He awoke with a start. His sixth dream in this hell hole of a hospital, dreaming of his slow witted sister.
'No, no, she's dead.' he thought to himself remembering her bloody fierceness in the dream. Her vicious eyes alive with the fire she had, before she went. He shuddered running a hand over the mockery of his face. Blown to bits, he mused, only to be put back together in calloused chunks.
"Nhana, was this your room?" he wondered quietly to the silent walls. All the rooms of the hospital were identical, so he couldn't tell where she spent her last moments. That day, he, Erol the mighty racer, couldn't save the final remnant of his family. Wasting away, she cast her dying eyes on him and smiled.
"It's okay, my brother. There was nothing you could do." she spoke softly placing her trembling hand on his shoulder, her skin a light iridescent blue coursing with Dark Eco. He shuddered at the memory, the Dark Warrior Program. Praxis had told him that only specially "qualified" individuals were taken into the program, but Erol never thought that would be his sister. He had fought long and hard to get her out of the Program, until the day she could take no more. He had found her that morning laying deathlike deep beneath the fortress in its drainage cesspool. Stealing a Zoomer, he rushed her to the hospital, where she stayed her final hours.
"I did all I could Nhana. I did all I could." he whispered to the dark room. His mind flicked to the only way he could gain vengeance, by tormenting those next in the program. Jak. How he enjoyed tormenting the young man, the would be hero that couldn't save his Nhana!
HE WAS TO LATE! His mind screamed envying the love and hope everyone blatantly bestowed upon that fool's hero.
"WHY COULDN'T YOU SAVE HER JAK? WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE HER!?" he growled to the walls hoping they would answer. He hated him for not being Nhana's hero, he hated himself for not fighting to the death for her.
"Why didn't I save her?" Erol sobbed staring down at his bed sheets. "Why couldn't I?"
'No, no, she's dead.' he thought to himself remembering her bloody fierceness in the dream. Her vicious eyes alive with the fire she had, before she went. He shuddered running a hand over the mockery of his face. Blown to bits, he mused, only to be put back together in calloused chunks.
"Nhana, was this your room?" he wondered quietly to the silent walls. All the rooms of the hospital were identical, so he couldn't tell where she spent her last moments. That day, he, Erol the mighty racer, couldn't save the final remnant of his family. Wasting away, she cast her dying eyes on him and smiled.
"It's okay, my brother. There was nothing you could do." she spoke softly placing her trembling hand on his shoulder, her skin a light iridescent blue coursing with Dark Eco. He shuddered at the memory, the Dark Warrior Program. Praxis had told him that only specially "qualified" individuals were taken into the program, but Erol never thought that would be his sister. He had fought long and hard to get her out of the Program, until the day she could take no more. He had found her that morning laying deathlike deep beneath the fortress in its drainage cesspool. Stealing a Zoomer, he rushed her to the hospital, where she stayed her final hours.
"I did all I could Nhana. I did all I could." he whispered to the dark room. His mind flicked to the only way he could gain vengeance, by tormenting those next in the program. Jak. How he enjoyed tormenting the young man, the would be hero that couldn't save his Nhana!
HE WAS TO LATE! His mind screamed envying the love and hope everyone blatantly bestowed upon that fool's hero.
"WHY COULDN'T YOU SAVE HER JAK? WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE HER!?" he growled to the walls hoping they would answer. He hated him for not being Nhana's hero, he hated himself for not fighting to the death for her.
"Why didn't I save her?" Erol sobbed staring down at his bed sheets. "Why couldn't I?"