Pitch Black

[valen]

Michael Valen

Michael was still shaking from the side effects, leaned onto the console nearby, realizing that he knocked over the Datapad containing his psychological profile when he visited the "Hand of Mercy".

"****ing Caroline, what they did to me there, never will I forget it. The damn brain scans! They are not human! Arghhh...." - Suddenly his heart started beating faster, the recovery from the armor's drugs is becoming more and more difficult as of late.

But as always, the effects went away even faster then they appeared. And once again Michael could think straight. His hands were coming back to their normal cold blooded equanimity. He shook his head and placed the Datapad on the console.

"I remember Caroline's face when I came back. Not something a child would ever want to see from its mother. She despised me, from the day I was born she despised me. It wasn't my fault The Old Man left you ****ing bitchh!!!!" - Anger took Michael, "Why?? I loved you?! Why you whore! What did I ever do to you?!" - Hatred could be seen in his eyes, his face was distorted with anger. Michael grabbed his head with both hands, yelling and screaming. Suddenly he sat on the floor, with his head between his knees, his eyes darkened, his heart exploded.

"They are all the same! I will spare none!" - He shouted as he sat into the Sabre's cockpit, strapping himself into the pilot's seat.

The scanners were going wild, many innocent transports, passengers, families travel through this system. And Michael was consumed with frenzy. He powered up the ship's weapon system, and began his approach to the nearest ship, a passenger ship.

The ship immediately opened a channel to Michael asking to change course as he was on a collision course. Michael didn't respond, instead he just laughed into the speaker, "Hahahaha! You pathetic fools! None will be left alive!"

The said captain had no other choice but to order all defensive batteries to open fire on Michael's ship. But being a passenger liner, the batteries were unable to do damage to the Sabre's shields, and along with Michael's piloting skills, the shields barely got a scratch.

As Michael came into his guns range to the vessel, he opened fire with all his hatred, anger, pain, suffering combined in his heart and mind. His mind darkened, and his heart was filled with pride and satisfaction as he heard the people on the vessel screaming in terror. He saw them through the openings on the passenger vessel, they were running, screaming, stepping over each other.

Chaos everywhere, and Michael enjoyed every bit of it, he even accompanied it with a deranged laugh. No mercy was shown, and he ripped the vessel in half with his guns, people floating into space, suffocating, freezing. It wasn't enough, Michael thirst was to great, and he opened fire on the bodies that were floating in space. The blood was solidified but Michael enjoyed seeing the bodies splash onto his Sabre's hull.

As his maniacal rage was over, he stood there and watched the vessel exploding, killing what was left on the ship. No remorse, no guilt, but yet a tear could be seen in his eyes.....

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