Angel
Chapter
11
March 24
"Oh, Roger. Is that you?"
That was the first thing I called out when I awoke to find myself at the dock, rescued from my horrible ordeal at the sea. I had thought about the corpse that had caught my leg and shuddered.
At first, I felt intensely grateful towards him for saving my life. Time and time over.
But now, as I leaned against a building, watching the downfall of the Megadeus-- and memories which could potentially enlighten Paradigm City-- my gratitude towards my savior turned into hatred.
I stared at the Big O as it stood still, wondering what Roger the Killjoy was thinking. He was obviously rejoicing at what he had done. Obviously, he was trying to play hero, thinking it was the right thing to destroy what so many have lusted after. But he was wrong. And he would have to pay for it later, I knew. I'd have to pay for it later, too. Alex would be furious.
I felt the onslaught of tears coming, their sting in my eyes that were already irritated from the salt water, but I fought them back. But I so wanted to cry from the spilt milk. He didn't understand. He didn't understand that there was good to memories. I wasn't exploiting them, I was helping people. People who wanted to know where they came from and what the hell happened so they could just move on with their lives. They just wanted their identities. And for someone to say that they have the power to take away their happiness, just like that?
Roger was the one that was greedy.
"I hate you, Roger. You don't understand what it's like to be me," I spat.