Second chapter of the Solitude Adventures series. This chapter is narrated from the point of view of Roy, one of the guys patrolling the forest looking for Mata.
The death of that asshole was the only thing that I had in mind. But killing him was something that I had to leave for the others to do. For me, it was already to late. Somehow, I always knew this was going to end like this. I was patrolling the forest, my rage was the only thing that was pushing me forward. We trusted in that incompetent piece of shit and, now he cons us and disappears, I had no other choice but to become a space nomad because of his fucking fault and ineptitude. All my life, all my plans, everything that I had done and everything that I had endure in this godforsaken planet was for nothing. At least, before I leaved to encounter my dead, I needed to kill the bastard who ruined us all. Those were my thoughts while I was driving the motojet looking in the darkness of those woods alongside the others. We were closing in on him, I knew it. I took a detour because I thought I had heard something coming from the waterfall that was near us, so I headed there. I arrived to the waterfall but there was nothing to be seen, however I knew that the bastard was close. My motojet still had a good amount of energy so I was able to activate the tracking pulse radar, it was a relatively new device that detected any human pulse in the area, it required a lot of energy to be activated but I felt that this was the moment to use it. The radar detected a pulse moving quickly to the east at less than 15 kilometers away.
I took out my magnum and I headed there at full speed. He felt into that waterfall and in a few minutes he was already 15 kilometers away? He was using a vehicle, unfortunately for him, I was using my motojet. He was just a few meters away, he was completely alone, he was there for me to kill. I was only looking at the pulse radar. It was so fucking dark and I was driving at full speed. The pulse radar wasn't able to detect any other types of objects, so if a tree or a rock or something else was lying in front of me, my face was going to smash that at full speed while my motojet exploded. But I didn't care at that moment, I just wanted to kill him, that was the only thing in the world that matter. The energy levels of my motojet were dropping, that damn radar consumed a lot! My motojet had only a few seconds left of life, I looked ahead and I finally saw him. A dark figure running in the woods like crazy, he was still a little bit far away, but not for my magnum. I fired the first shot and missed, however I saw him and after I fired the first shot, he just stopped running and he raised his hands. My motojet died and I was still a little bit far away. I just saw Mata's dark silhouette raising his hands. Although we were some meters away, I was still able to imagine the way that he was going to beg me to spear his life, it was already to late for that, my rage at that night didn't allow those types of negotiations. I just got off of the motojet, I looked at him and I fired four times, he fell to the ground.
Just at that moment, my whole world changed. All my rage, anger and violence disappeared all of a sudden and I was just left with an emotional void and the resting consequences of my actions. But still, as I was walking to see his corpse, a part of me felt that it was worth it.
I started to hear some motojets approaching the area, "too fucking late you poor idiots" I was thinking "I was the one who haunted him down like a pig", I guess that was the only part of myself that felt it was worth it. My whole world changed for a second and consecutive time, when I saw her blond hair lying on the grass and her white jacket all covered in blood.
"Who the fuck are you?", "What the fuck have I done?!"; those were the two questions that governed my mind and my being at that moment.
Two shots in the stomach and one shot in the leg, she wasn't moving at all. I could see her eyes were closed and her face impregnated with pain and suffering.
"This wasn't my fault, this wasn't my fault!" came after.
"What the fuck was this girl doing here?". No one else was supposed to be on these woods, but there she was, and it was me, the one who killed her. If it wasn't for my dead motojet I would had fled the scene, but there was nowhere to go for me at the moment. The other motojets arrived.
"Holy Shit Roy! What the hell did you do?" one of them asked.
"We were supposed to kill a dude!" another wisely added.
"This wasn't my fault! Who the fuck is this girl and what the fuck is she doing here?". There were only two of them and they were observing the corpse of the girl.
"Oh crap, she's Danna, Net's chick. Dude, you just killed Net's chick!"
"Danna?" I thought, "Yes, I know her, Net's chick, jesus, did I really kill her?" I was asking myself. I looked at her one more time to verify if this was really happening and when I looked at Danna, her eyes were open.
"Oh crap, I think she's still alive dude"
I looked at her face, she looked at me and for a moment, I felt all her pain and suffering by just gazing her eyes.
She closed them, that horrible pain was gone and I returned back to the real world, where I was still able to save her.
"One of you, give me your motojet, she needs a medic fucking now!" I asked, expecting a "no" for an answer.
One of them just laughed and asked.
"What's wrong with yours?"
"I have no juice left" I looked at her once more and the pain was returning "this girl is dying! I need another motojet, give me one!"
"No, no, no man. Your dead girl, your responsibility, we have the right bastard to kill, we have no energy or time for this shit."
They just turned around and they left as quickly as they came.
"Useless pieces of shit!" I was screaming at them. Then, I looked back at the girl. It was game over for her, I had no idea where the hell we were but I was sure that the only clinic available was far away in the center of the city. She was just there, those bullets were consuming her life bit by bit and I was the one to blame, I did this. I just kneeled besides her and I held her in my arms, she looked at me.
"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry" I kept telling her "This was an accident, those guys, they left you here to die"
After I said that, she just looked at me, with a face of deep contempt and anger, that face was so full of energy, so full of rage, I understood her final words never uttered by just looking at her face. Those emotions were frozen and she just closed her eyes. That was the moment in which I understood that everything was my doing. I was the one who paid that hacker, I was the one trying to kill him. There was no one else to blame, not the girl, not those pieces of shit that abandoned us, not even the guy I was looking for. I killed that innocent girl, I cause her death and I was the only one to blame.
A couple of motojets were patrolling the area near I was. I looked at them and I just asked myself "What are you looking for? This is all fucked up, what's the point of killing that bastard, it's not going to solve anything, everything was our fault to begin with". But I guess that's easy for me to say because I've already tasted the flavor of immediate vengeance when I killed the girl thinking she was the hacker... we were pathetic, we deserves the worst.
I couldn't just leave her there, her name was Danna, she was Net's girl. I had only met her once, but I never crossed words with her. I knew Net , he was a good guy and he was going to be my judge. I carried her and I crossed the dark woods by foot. I found a way back to the city, a way back to school with her body in my arms.
I needed to see Net, I needed someone to judge what I had done and I didn't care for the outcome, if he killed me, that was fine and if he forgave me, the space was going to kill me anyway.
Late Night Judgement
The death of that asshole was the only thing that I had in mind. But killing him was something that I had to leave for the others to do. For me, it was already to late. Somehow, I always knew this was going to end like this. I was patrolling the forest, my rage was the only thing that was pushing me forward. We trusted in that incompetent piece of shit and, now he cons us and disappears, I had no other choice but to become a space nomad because of his fucking fault and ineptitude. All my life, all my plans, everything that I had done and everything that I had endure in this godforsaken planet was for nothing. At least, before I leaved to encounter my dead, I needed to kill the bastard who ruined us all. Those were my thoughts while I was driving the motojet looking in the darkness of those woods alongside the others. We were closing in on him, I knew it. I took a detour because I thought I had heard something coming from the waterfall that was near us, so I headed there. I arrived to the waterfall but there was nothing to be seen, however I knew that the bastard was close. My motojet still had a good amount of energy so I was able to activate the tracking pulse radar, it was a relatively new device that detected any human pulse in the area, it required a lot of energy to be activated but I felt that this was the moment to use it. The radar detected a pulse moving quickly to the east at less than 15 kilometers away.
I took out my magnum and I headed there at full speed. He felt into that waterfall and in a few minutes he was already 15 kilometers away? He was using a vehicle, unfortunately for him, I was using my motojet. He was just a few meters away, he was completely alone, he was there for me to kill. I was only looking at the pulse radar. It was so fucking dark and I was driving at full speed. The pulse radar wasn't able to detect any other types of objects, so if a tree or a rock or something else was lying in front of me, my face was going to smash that at full speed while my motojet exploded. But I didn't care at that moment, I just wanted to kill him, that was the only thing in the world that matter. The energy levels of my motojet were dropping, that damn radar consumed a lot! My motojet had only a few seconds left of life, I looked ahead and I finally saw him. A dark figure running in the woods like crazy, he was still a little bit far away, but not for my magnum. I fired the first shot and missed, however I saw him and after I fired the first shot, he just stopped running and he raised his hands. My motojet died and I was still a little bit far away. I just saw Mata's dark silhouette raising his hands. Although we were some meters away, I was still able to imagine the way that he was going to beg me to spear his life, it was already to late for that, my rage at that night didn't allow those types of negotiations. I just got off of the motojet, I looked at him and I fired four times, he fell to the ground.
Just at that moment, my whole world changed. All my rage, anger and violence disappeared all of a sudden and I was just left with an emotional void and the resting consequences of my actions. But still, as I was walking to see his corpse, a part of me felt that it was worth it.
I started to hear some motojets approaching the area, "too fucking late you poor idiots" I was thinking "I was the one who haunted him down like a pig", I guess that was the only part of myself that felt it was worth it. My whole world changed for a second and consecutive time, when I saw her blond hair lying on the grass and her white jacket all covered in blood.
"Who the fuck are you?", "What the fuck have I done?!"; those were the two questions that governed my mind and my being at that moment.
Two shots in the stomach and one shot in the leg, she wasn't moving at all. I could see her eyes were closed and her face impregnated with pain and suffering.
"This wasn't my fault, this wasn't my fault!" came after.
"What the fuck was this girl doing here?". No one else was supposed to be on these woods, but there she was, and it was me, the one who killed her. If it wasn't for my dead motojet I would had fled the scene, but there was nowhere to go for me at the moment. The other motojets arrived.
"Holy Shit Roy! What the hell did you do?" one of them asked.
"We were supposed to kill a dude!" another wisely added.
"This wasn't my fault! Who the fuck is this girl and what the fuck is she doing here?". There were only two of them and they were observing the corpse of the girl.
"Oh crap, she's Danna, Net's chick. Dude, you just killed Net's chick!"
"Danna?" I thought, "Yes, I know her, Net's chick, jesus, did I really kill her?" I was asking myself. I looked at her one more time to verify if this was really happening and when I looked at Danna, her eyes were open.
"Oh crap, I think she's still alive dude"
I looked at her face, she looked at me and for a moment, I felt all her pain and suffering by just gazing her eyes.
She closed them, that horrible pain was gone and I returned back to the real world, where I was still able to save her.
"One of you, give me your motojet, she needs a medic fucking now!" I asked, expecting a "no" for an answer.
One of them just laughed and asked.
"What's wrong with yours?"
"I have no juice left" I looked at her once more and the pain was returning "this girl is dying! I need another motojet, give me one!"
"No, no, no man. Your dead girl, your responsibility, we have the right bastard to kill, we have no energy or time for this shit."
They just turned around and they left as quickly as they came.
"Useless pieces of shit!" I was screaming at them. Then, I looked back at the girl. It was game over for her, I had no idea where the hell we were but I was sure that the only clinic available was far away in the center of the city. She was just there, those bullets were consuming her life bit by bit and I was the one to blame, I did this. I just kneeled besides her and I held her in my arms, she looked at me.
"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry" I kept telling her "This was an accident, those guys, they left you here to die"
After I said that, she just looked at me, with a face of deep contempt and anger, that face was so full of energy, so full of rage, I understood her final words never uttered by just looking at her face. Those emotions were frozen and she just closed her eyes. That was the moment in which I understood that everything was my doing. I was the one who paid that hacker, I was the one trying to kill him. There was no one else to blame, not the girl, not those pieces of shit that abandoned us, not even the guy I was looking for. I killed that innocent girl, I cause her death and I was the only one to blame.
A couple of motojets were patrolling the area near I was. I looked at them and I just asked myself "What are you looking for? This is all fucked up, what's the point of killing that bastard, it's not going to solve anything, everything was our fault to begin with". But I guess that's easy for me to say because I've already tasted the flavor of immediate vengeance when I killed the girl thinking she was the hacker... we were pathetic, we deserves the worst.
I couldn't just leave her there, her name was Danna, she was Net's girl. I had only met her once, but I never crossed words with her. I knew Net , he was a good guy and he was going to be my judge. I carried her and I crossed the dark woods by foot. I found a way back to the city, a way back to school with her body in my arms.
I needed to see Net, I needed someone to judge what I had done and I didn't care for the outcome, if he killed me, that was fine and if he forgave me, the space was going to kill me anyway.