The things that I think of sometimes....They even scare me. The subject at
hand this time was my hypocrisy, didn't think that was a word huh? Anyways,
I had to straighten my ideas out before I could even hope to move one step
ahead in any of my plans. So here's what I have so far. I've spent my whole
life trying to make a difference in the universe. Trying to free people
from the hold of the Forces and Ka-Shinta. But on the other hand, I look
down on people who can't help themselves...Saying there's no hope for
them....Why? Why do I do this? It isn't right, I should care for the people
that I'm trying to save. If I don't care then I have no right to change
anything. I'm so confused, thoughts buzz inside my head, thousands at a
time. I don't know which ones to listen to, but I'm going to have to pick
one, aren't I? One of them is going to lead me to the truth, whether it's
to help people or not...
I couldn't think of anything right now, but there were at least TWO people I had to save. Jess and Mel. Keeping them alive was more important then anything else. Some sort of tingle crept in my subconscious, it then manifested into a growing pain. Soon enough it was big enough to knock me from my dream world.....And into a cold reality.
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I opened my eyes to darkness. For a moment I thought I was blind. You try to wake up and open your eyes only to see more darkness, not a fun thing.
My head was what really got my attention, it was throbbing out of control. A felt a cool line of blood run down my back. It was around this time I realized that I was only wearing my pants and nothing else. They even took my boots! Was that really necessary? Jeez, some people....
I began to walk forward but a metallic cling stopped that plan. My arms and legs were shackled to the wall behind me. Well this was the highlight of MY day....I rested my head on the wall behind me, which turned out to be a very bad move. The sharpest pain I ever felt surged through my skull and down my back. I must have had a pretty nice welt somewhere on the back of my head. The wound was really getting to me now, I was getting pretty light headed....Hopefully it would just pass.
I did my best to try and sit down but the metal chains on my arms were just short enough to deny me that privilege. I tried over and over again but to no avail. I let out a big sigh and just hung there, being held up by my arms.
"You are one sad individual..."
I turned in the direction of the mysterious voice. "Who's there?"
"Another prisoner, like yourself."
From the sound of it the voice it was female so it wasn't this Tim I was looking for. "What's your name?"
"Kitty."
I tilted my head, what kind of name was Kitty?
"Hey, don't look too shocked, my good 'ol mom wasn't to original with naming me."
She could see me? Even in this darkness? Now I felt really embarrassed, she must have had a good laugh at all my previous antics. I shook away the thought and continued to talk to her, if just to pass the time and get my mind off the pain in my skull. "Not original? I don't know, Kitty sounds pretty original."
"Not when you're a C'tarl C'tarl."
"Touché."
"Huh?"
I smiled. "Nothing, no one seems to really know what that means anymore...."
I heard her sigh. I couldn't tell if her she was hurt or not, so I asked. "Hey, you ok?"
"Aside form being locked up in this hell-hole, yeah. You on the other hand don't look to well, your head is starting to swell. You'll be lucky to live for the next three days if that gets infected."
"Well I better hope I get out of here before then."
She laughed. "Don't count on it, no one has ever escaped from here. To make sure of that they only keep prisoners for a week before killing them."
Man, some hospitality. "How long have you been her for?"
"Today's my seventh day. They'll be here any moment to pick me up."
Wow, I didn't know what to say. I was talking to someone who was about to be killed any minute. She seemed to be pretty calm for knowing her death was so immanent. "Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm terrified but C'tarls can't show fear. It only gives satisfaction to their enemies."
"Have you tried to escape yet?"
"Are you crazy? They'd kill me on the spot. Plus I wouldn't know the first thing about getting out of here."
I grinned and could tell she saw it. "Listen, I've got some friends somewhere around here that are going to be killed on sight. I don't even know if they're still alive. You're going to be killed today anyways so I was thinking. Why don't you help me escape from here?"
I wish there was glimmer of light in here so I could see her expression.
"That blow to the head must have knocked out your common sense."
I laughed. "Common sense? Shoot, didn't take a blow to the head for me to get rid of that thing."
She must have been shaking her head in disbelief right about now.
"You are one crazy jackass, you know that?"
"Crazy jackass's are what make the world go round."
"Heh, you're right about that....Alright then, I'll help you. I've got nothing to loose."
I jumped up, forgetting about my shackles that held my firmly in place.
"Try not to kill yourself before we escape....Uh.....Say, what was your name?"
"It's Strife."
"And you thought mine was odd...."
I smirked and looked down. "Not a real name. My real name is to boring. Strife goes with the pain in my life...."
"Ah, I see. Well guess that's going to be more appropriate after thi-"
A door right on front of me whirled open allowing the light to flood in, stopping me from having any solid vision.
"Ok, grab the C'tarl."
Oooh, my head hurt so much from the bright light. I couldn't see either. I just heard some kind of struggle going on to my left. One of the guards was calling for back-up on a radio but was quickly silenced. The other one was stunned by just how strong one C'tarl was. Neither of them were very talkative for too long, as I heard to large thumps hit the ground.
My vision was just coming back as I saw the figure of some person unlocking me from my shackles. I guessed it was Kitty. "You took out both of those guards?"
"Yeah, that's not the hardest part. The hardest part is getting out of here alive."
She had my shackles off and we were both out the door. More light forced its way into my eyes. My sudden change from sitting on a stone floor to running at full speed did not help my head. I went from light headed to dizzy to almost passing out. The pain was getting to be too much. What the hell was I hit with? A ship!?
Kitty kept my awake by shaking my body and asking me questions like did I have any weapons with me. I told her yes and soon enough she was pulling my through the prison. I could hear guards behind us but they weren't yelling at us to stop. Maybe they didn't see us running away, I don't know.
I heard kitty brake open a steel door and shove my inside.
"You stay here, I'm going to go find my clothes."
I rubbed my eyes a bit and looked around. She was just as beat up as I was, Cuts and bruises all over her brown furred body. Her white hair hung loosely around her shoulders as her deep red eyes searched for her belongings. To top it off she was only in some bra and panties. Well she looked real good nonetheless.
She found her clothes and got dressed. She had a short skirt that could have doubled as one of those things people would ware in Hawaiian movies. Only the straw was replaced by different variations of belts. She also had a tank-top that stopped somewhere above her stomach. I couldn't really tell at the moment.
"Ok, what were you wearing? Actually tell me what kinds of guns you had, they all should be in the same bucket."
I rubbed my head for a moment trying to remember. It took awhile but I figured it out.
"I have a silver 9mm handgun, a thing the looks like a hybrid of a shotgun and a handgun, and a red caster."
"Wow, you're sure packing some heat, huh? Alright I'll go find them. Don't move."
She ran off into some back room as I sat by the door. I shook my head a couple times trying to get my vision back. Finally my eyes started to work the way they're supposed to and I could see exactly where I was, the pain on the other hand just wasn't going away.
A loud knocking at the door quickly caught my attention.
"Open this door right now! We know you're in there!"
Oh dammit! They found us! I looked around for something to barricade the door with. There was a steel table sitting right in the middle of them room. Perfect. I used all my strength to shove the table towards the door but nothing happen.
The guards outside could hear the screeching of the metal table on the equally metal floor. They started to bang against the door, trying to get it opened.
Damn why did this thing have to be so heavy?! I pushed with all my might but it only moved a couple inches. I was so screwed if I couldn't get this thing over there.
I knew if I just kept pushing then I would finally get it over there before they got the door open, I was wrong.
With one final bang the door it flew open, now leaving nothing between me and the gaurds. Just great.
"We found the runaway! Open fire!"
Ohhhh, DAMMIT! I used ever last well of ANY strength left in my entire body to take that fricken table and flip it on it's side.
Thank God SOMETHING went my way today. With a quick flip if the million-ton table the guards' bullets met steel instead of flesh. I didn't know how long it would take for them to simply move around the table though. Luckily I wouldn't have to find out.
I large green ball of energy shot from the back room, aimed directly at the guards in front of me. The ball hit the first guard and erupted into a large explosion, killing him and everyone next to him. I was thankful enough for the table to take the blow for me.
I looked toward the backroom, Kitty stood there with one hand on her hip and the other with my caster pointed up near the side of her head.
She grinned at me. "This gun can sure pack a punch."
"Where'd you get the shell from? It was empty last time I had it!"
"Oh I found some in a bucket next to yours. There were four, not including that one. Two number 5's, a 6, and a 13. Hopefully 13 doesn't turn out to be the unlucky one."
"Yeah, God knows we need all the luck we can get."
She threw me all my gear. Within seconds I had my shirt, trenchant and boots on along with all my weapons strapped to my waist, and the caster at my hip. I put the four extra shells in the belt that was holding the hand- shotgun. It looked like the pockets were costumed made just for caster shells.
Well, I sure LOOKED better then I felt. Kitty even complimented me on my Outlaw outfit.
"You're not a normal civilian, are you?"
"Nope," I said with a grin. "I'm the Outlaw everyone's going to know in this glaxay."
"If you get out of here, at least."
She had a good point. We walked out of the room and silently moved through the hallways. "Do you know a way out of here?"
"Nope, but I know where the surveillance room is. We can use that to find where every door leads to. We might even be able to find those friends of yours."
"Ok, good. Take us there."
Kitty was on the move as she headed towards our next destination. We turned the corner and stopped in out tracks. Three guards were headed right towards us. And they weren't in there normal get-ups either. Both wore thick black bullet-proof vests and big black helmets. Guess body and head shots were out of the question.
I crossed the hallway and hid behind the corner, giving Kitty my 9 before I ran. "When they come up, fire at will."
She stared at the gun like some foreign object. "You expect a great C'tarl C'tarl to use a WEAPON!"
I growled. "Fine, then don't! Here they come!" I took out my shotgun and aimed it at the closest guard. After a quick look down the sights I let it rip. Well is sure ripped....Right threw his "bullet-proof" vest.
Kitty took the opportunity to run out and leap at the guard closest to her. She tackled him down and sank her claws deep into his skin. The last guard had his rifle aimed right at her but I was already locked and loaded. Another shot from my high-caliber weapon and the second man was done. Kitty finished up with her own prey, whipping the blood from her hands on his chest.
I picked up Quick Silver and put it in it's holster, doing the same with my other gun. "Nice job."
She sly-fully grinned. "You're not too bad yourself."
Laughing, I said. "I've had training."
"Me too." She shot back. I shook my head and told her to continue. It didn't take long to find the surveillance room. Everything in this place was so close together. Ah well, why look a gift horse in the mouth?
She broke the door open and we both walked in. There was only one guard in the room....If one can even call him that. He was fat, balding, and above all else, asleep. We took some cable wire and tied him to his chair. Man this guy was really out of it. He didn't even notice as we took his gun and radio.
We now ignored him as any kind of threat and looked over all the screens.
"Ha! Found the exit! It's east-bound. Down about two floors." Kitty said, pointing to one of the screens.
"Ok, now we know our way out. Let's try to look for my friends. One's got a blue cloak on and dark black hair. The other's blonde and has this weird fuzzy coat/shirt thing."
"Wow, you're pretty descriptive...." Kitty said, sarcastically.
Damn, the voice was back.
I glanced over to Kitty out of the corner of my eye. She knew he was there, she took two sniffs of the air and tightened her muscles. She must've known more about this guy then I did. She WAS here for a week after all.
I relaxed and started to turn around. Knowing exactly how I was going to handle this. Unfortunately since I knew, he did to.
I twitched at his sudden outburst. How did he know? I didn't even think of my gun.
I slowly turned to face him. He was no taller them me but looked very old. At least from what skin I could see he looked old. Everything but his eyes where covered in shrouds of different clothes. Now here's a man that did not want to be seen.
For the first time I heard his voice outside of my mind. "Greetings Strife. Nice to see your resilience is still intact." He turned to Kitty. "And you, you have been most aggravating. Can't you just be a good, wretched animal and stay down when commanded?"
Kitty tensed up even more but she didn't attack. I didn't know why, she could have easily taken him, he was just standing there by himself.
I Damn, his voice was back in my head.
Oh, you bastard....I turned to Kitty. I could see it in her eyes. She wanted to tear him apart from limb to limb but she couldn't, they had her mom.
I turned back to the man. "You one evil little bitch, You know that?"
He laughed, almost insanely. "Oh, I know! I know!!"
I glared at him, hoping he was seeing the gruesome images going through my mind. Things I would have loved to do to him right now.
His smile was gone. I smirked, guess he saw.
"Now that is just not very nice. I'm going to have to discipline you for that." He pulled out a remote and hit a button. The screen behind us flickered on. It showed Jess and Mel being hung up by their arms with two large men standing next to them.
"Max, I need to discipline young Strife here. Can you hurt his lady friends? But don't kill them....Just make them wish for death."
Oh that was it!! My hand grabbed the handle on my 9mm. This guy went too far. It was time to put an end to it, consequences be damned.
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Author's note: Hello all! A lot of questions in this one, huh? Who's this mind reading guy? What's with the C'tarl chick? Hmmm, no one knows....Better read the next chapter the!!
So how you guys liking Strife's internal conflict? Seems like one of those clichéd 'be bad but then be good' kinda things huh? Well yes and no....You'll see what I mean later on.
I really don't have a lot to talk about this time. I did want to say something but I completely forgot, I have the WORST memory in the existence of the world.....Anyways, thanks to everyone that reviews and to people who will review in the future. You guys are what keep us writers going!
"Good reading equals good times." I'm out.
I couldn't think of anything right now, but there were at least TWO people I had to save. Jess and Mel. Keeping them alive was more important then anything else. Some sort of tingle crept in my subconscious, it then manifested into a growing pain. Soon enough it was big enough to knock me from my dream world.....And into a cold reality.
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I opened my eyes to darkness. For a moment I thought I was blind. You try to wake up and open your eyes only to see more darkness, not a fun thing.
My head was what really got my attention, it was throbbing out of control. A felt a cool line of blood run down my back. It was around this time I realized that I was only wearing my pants and nothing else. They even took my boots! Was that really necessary? Jeez, some people....
I began to walk forward but a metallic cling stopped that plan. My arms and legs were shackled to the wall behind me. Well this was the highlight of MY day....I rested my head on the wall behind me, which turned out to be a very bad move. The sharpest pain I ever felt surged through my skull and down my back. I must have had a pretty nice welt somewhere on the back of my head. The wound was really getting to me now, I was getting pretty light headed....Hopefully it would just pass.
I did my best to try and sit down but the metal chains on my arms were just short enough to deny me that privilege. I tried over and over again but to no avail. I let out a big sigh and just hung there, being held up by my arms.
"You are one sad individual..."
I turned in the direction of the mysterious voice. "Who's there?"
"Another prisoner, like yourself."
From the sound of it the voice it was female so it wasn't this Tim I was looking for. "What's your name?"
"Kitty."
I tilted my head, what kind of name was Kitty?
"Hey, don't look too shocked, my good 'ol mom wasn't to original with naming me."
She could see me? Even in this darkness? Now I felt really embarrassed, she must have had a good laugh at all my previous antics. I shook away the thought and continued to talk to her, if just to pass the time and get my mind off the pain in my skull. "Not original? I don't know, Kitty sounds pretty original."
"Not when you're a C'tarl C'tarl."
"Touché."
"Huh?"
I smiled. "Nothing, no one seems to really know what that means anymore...."
I heard her sigh. I couldn't tell if her she was hurt or not, so I asked. "Hey, you ok?"
"Aside form being locked up in this hell-hole, yeah. You on the other hand don't look to well, your head is starting to swell. You'll be lucky to live for the next three days if that gets infected."
"Well I better hope I get out of here before then."
She laughed. "Don't count on it, no one has ever escaped from here. To make sure of that they only keep prisoners for a week before killing them."
Man, some hospitality. "How long have you been her for?"
"Today's my seventh day. They'll be here any moment to pick me up."
Wow, I didn't know what to say. I was talking to someone who was about to be killed any minute. She seemed to be pretty calm for knowing her death was so immanent. "Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm terrified but C'tarls can't show fear. It only gives satisfaction to their enemies."
"Have you tried to escape yet?"
"Are you crazy? They'd kill me on the spot. Plus I wouldn't know the first thing about getting out of here."
I grinned and could tell she saw it. "Listen, I've got some friends somewhere around here that are going to be killed on sight. I don't even know if they're still alive. You're going to be killed today anyways so I was thinking. Why don't you help me escape from here?"
I wish there was glimmer of light in here so I could see her expression.
"That blow to the head must have knocked out your common sense."
I laughed. "Common sense? Shoot, didn't take a blow to the head for me to get rid of that thing."
She must have been shaking her head in disbelief right about now.
"You are one crazy jackass, you know that?"
"Crazy jackass's are what make the world go round."
"Heh, you're right about that....Alright then, I'll help you. I've got nothing to loose."
I jumped up, forgetting about my shackles that held my firmly in place.
"Try not to kill yourself before we escape....Uh.....Say, what was your name?"
"It's Strife."
"And you thought mine was odd...."
I smirked and looked down. "Not a real name. My real name is to boring. Strife goes with the pain in my life...."
"Ah, I see. Well guess that's going to be more appropriate after thi-"
A door right on front of me whirled open allowing the light to flood in, stopping me from having any solid vision.
"Ok, grab the C'tarl."
Oooh, my head hurt so much from the bright light. I couldn't see either. I just heard some kind of struggle going on to my left. One of the guards was calling for back-up on a radio but was quickly silenced. The other one was stunned by just how strong one C'tarl was. Neither of them were very talkative for too long, as I heard to large thumps hit the ground.
My vision was just coming back as I saw the figure of some person unlocking me from my shackles. I guessed it was Kitty. "You took out both of those guards?"
"Yeah, that's not the hardest part. The hardest part is getting out of here alive."
She had my shackles off and we were both out the door. More light forced its way into my eyes. My sudden change from sitting on a stone floor to running at full speed did not help my head. I went from light headed to dizzy to almost passing out. The pain was getting to be too much. What the hell was I hit with? A ship!?
Kitty kept my awake by shaking my body and asking me questions like did I have any weapons with me. I told her yes and soon enough she was pulling my through the prison. I could hear guards behind us but they weren't yelling at us to stop. Maybe they didn't see us running away, I don't know.
I heard kitty brake open a steel door and shove my inside.
"You stay here, I'm going to go find my clothes."
I rubbed my eyes a bit and looked around. She was just as beat up as I was, Cuts and bruises all over her brown furred body. Her white hair hung loosely around her shoulders as her deep red eyes searched for her belongings. To top it off she was only in some bra and panties. Well she looked real good nonetheless.
She found her clothes and got dressed. She had a short skirt that could have doubled as one of those things people would ware in Hawaiian movies. Only the straw was replaced by different variations of belts. She also had a tank-top that stopped somewhere above her stomach. I couldn't really tell at the moment.
"Ok, what were you wearing? Actually tell me what kinds of guns you had, they all should be in the same bucket."
I rubbed my head for a moment trying to remember. It took awhile but I figured it out.
"I have a silver 9mm handgun, a thing the looks like a hybrid of a shotgun and a handgun, and a red caster."
"Wow, you're sure packing some heat, huh? Alright I'll go find them. Don't move."
She ran off into some back room as I sat by the door. I shook my head a couple times trying to get my vision back. Finally my eyes started to work the way they're supposed to and I could see exactly where I was, the pain on the other hand just wasn't going away.
A loud knocking at the door quickly caught my attention.
"Open this door right now! We know you're in there!"
Oh dammit! They found us! I looked around for something to barricade the door with. There was a steel table sitting right in the middle of them room. Perfect. I used all my strength to shove the table towards the door but nothing happen.
The guards outside could hear the screeching of the metal table on the equally metal floor. They started to bang against the door, trying to get it opened.
Damn why did this thing have to be so heavy?! I pushed with all my might but it only moved a couple inches. I was so screwed if I couldn't get this thing over there.
I knew if I just kept pushing then I would finally get it over there before they got the door open, I was wrong.
With one final bang the door it flew open, now leaving nothing between me and the gaurds. Just great.
"We found the runaway! Open fire!"
Ohhhh, DAMMIT! I used ever last well of ANY strength left in my entire body to take that fricken table and flip it on it's side.
Thank God SOMETHING went my way today. With a quick flip if the million-ton table the guards' bullets met steel instead of flesh. I didn't know how long it would take for them to simply move around the table though. Luckily I wouldn't have to find out.
I large green ball of energy shot from the back room, aimed directly at the guards in front of me. The ball hit the first guard and erupted into a large explosion, killing him and everyone next to him. I was thankful enough for the table to take the blow for me.
I looked toward the backroom, Kitty stood there with one hand on her hip and the other with my caster pointed up near the side of her head.
She grinned at me. "This gun can sure pack a punch."
"Where'd you get the shell from? It was empty last time I had it!"
"Oh I found some in a bucket next to yours. There were four, not including that one. Two number 5's, a 6, and a 13. Hopefully 13 doesn't turn out to be the unlucky one."
"Yeah, God knows we need all the luck we can get."
She threw me all my gear. Within seconds I had my shirt, trenchant and boots on along with all my weapons strapped to my waist, and the caster at my hip. I put the four extra shells in the belt that was holding the hand- shotgun. It looked like the pockets were costumed made just for caster shells.
Well, I sure LOOKED better then I felt. Kitty even complimented me on my Outlaw outfit.
"You're not a normal civilian, are you?"
"Nope," I said with a grin. "I'm the Outlaw everyone's going to know in this glaxay."
"If you get out of here, at least."
She had a good point. We walked out of the room and silently moved through the hallways. "Do you know a way out of here?"
"Nope, but I know where the surveillance room is. We can use that to find where every door leads to. We might even be able to find those friends of yours."
"Ok, good. Take us there."
Kitty was on the move as she headed towards our next destination. We turned the corner and stopped in out tracks. Three guards were headed right towards us. And they weren't in there normal get-ups either. Both wore thick black bullet-proof vests and big black helmets. Guess body and head shots were out of the question.
I crossed the hallway and hid behind the corner, giving Kitty my 9 before I ran. "When they come up, fire at will."
She stared at the gun like some foreign object. "You expect a great C'tarl C'tarl to use a WEAPON!"
I growled. "Fine, then don't! Here they come!" I took out my shotgun and aimed it at the closest guard. After a quick look down the sights I let it rip. Well is sure ripped....Right threw his "bullet-proof" vest.
Kitty took the opportunity to run out and leap at the guard closest to her. She tackled him down and sank her claws deep into his skin. The last guard had his rifle aimed right at her but I was already locked and loaded. Another shot from my high-caliber weapon and the second man was done. Kitty finished up with her own prey, whipping the blood from her hands on his chest.
I picked up Quick Silver and put it in it's holster, doing the same with my other gun. "Nice job."
She sly-fully grinned. "You're not too bad yourself."
Laughing, I said. "I've had training."
"Me too." She shot back. I shook my head and told her to continue. It didn't take long to find the surveillance room. Everything in this place was so close together. Ah well, why look a gift horse in the mouth?
She broke the door open and we both walked in. There was only one guard in the room....If one can even call him that. He was fat, balding, and above all else, asleep. We took some cable wire and tied him to his chair. Man this guy was really out of it. He didn't even notice as we took his gun and radio.
We now ignored him as any kind of threat and looked over all the screens.
"Ha! Found the exit! It's east-bound. Down about two floors." Kitty said, pointing to one of the screens.
"Ok, now we know our way out. Let's try to look for my friends. One's got a blue cloak on and dark black hair. The other's blonde and has this weird fuzzy coat/shirt thing."
"Wow, you're pretty descriptive...." Kitty said, sarcastically.
Damn, the voice was back.
I glanced over to Kitty out of the corner of my eye. She knew he was there, she took two sniffs of the air and tightened her muscles. She must've known more about this guy then I did. She WAS here for a week after all.
I relaxed and started to turn around. Knowing exactly how I was going to handle this. Unfortunately since I knew, he did to.
I twitched at his sudden outburst. How did he know? I didn't even think of my gun.
I slowly turned to face him. He was no taller them me but looked very old. At least from what skin I could see he looked old. Everything but his eyes where covered in shrouds of different clothes. Now here's a man that did not want to be seen.
For the first time I heard his voice outside of my mind. "Greetings Strife. Nice to see your resilience is still intact." He turned to Kitty. "And you, you have been most aggravating. Can't you just be a good, wretched animal and stay down when commanded?"
Kitty tensed up even more but she didn't attack. I didn't know why, she could have easily taken him, he was just standing there by himself.
I Damn, his voice was back in my head.
Oh, you bastard....I turned to Kitty. I could see it in her eyes. She wanted to tear him apart from limb to limb but she couldn't, they had her mom.
I turned back to the man. "You one evil little bitch, You know that?"
He laughed, almost insanely. "Oh, I know! I know!!"
I glared at him, hoping he was seeing the gruesome images going through my mind. Things I would have loved to do to him right now.
His smile was gone. I smirked, guess he saw.
"Now that is just not very nice. I'm going to have to discipline you for that." He pulled out a remote and hit a button. The screen behind us flickered on. It showed Jess and Mel being hung up by their arms with two large men standing next to them.
"Max, I need to discipline young Strife here. Can you hurt his lady friends? But don't kill them....Just make them wish for death."
Oh that was it!! My hand grabbed the handle on my 9mm. This guy went too far. It was time to put an end to it, consequences be damned.
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Author's note: Hello all! A lot of questions in this one, huh? Who's this mind reading guy? What's with the C'tarl chick? Hmmm, no one knows....Better read the next chapter the!!
So how you guys liking Strife's internal conflict? Seems like one of those clichéd 'be bad but then be good' kinda things huh? Well yes and no....You'll see what I mean later on.
I really don't have a lot to talk about this time. I did want to say something but I completely forgot, I have the WORST memory in the existence of the world.....Anyways, thanks to everyone that reviews and to people who will review in the future. You guys are what keep us writers going!
"Good reading equals good times." I'm out.