Chapter 47
"Is someone gonna let me out of here?!"
Dickie sat on the floor of the brig; he rocked his knee side to side haphazardly.
"Oh my godddd,"
He started dragging his finger up and down the wall…glancing upward as he did so.
"Ughhhhhh,"
He straightened himself out and started clapping his hands together lightly and carelessly.
"This is fucking stupid," he muttered.
He glanced up at the guard standing watch; he got to his feet and walked to the edge of the force field.
"Hey, you," he said, nodding his head upward as he spoke.
He flashed a cheesy grin and waved his arms out.
The guard glanced up from his padd and shot him a blank stare. After a moment…he returned to his padd.
"Come on,"
The guard did not move or make a sound.
"Pleaseeeee,"
The guard remained still.
"Pleassseeee. Oh my god," he said carelessly turning and walking back to the corner of the brig…flapping his arms at his sides.
He plopped down on the floor and started tracing his finger on the floor.
The guard noticed a figure in the doorway; he nodded his head and got to his feet.
Dickie noticed him leaving…and made a face of anguish.
"Hey, come on!" he shouted.
"Asshole," he muttered.
He started tracing his finger on the floor again; after a few minutes…he noticed a shadow next to the force field.
He slowly lifted his head.
It was David.
His eyes were filled with bitterness; Dickie returned the gesture.
David stood there for a moment…shooting him a glare.
"I…was wrong," David said through gritted teeth. As he spoke…he lifted his hand…and pressed a button dropping the force field.
For a moment…a look of pure shock spread across Dickie's face.
He felt like he should say something…but couldn't find the right words.
"God damn right you were," he got to his feet and brushed past David knocking into him.
"Nutcase," he muttered.
David grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around. The two stared each other down…David's bitterness melting into a look of guilt.
Dickie wanted to soften…but couldn't let himself.
He knew deep down he wasn't as angry as he should be.
But he wanted to be.
"Get off me, jackass," he mumbled, shoving David's hand away.
David let him leave…feeling his guilt wash over him.
David slowly walked through the halls…taking in the damage as he went.
Everywhere he turned…there was piles of debris.
Bulkheads had collapsed through every hallway; splatters of blood was all over the floor.
A few corpses were pinned under some rubble.
David knelt down to get a closer look.
It was a young girl…no more than twenty-five.
His eyes got watery; he slowly rose to his feet and continued walking.
The look on her face haunting.
He eventually reached his quarters.
They too were just as chaotic as the rest of the ship.
Nothing but of a pile of rubble.
He slowly lowered himself onto his bed…what was left of it.
He slid down onto his back…feeling defeated.
He'd made a complete mess of everything.
That girl's life was on his conscious.
He was a monster.