
I scratched once more at the control handcuffs, almost absently. I still half-believed, in a way, that someone, anyone, maybe even Matt, would come for me and claim my freedom. I don't know why. I just did...I wanted to believe I wasn't about to die.
The sound of footsteps echoing into my dank cell jolted me considerably. There were many people locked up in my block, people that were waiting for the tell-tale sound of footsteps outside their cell. It meant death. It always would. Squeezing my eyes shut and muttering frantic prayers under my breath, I hoped against hope that it wouldn't be me. Even a few hours more in this cell would be worth it – I would still be alive, would I not?
Unfortunately, my prayers went unanswered, and I knew it as I heard the jangle of keys being pulled out of a pocket, as the holder selected the correct one, and unlocked my door. As it clanged to with a screech of rusted metal, a few figures stepped into my cell, and my heart sank. It was time.
Without a word, I was shoved out of my cell and lead down the hallway; the light was so blinding that I had to screw up my eyes in order to see where I was going.
"What are you doing?" The panic in my voice was clear enough so that even the stupidest person could identify it; my captors obviously noticed and tightened their grip on me, refusing to answer my frightened question. Now unable to move, I stopped struggling and stared ahead. I was now able to see; the blinding brightness was clearing from my eyes.
The remote for the control handcuffs was dangling of one of their belts. If only I could reach it...but they were holding my wings so tightly I could barely feel them. All seemed hopeless, but I did not want to die.
As we continued on down the hallway, a plan started to form in my mind. Maybe there was some hope left...if this worked...
Gritting my teeth, I relaxed my muscles so I, myself, dangled from my captors' grip as loosely as a set of keys. I could see the little lights on the control handcuffs blinking away; feel them vibrate slightly like they always did. It infuriated me; I had had enough of the restricting things.
Catching my captors off guard, I wrenched my wings out of their grip, the remote clutched tightly in my left. I had managed to slip if off the belt without the guard noticing, and now pressed the large red button on it, backing away from the guards, who were advancing on me with deliberate slowness.
The control handcuffs gave a loud beep and released their hold on me; I smiled gladly as they fell to the floor with a clang. Then I turned to the guards, with that smile still set on my face.
One of them had an oddly shocked look on his face – it seemed like he was scared of me. But why?
"Oh God," the other breathed, eyes wide, face staring. "Oh God, oh God..."
Confused, I paused for a moment. "Why are you afraid?" I questioned. The pair of them gaped at me stupidly for a few seconds, then the first guard, his voice trembling, answered me.
"You're a murderer...you're going to kill us all..." He almost fell flat on his face when I flew over to him – ah! How good it was to fly again! – and looked down at him curiously.
"Why would I do that?"
"Because...you're a murderer!"
"I'm a boid."
"Yeah, but you also killed someone!"
"I knew that!"
"Just get it over and done with!"
"No."
"What did you say?"
"I said, no."
"So...you're not going to kill us?"
"What, with my bare hands – er, wings?"
"Well...that's what you did to the Hacker's assistant, wasn't it?"
"Nope. That was with a knife."
"Oh..."
"I don't have a knife with me, in case you're wondering." There was a trace of sarcasm in my voice.
I looked around. "Now, tell me, and don't lie. How do I escape?" I had made a decision. It was either get out or die, and I knew which option I'd take. The guard made haste to tell me.
"Well, you just go out of that door, into the administration office, and out another door. Then you'll be out of here."
"Any catches?"
"There are at least forty police officers and guards on the other side of this door." He pointed to the door right behind me, arm shaking violently.
"Okay...can you do something for me?"
"Yeah...?" I could see the paralyzing fear in his eyes. I knew that fear all too well.
"Put on those control handcuffs. One each. Now, or I really will kill you." Of course, I wouldn't have done so; it was just a threat to make the two do what I wanted. Reduced to lying...my standards were getting way low these days.
Once I had made sure the pair were lying on the floor with their faces to the wall, I flew over to the steel-like door with my heart in my mouth. Forty police officers and guards who had each trained as a CBI agent. At least.
After a long pause, in which I looked over my shoulder to check the two guards had not run away, I reached up and turned the round, hard knob with a slightly sweaty wing, and let the door swing open.
It was worse than I had imagined. What a pity it was that I hadn't thought of what I would do. Now, the possibilities raced through my mind in that one moment in which I hovered, unseen as of yet, in that doorway. Should I try to race through, or sneak around? It was now or never. As a large group of guards standing on the other side of the room near the exit caught sight of me and began to raise the alarm, I gathered myself together and shot towards that exit that would lead me to freedom.
Hurtling through the air at an unmeasurable speed, I flew by shocked faces, desks overflowing with paperwork, sullen teenage shoplifters...it was a forgotten luxury to see so much variety and colour.
My luck suddenly took a turn for the good as the door swung open, and a single police officer stepped in; he had most likely just finished his lunch break (this I knew from taking a glance at one of the digital clocks on the walls). I saw his eyes widen as I sped towards him. I saw his muscles tense as he prepared to step aside. Like a speeding bullet I shot through the impossibly small gap between him and the door...and I caught my first glimpse of the sky in years through the front windows. God, it was beautiful. I saw so much in that single moment in which I flew between the door and freedom...the familiar binary clouds gathered in the pinkish sky...and the buildings, almost touching the atmosphere, but not quite getting there.
It was then that a hand clamped around my tail and sent me crashing to the floor along with my hopes and dreams.
The policeman had caught me. As I stared, trying half-heartedly to get back towards that sky which I loved, scrabbling at the cold, hard floor, he dragged me back inside, and I was controlcuffed once more.
And oh, as they lead me now down that corridor again to certain death, I hold in my mind that single image of the sky...the freedom I could have had. I think of the good times, of Matt, of Jackie, of Inez...even of Buzz and Delete, my brothers. I dare not let the thought of my creator enter my mind, for that will only fill me with hatred. And it is not good to hate before the end.
I am dragged into the death row waiting room. I can hear the screams of criminals who are meeting their end. I do not deny that I am one of them, for after all, I killed my own brother. It's quite cold in here, rank with fear and the slight smell of death. The other prisoners waiting their turn...I can detect their despair, though I am not. There is no point in worrying. All hope is gone, along with my friends, and so I'm sitting here without fighting. Without hoping.
Patiently waiting for the end.
A/N: An ending, at last. I hope it's not too hastily done...at least I can go and finish off some other fanfics as well. I liked writing this especially. Hope you liked this one, and I'll cya all later. :-)
P.S. Do you ever notice that some of my fanfics end with a sentence that has 'waiting' in it? (Well, maybe only one other: Bullet With Butterfly Wings. "Waiting for me..." Yeah. Paranoia, let me tell you.)
By Final Fantasy
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Cyberchase!
WARNING: Eh. Just a 'lil bit of gore.
Author's notes: Well, this is it. The final score.
Chapter 3: Defied
Defied. That was the only word I'd use for what I'd done. I deserved what was happening to me now...I had been but a spectator at that horrific event that heralded thtokens of the old world, which I had loved so much...too much.
With a sigh, I rubbed once again at my wings, which had been bound by control handcuffs. The control handcuffs were optimized specially for robotic use; if I tried to fly, or transform my beak into a weapon or a tool, it would send a white-hot blast of electricity through my circuits, rendering me unconscious for a few hours until my system recovered. It was a safety measure, to stop robots escaping; the toolbox in my chest had been totally emptied of its contents.
To take my mind off that less than encouraging fact, I turned my mind once more to the horrific events of that day. It was firmly imprinted on my memory chip; I could see them as clearly as if I was there again...
...FLASHBACK...
I watched Delete stagger over to Inez with fogged vision; I could only just see through the mist of terror and anger, which had been formed from the emotions of the past events. It confused me...made me angry. I was so filled with rage, that it started to overload my circuits...
I started to shriek, loudly and ear-piercingly...Buzz, who was holding me, jerked at the sound, but continued to keep a tight hold on my wings. At this, I grew even more infuriated, and snapped at him fiercely with my beak. I had half a mind to transform it and stab him with it, but the thought bare horrific events of that day. It was firmly imprinted on my memory chip; I could see them as clearly as if I was there again...
...FLASHBACK...
I watched Delete stagger over to Inez with fogged vision; I could only just see through the mist of terror and anger, which had been formed from the emotions of the past events. It confused me...made me angry. I was so filled with rage, that it started to overload my circuits...
I started to shriek, loudly and ear-piercingly...Buzz, who was holding me, jerked at the sound, but continued to keep a tight hold on my wings. At this, I grew even more infuriated, and snapped at him fiercely with my beak. I had half a mind to transform it and stab him with it, but the thought barely broke through the wall of rage that had gone up in my brain. Common sense packed up and left, until the only thing remaining was the destructive, wild animal rage that had always been hidden, deep under the surface. I gave in to that animal rage, gave all my soul, body and mind...thought was a long-forgotten dream.
Whipping around to face Buzz, I snarled, enjoying the sudden look of fear on his face. His grip slackened, then let go completely. Hah! I was free...
I heard him speak, but I only just processed it through my rage. "Digit? What 'da hell are you doing?" I could see he was puzzled, as well as afraid. More than afraid. Terrified.
The very sound of his voice made me go insane. And it was very unlucky for him that something came along to help me. The knife, the same one with which Hacker had murdered Jackie, the same one Inez had used to murder him, came skittering towards me. Delete had thrown it away from him in his grief, and the lovely blade came spinning across the stone floor. I reached for it with a mad grin, and then turned my glare to face Buzz once more. He had, through restraining me, caused the death of two of my friends, and he was going to PAY!
I could have stopped Hacker...I could have stopped Inez...
Buzz whimpered at the glare I gave him. It caught me by surprise; Buzz rarely whimpered, whatever the circumstance. It did not throw me off, however; I continued to advance, step by step, my shoes tapping on the floor, echoing through the large room. Until finally, he was pressed in a corner, cowering in fear. Oh, how I was loving every moment of this!
Without warning, I pressed myself to the short android and put my wings around him, as if I were embracing him. The intention, however, was not affection. I still had the knife in my left wing...
He struggled, fought my grip, but it was like iron...he was panting, gaze wild with fear as he halted his struggle for a moment. I could feel Buzz's breath on my face, as we stood for a single silent second, eye to eye in that locked position.
And in that final second, I committed the crime I was later imprisoned for. I stabbed him in the back. Literally...
The sharp blade, the perfect steel marred only by a few flecks of robotic and human blood, cut through the thin steel that covered his back, sank into circuitry and wires, severed oil valves vital to his system. At last, I felt it plunge into his central memory, and pushed downwards, feeling the sudden flow of robotic blood beginning to stain my wings. He went limp against me...with a grunt, I pulled the knife out of his back, and let him fall to the floor, dropping to my knees in front of him and watching him with a predator-like stare. Glancing down at the knife, I could see it was covered in blood; raising it to my lips, I licked the blade carefully, so as not to cut myself. The black-red blood tasted bittersweet...
A groan issued from his lips, and he breathed heavily, trying to stay alive for a few more precious moments. Then, there was a long period of silence as his heart rate dropped...he looked up at me with eyes that were streaming with tears, and breathed a couple of words that shocked me to the core.
"How could you do 'dis? To your own brother...?" Then he was silent once more. He would never speak again. His words were like a bucket of icy water being thrown over me. I couldn't move. I couldn't even scream...
"Oh...God..." I let out a distressed moan as I scrambled to my feet and backed away from his still form. Buzz's eyes had already faded to black. "No...no..."
I heard a screech from somewhere else in the room, knowing with a sinking heart who it was. Delete, who had at last detached himself from Inez, came flying at me from nowhere, sending me crashing to the floor. The impact jolted through my circuits, making me shake violently with the shock, and my system began to shut down temporarily. A safety measure, to stop it from overloading. I was wracked with guilt and sorrow for my dead friends and what I'd done...I no longer cared, just lay there on the cold, hard stone floor and let Delete attempt to throttle me to death, feeling his fingers dig into my throat, even drawing blood...then I went spinning into the darkness...
When I woke at last, having recovered from the beating my anger had given my circuits, I was in custody of the police. While I was immobile, they had been alerted by Motherboard of the events proceeding at the Northern Frontier, and invaded the torture chambers immediately. Inevitable it was that they found me lying unconscious, clutching the bloodstained knife in one wing, near the cadaver of Buzz. Inevitable, that I was charged by the CBI for the murder of my own brother. I had not been provoked, they claimed. And yet, my lawyers, and even Motherboard, fought for my freedom.
For years the argument raged back and forth – who was the guilty party? As you probably already know, a fateful day came when I was officially charged and thrown into prison, awaiting death row. Motherboard, and my lawyers, could do no more. Matt could hardly look at me; if he did so much as glance at me, his expression would become one of emotional torment. I would watch as his face tightened, his expression closed, and he looked away. It signaled the end of our friendship...the end of the Cybersquad. I knew, in that second, when he turned his painful gaze from me, that it was hopeless.
...END FLASHBACK...
I scratched once more at the control handcuffs, almost absently. I still half-believed, in a way, that someone, anyone, maybe even Matt, would come for me and claim my freedom. I don't know why. I just did...I wanted to believe I wasn't about to die.
The sound of footsteps echoing into my dank cell jolted me considerably. There were many people locked up in my block, people that were waiting for the tell-tale sound of footsteps outside their cell. It meant death. It always would. Squeezing my eyes shut and muttering frantic prayers under my breath, I hoped against hope that it wouldn't be me. Even a few hours more in this cell would be worth it – I would still be alive, would I not?
Unfortunately, my prayers went unanswered, and I knew it as I heard the jangle of keys being pulled out of a pocket, as the holder selected the correct one, and unlocked my door. As it clanged to with a screech of rusted metal, a few figures stepped into my cell, and my heart sank. It was time.
Without a word, I was shoved out of my cell and lead down the hallway; the light was so blinding that I had to screw up my eyes in order to see where I was going.
"What are you doing?" The panic in my voice was clear enough so that even the stupidest person could identify it; my captors obviously noticed and tightened their grip on me, refusing to answer my frightened question. Now unable to move, I stopped struggling and stared ahead. I was now able to see; the blinding brightness was clearing from my eyes.
The remote for the control handcuffs was dangling of one of their belts. If only I could reach it...but they were holding my wings so tightly I could barely feel them. All seemed hopeless, but I did not want to die.
As we continued on down the hallway, a plan started to form in my mind. Maybe there was some hope left...if this worked...
Gritting my teeth, I relaxed my muscles so I, myself, dangled from my captors' grip as loosely as a set of keys. I could see the little lights on the control handcuffs blinking away; feel them vibrate slightly like they always did. It infuriated me; I had had enough of the restricting things.
Catching my captors off guard, I wrenched my wings out of their grip, the remote clutched tightly in my left. I had managed to slip if off the belt without the guard noticing, and now pressed the large red button on it, backing away from the guards, who were advancing on me with deliberate slowness.
The control handcuffs gave a loud beep and released their hold on me; I smiled gladly as they fell to the floor with a clang. Then I turned to the guards, with that smile still set on my face.
One of them had an oddly shocked look on his face – it seemed like he was scared of me. But why?
"Oh God," the other breathed, eyes wide, face staring. "Oh God, oh God..."
Confused, I paused for a moment. "Why are you afraid?" I questioned. The pair of them gaped at me stupidly for a few seconds, then the first guard, his voice trembling, answered me.
"You're a murderer...you're going to kill us all..." He almost fell flat on his face when I flew over to him – ah! How good it was to fly again! – and looked down at him curiously.
"Why would I do that?"
"Because...you're a murderer!"
"I'm a boid."
"Yeah, but you also killed someone!"
"I knew that!"
"Just get it over and done with!"
"No."
"What did you say?"
"I said, no."
"So...you're not going to kill us?"
"What, with my bare hands – er, wings?"
"Well...that's what you did to the Hacker's assistant, wasn't it?"
"Nope. That was with a knife."
"Oh..."
"I don't have a knife with me, in case you're wondering." There was a trace of sarcasm in my voice.
I looked around. "Now, tell me, and don't lie. How do I escape?" I had made a decision. It was either get out or die, and I knew which option I'd take. The guard made haste to tell me.
"Well, you just go out of that door, into the administration office, and out another door. Then you'll be out of here."
"Any catches?"
"There are at least forty police officers and guards on the other side of this door." He pointed to the door right behind me, arm shaking violently.
"Okay...can you do something for me?"
"Yeah...?" I could see the paralyzing fear in his eyes. I knew that fear all too well.
"Put on those control handcuffs. One each. Now, or I really will kill you." Of course, I wouldn't have done so; it was just a threat to make the two do what I wanted. Reduced to lying...my standards were getting way low these days.
Once I had made sure the pair were lying on the floor with their faces to the wall, I flew over to the steel-like door with my heart in my mouth. Forty police officers and guards who had each trained as a CBI agent. At least.
After a long pause, in which I looked over my shoulder to check the two guards had not run away, I reached up and turned the round, hard knob with a slightly sweaty wing, and let the door swing open.
It was worse than I had imagined. What a pity it was that I hadn't thought of what I would do. Now, the possibilities raced through my mind in that one moment in which I hovered, unseen as of yet, in that doorway. Should I try to race through, or sneak around? It was now or never. As a large group of guards standing on the other side of the room near the exit caught sight of me and began to raise the alarm, I gathered myself together and shot towards that exit that would lead me to freedom.
Hurtling through the air at an unmeasurable speed, I flew by shocked faces, desks overflowing with paperwork, sullen teenage shoplifters...it was a forgotten luxury to see so much variety and colour.
My luck suddenly took a turn for the good as the door swung open, and a single police officer stepped in; he had most likely just finished his lunch break (this I knew from taking a glance at one of the digital clocks on the walls). I saw his eyes widen as I sped towards him. I saw his muscles tense as he prepared to step aside. Like a speeding bullet I shot through the impossibly small gap between him and the door...and I caught my first glimpse of the sky in years through the front windows. God, it was beautiful. I saw so much in that single moment in which I flew between the door and freedom...the familiar binary clouds gathered in the pinkish sky...and the buildings, almost touching the atmosphere, but not quite getting there.
It was then that a hand clamped around my tail and sent me crashing to the floor along with my hopes and dreams.
The policeman had caught me. As I stared, trying half-heartedly to get back towards that sky which I loved, scrabbling at the cold, hard floor, he dragged me back inside, and I was controlcuffed once more.
And oh, as they lead me now down that corridor again to certain death, I hold in my mind that single image of the sky...the freedom I could have had. I think of the good times, of Matt, of Jackie, of Inez...even of Buzz and Delete, my brothers. I dare not let the thought of my creator enter my mind, for that will only fill me with hatred. And it is not good to hate before the end.
I am dragged into the death row waiting room. I can hear the screams of criminals who are meeting their end. I do not deny that I am one of them, for after all, I killed my own brother. It's quite cold in here, rank with fear and the slight smell of death. The other prisoners waiting their turn...I can detect their despair, though I am not. There is no point in worrying. All hope is gone, along with my friends, and so I'm sitting here without fighting. Without hoping.
Patiently waiting for the end.
A/N: An ending, at last. I hope it's not too hastily done...at least I can go and finish off some other fanfics as well. I liked writing this especially. Hope you liked this one, and I'll cya all later. :-)
P.S. Do you ever notice that some of my fanfics end with a sentence that has 'waiting' in it? (Well, maybe only one other: Bullet With Butterfly Wings. "Waiting for me..." Yeah. Paranoia, let me tell you.)