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Sometimes I wonder if I really am insane after all, or maybe just masochistic. Listening to the sound of my heartbeat over the powerful battle music in the background is bringing up a whole whack of memories as I sat there in the cockpit, almost stoically blasting away at the enemy.
Weren’t there more of them only a moment ago?
Blinking in surprise, I realized that I now stood alone on the battlefield. The destruction and screaming was more than audible, or at least they would be had I actually listened. But all that reached my ears now was the deafening silence that came with the cession of the guns. That and of course the music screaming from the speakers around me. Standing within the once prosperous colony, I stared out of my video screen at what could only be called a massacre. I can feel the smirk still upon my lips as the adrenaline slowly subsided. And what a rush it had been. Everyone was dead now. Everything destroyed. The mission had been a success. A messy one granted, but a success nonetheless. It was just a tad bloodier than I had expected it to be, but hey, it was done wasn’t it?
With that thought, a soft chuckle bubbled from deep within my throat. The chuckle soon developed into a full-blown laugh. Perhaps just a hint hysterical, but who’s to judge? There was no one. They were all dead. Now all I had to do was blow up the damned colony and I would be done. I would be able to return to Earth and go back to the apartment. Note how I said ‘apartment’ and not ‘home’. That’s because I don’t have one. I destroyed that too. Not directly perhaps, but I was guilty to a point that I may have damned well started the fire and shot those rounds.
The smirk still in place, I turned my attention back to the controls. With a few flicks and a quick, but absent-mindedly typed command, the battle music disappeared to be replaced with something much softer. Fluffier. Something almost… innocent.
That brought yet another chuckle out from that place deep in my throat. And once again I entertained myself with that one particular thought that I had been prone to having these past few days.
Freud would have had a field day if he had ever managed to get into my head.
 D i c h o t i c · Mon Jul 07, 2008 @ 04:44am · 0 Comments |
