A/N: Well the first two chapters were pretty smooth. The rest of the story should coast. Basically in this last chapter the story will unfold into a much larger "infection" I suppose.

Chapter III

I rest in my bunk that night, trying to take my mind off of his stare. The guard came by as usual, checking my status. "Inmate 57737, status: Active." We were referred to as machines by the guards, that's what they truly thought of us. I really had no comrades in this prison, I knew it would only be illusion. The lights began going out in sequence, like a ballet of argon filled tubes simultaneously loosing their electrical charge. For days after my first encounter with james, I noticed a raise in tension among guards and prisoners. Random fights broke out in the cell blocks and guards would beat the prisoners profusely. James sat back in his cell watching, he was completely amused. I began thinking he had something to do with all of this. A small riot had broken out in the mess hall and James left the room covertly.

I followed him to his cell, I did it quietly so he wouldn't know. As he came closer to his cell he stopped. "You know old man, I like a good game of chess." He turned around and looked at me, his eyes on mine again, I managed to look away. He knew I was following him, and yet he is still not questioning my nosy habit. "Would you like to play chess?" he said as he angled his head, trying to catch my eyes off guard. "No, im fine… thank you." He nodded and stood upright with his hands on his waist. His grin was proud. "Well at least you are a well mannered man!" I became annoyed at his youthful happiness, especially during the situation.

"You have something to do with this don't you? The guards and the prisoners." I asked sternly. His grin lessened and he sighed. "I couldn't bring myself to kill everyone at once by myself… that would be no fun. Instead, I'll have everyone kill each other!" he turned around spreading his arms. He gazed into the open mess hall door "The uprising has begun my friend, and you and I will sit through it together." The gunshots began to ring out through the hallways. The prisoners became enraged from years of beatings and horrible treatment. The guards were overwhelmed and taken down. The prisoners began seizing weapons and taking on the guards around the facility.

They all thought they would be able to go as they please, but james had different plans. They all gathered in the auditorium, which was barely ever used. James had knocked out all communications during the uprising; the outpost was a ghost to the Terran government now.

Have you ever heard the screams of insane prisoners? They take pride in killing guards, I've experienced it first hand now… the hallways were empty, the only sound was the clack of my boots against the hard metal floor. As I walked I heard odd creaks and the maniacal laughter of the prisoners far off, it was disturbing really. I turned a corner into a corridor, a guard, frightened of my appearance aimed his pistol at me. He wasn't wearing the power armor that the other guards do, but a blood stained uniform. I stopped in my tracks, I wasn't quite afraid of death at that particular time so I stood still. His whimpers could be heard over my heavy breathing. I noticed the cold sweat running from his forehead, a true sign of regression. Without warning his head exploded, leaving the bulkhead strewn with cranial matter. At the moment, I questioned my sanity, but was then thrown back into reality by the image of his eyes. "James, when does it end?" he walked out of the shadows, his eyes were different now. They were completely black, like voids leading to the abyss.

"it wont friend, and I'm sure you are curious as to why?" he crossed his arms and leant against the corridor. "If you have seen the things I've seen, been to the places I have… known the true, disgusting, nature of mankind… you too would be in my place."

"I must be leaving unfortunately, this outpost will be an inferno in moments. I'm taking you with me…"

I knew I was bound to him that moment.

"You will follow me through this cleansing. You will be the one to tell the tale…"

"Why me" I asked.

"You are neither pure, nor are you evil… you sit and watch the tyranny of man and the survival of the beast day by day. With each passing moment you notice the detail and situation… you are important."

As devastated as I was at the moment, I was compelled to follow him. And so I did… as I watched the outpost through the porthole on our newly found transport I felt no remorse for the prisoners that would soon be engulfed in a rage of fire. I was beginning to understand james, or I was falling into his plotted revenge. I didn't know what would happen next but whatever it was, it had to be told…

and likewise, this was just the beginning.

A/N: I hoped you enjoyed this prelude to a much larger series. Please feel free to review… and if you have any suggestions or ideas about the next "adventure" of our un-named narrator, please mail me.

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