Chapter 3 Flashback
Southeast of the Duty outpost laid a small house within a forest. The house had a concrete wall going around 2/3rds of it with a person sitting comfortably on top of it. He wore a green tank top and blue jeans; he looked roughly 17 years old and full of life. He just sat there observing the way the trees moved with the wind. He was enjoying the peacefulness of the area he lived in since there were rarely any dangerous mutants around. The only wild things around were boars and blind dogs. They weren't much to fret about though, for they could easily be taken care of.
Something called for the person on the wall, "Hey Mike, come on inside. Mom's almost done with dinner."
"Kay Dad. I'll be right in."
Mike stared out into the forest for a couple more seconds before jumping off of the wall and heading inside. The dining table had been set. There were three seats with three meals and sets of utensils. Mike's parents were already sitting down about ready to eat.
"Hey Mom. What are we having for dinner tonight?"
"Hey kiddo. I've made a bean and tuna salad."
Mike's dad looked at his mom "What did you use honey?"
Mike's mom took some time to think about what she used to make the salad. "I used canned beans and tuna of course with some red onions, squash, olive oil, some type of vinegar, and salt and pepper."
Mike took a couple of bites of the salad. "It's good Mom."
Mike's dad nodded his head in agreement. "Likewise"
Mikes mom smiled from the compliments. "Thanks."
It was dark and quiet outside. They were enjoying their dinner peacefully making some idle conversation before the lights went out.
Mike's dad was very irritated by this. "Damn it! The lights have gone out again. Mike, could you go reset the circuit breaker?"
Mike sat his fork down and got out of his chair. He grabbed a flashlight and went outside since the junction box was located outside on the side of the house. He walked over to the junction box and opening it.
Something wasn't right. "That's weird. The power had been switched off. What could switch it off?" he thought to himself.
Mike started to worry a little bit. Suddenly the tranquil night's peacefulness was shattered with by an array of mixed screams and gunfire.
The gunfire scared Mike. "Oh shit! What's going on?!?" he said to himself.
Mike quickly ran over to the door before hearing some people speak to each other.
"Now go find and deal with the kid! The parents are dead."
Mike heard this and quickly turned around and ran into the forest as quick as he could. He was running because of fear. He had no idea were he was going. All he could think to do was run. Run as fast as he could so he could get as far away from the house as possible.
Back at the house, the three bandits who went to deal with Mike had returned.
"We don't have to worry about the kid. He must have ran."
"Yeah, a mutie will probably make a good snack out of the little bitch."
One of the bandits started laughing. "Maybe he'll run into an anomaly and get killed by it."
The other three bandits started laughing
"Wish I could be there to see it happen."
One of the bandits, possibly the leader, stopped laughing and became serious. "Au-right you morons, somebody has to deal with the bodies since they're starting to smell up the place. You get to be the lucky bastard who gets to do it.
"God damn it! Why do I have to always do this crap?"
The leader was somewhat irritated by this remark. "Because I tell you to do it, so you can shut the fuck up."
The unlucky bandit went over to one of the body and began to drag it outside.
"I guess I'll keep watch for anyone who might cause trouble," Volunteered one of the bandits.
It had been about ten minutes. Mike was still running. He hadn't seen any life in the forest, not like he could see anything anyway, while running through the forest. His marathon run came to an abrupt stop when his foot hit a rock causing him to trip and slam into the ground. He didn't feel the pain from the fall. All he could feel was sadness covering him. He just laid there crying about what had just happened. He blacked out and was out for the rest of the night.
It was about mid-afternoon. Mike was just lying on the ground in the same place he was in before. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a creature standing five feet away from him. Mike didn't care. He couldn't feel the joy of living anymore. The only thing he wanted was to die. For some reason, Mike felt like he was connecting with the creature. It felt like it was worming its way into his mind. Somehow it was speaking to him.
"Look at yourself. Crying about what has happened and not doing anything about it," said the creature inside of Mike's mind.
Mike's eyes widened a bit. "Who. . . what are you? What do you want from me?"
"You humanoids call me a controller. I understand why too. It's not what I want you to do, but what needs to be done."
Mike thought it over "Go back and kill those bandits?"
"Yes indeed."
Mike thought about the action. "How can I? I don't have anything to fight them with."
"That won't be a problem. I'll handle it," grinned the controller.
I was dark outside. The bandits had dragged the bodies of Mikes parents outside and were relaxing inside the house.
"I'm glad we evicted the old tenants of this house," said one of the bandits sipping at a beer.
"So am I. This place isn't half bad," said another nodding in agreement.
"Do you think the little brat's dead?" a third one said nervously.
One of the bandits was irritated by this. "You always have to be such a pussy. Of course he's dead. A pussy like that can't survive long out there."
The bandit became very angry from the one's comment and stood up. "Hey fuck you! He could still be alive and getting people to come back here."
"Will the both of you just shut the fuck up," snapped the leader. "If he's still alive and getting people, we'll just have to deal with them just like we did the parents."
"Let's just hope he's dead then," said the forth bandit.
The bandit standing regained his composure and sat back down.
Mike was still very much alive. He wasn't getting people to help kill the bandits either. He didn't feel or think of anything. He was just heading to his old house to kill all of the bandits without a second thought.
Mike could see the bandits in HIS house. The power was on inside of it. He decided to do what they did and cut the power. He went to the junction box and opened it. Instead of simply turning it off, he tore the wire out. The lights in the house went out.
"Shit! Why did the lights go out?"
"This house looks pretty old. Maybe the lighting is faulty," said one bandit setting his beer down on the table.
"This could be very bad," one said nervously.
Another bandit was sick of the one who was cowering. "Here we go again! The pussy is complaining about nothing!"
"If the two of you bitch at one another, I'll kill the both of you," said the leader. "Now shut the hell up, I think I heard something."
They all had their headlamps turned on. There was an eerie silence. One of them walked over to the window and looked outside through the glass trying to see anything. The glass of the window shattered into hundreds of small pieces and something grabbed the bandit and pulled him through. There was the sound of screaming and flesh tearing. After a few seconds, the screaming stopped and only the tearing of flesh and snapping of bones could be heard.
"Holy shit! What's going on?!?" said the bandit who was already cowering.
"Calm down! Just calm down! I'm gonna check," said the leader nervously.
The leader walked over to the window. He was barely able to avoid it but something flew through the window.
"Shit! What was that?!?" asked one bandit.
They all quickly pointed the headlamps onto what was on the ground.
"Ohh god. . . I think I'm going to throw up," said the cowering bandit.
On the ground laid the remains of the bandit that got pulled through the window. He was mutilated. His limbs were bent into angles that the human body couldn't make normally. The leader near the window had his back to the window. It was a costly mistake. Something jumped through the window onto his back.
"Ahh Shit!!! Get it the fuck off me!" screamed the leader while firing his pistol into the ceiling.
The leader was getting torn apart. The thing on his back clawed his throat open before it snapped his neck making him drop to the floor dead. The thing on the leader's back stood up and could clearly be seen in the headlamps light. The figure was covered in blood and wearing a tank top with blue jeans. It was Mike. Mike started to charge after another bandit. The bandit pulled the trigger of his shotgun. Mike took the shot directly to the chest and flew back slamming into the wall before falling face first to the ground.
"Jesus fucking Christ it's about time he died," said the bandit with the shotgun turning around to face the other bandit cowering on the floor.
They thought Mike was dead. One shotgun round wasn't about to stop him though. He jumped up and ran behind the bandit with the shotgun and tore his shooting arm off.
"Ahhhh. . . fuck!!!" screamed the bandit grabbing at what was left of his arm.
Mike started beating the bandit to death with his own arm. The steel plates weaved into the sleeve of armor on the arm the bandit had lost was heavy enough to cause serious blunt trauma to him. The bandit was dead in a matter of seconds. The last bandit panicked and tried to get away.
Mike: Where do you think your fucking going?!? How do you fucking like me now bitch?!? Now I wanna to play!
The bandit was running through the forest trying to escape. Mike easily caught up to him. Mike tackled him to the ground and flipped him over onto his back before grabbing his AK 47.
The bandit was crying from fear. "Please don't kill me. I'm sorry."
Mike's eyes were full of anger. "Well that brings them back doesn't it. . . You couldn't even give them a decent burial you piece of shit!"
Mike started beating the bandits face in with the barrel of the AK. The barrel crushed his face and left only a bowl in place of what used to be a face. Mike stood up and dropped the AK onto the ground. He walked back to his house and stood inside. For some reason, Mike looked around and realized what he had done. The headlamps the bandits had were still on. They illuminated the room and he could see that blood was everywhere, all over the ground, walls, and even some on the ceiling. It wasn't Mike who had killed the bandits. It was the Controller.
"Ahh. . .this is just wrong. . . *Cough* I'm coughing up blood that isn't even mine."
Mike vomited all over the floor. The smell. . . the sight. . . the pain. . .everything. . . he just couldn't take it. Mike started to lose consciousness and dropped to the floor. His eyes were closing. All he could hear was the laughing of the Controller.
Right outside of the Duty's base, Ja-Daar and Du-Ja were walking on a path towards it.
"Damn! His life was horrible. No wonder he was crying blood," said Du-Ja.
Ja-Daar was surprised from what she said and looked at her. "He was? I didn't know that."
"Well. . . at least his suffering is over. I saw to it. You on the other hand are his historian."
"Yeah. . . I don't reall plan on becoming a library before I die," Ja-Daar said while grinning.
Du-Ja couldn't help but start laughing. "You'll probably die something else. We've made it to Duty's BoO. You can go to 100 Rads. You definitely have an interesting tale to tell people. Maybe you'll make a few friends. I'll go and find someone to sell these artifacts to."
Ja-Daar nodded in agreement with the plan. "I'll see in about an hour or two then."
Ja-Daar headed to the 100 Rads Bar while Du-Ja went elsewhere to sell their goods.
End Chap
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