Behind Cold Metal
Chapter 16: Dinner with Meta Ridley Pt 3
The night started off and the dinner had been served. Samus and Meta Ridley had been talking lightly while drinking before the food arrived. Then, the real conversation started.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Samus asked. "Anything important?"
"Well, do you remember that time where you asked me why I was being...er...rather kind, for our situation?" he said. He was a slightly nervous, seeming Samus was looking prettier than usual. Meta Ridley felt a bit foolish, but he had to talk.
"Yeah, I remember that" she said.
"Well, I'll tell you a little about that, but on one condition"
"What would that be?"
"The condition is that you take this seriously"
"Okay"
"Heh, I guess there was pressing matters after all, eh?"
"You don't think enough. You should plan your actions a little more"
"Anyway..." Meta Ridley said. He suddenly became more nervous. He didn't really know what to say.
"Samus...I have...I...well, you see...I made this observation from the first day of your captivity, and I noticed something rather strange..." he said. He figured out what he wanted to say, but he then felt sad.
"What's strange?" she asked.
"Samus...why haven't you killed me yet?" he asked. Samus's face had a slight look of worry on it.
"Kill you?" she asked. Then she remembered the first day, when she was so angry, she wanted to kill him. But there was that small inkling in her mind that forced her to think otherwise. She had completely forgotten about that.
"Oh...I don't...I don't know really..." she said.
"Samus...I know you've never seen me like this before...and I've never seen you acting like this before either...well, towards me anyway. That's my observation. I've been trying to understand why we haven't been trying to cut each other's throats, even when we've been fully armed all this time. I'm fully armed now, but I don't feel any pressure to throw my arm over the table and shoot you...what do you think?" he asked. There was a lot to take in for Samus. She didn't really understand either.
"..."
"...Are you okay?"
"...*sniff*...
"Samus, what's wrong?"
Samus was trying her hardest not to cry. All the memories were coming back to her, of her parents dying. She felt bitter inside.
"You...killed my parents...you didn't care one bit...for me or my future...my family..." she said. Meta Ridley felt bad inside.
"Samus, I..." he said.
"Shut up...just shut up....." she said, her fist clenched against the table. Meta Ridley had a look of distraught worry on his face.
"...You...you're nothing but a murderous freak..." she said quietly. "I don't understand why I haven't killed you yet. For what you did....*sniff*...you should die...you heartless monster........*sniff*......."
Meta Ridley didn't know what to do. Samus was on the verge of breaking down in front of him. Perhaps bringing the Space Pirates to eat around him was a horrible idea. He needed to say something, and fast.