Pitch Black

[valen]

PERSONAL LOG
Michael Valen
Entry # 06

*Click*

Rumbling could be heard all around Michael, as it he was in some transport of some sort. He was sitting in a dark corner with nothing but his bag, and his clothes. No food nor water, 2 days have passed since he last tasted a decent meal. Only a half empty bottle of water were in his possession, but the water was old, and had a stale taste, so Michael didn't drink it unless in an upmost urgency. His body was weak, it was cold, his fingers and feet were frozen, and he was unable to determine how much longer will the trip last. He cowered his feet with boxes that he found in the storage, he ripped them to use the carton to cover them. To keep his fingers warm he kept his hands in his pants, but no use, the cold was to strong. He was in pain, and cannot endure this suffering for much longer.

"Frigging its cold in here. My hands and feet are freezing. I can't even feel anything in them." - He spoke in the recorder and blew in his hands to try and warm them up, "No friggin use! Why the hell did I leave Caroline, that bitch is in a warm house right now, probably being warmed up by some whore lover! Ahhhh! Slut!"

"The Old Man was hard to find, but I managed it. The guy said that this transport will land on the planet he is on. Lets hope he wasn't lying, but it won't make much difference if he was, since I'll die then." - He sighted in desperation.

Michael took a sip of the water, "Hell this thing is disgusting!" - He spits it on the floor, "Can't be used for anything but washing th...." - A strong rumbling is heard, and Michael assumed it was the landing sequence and that the transport is breaching the atmosphere.

*Click*

Michael quickly stood up, nearly falling to the ground straight away because his feet were frozen. "Ahhhhh I could cut them off right now! Get up you stupid bastard!" - He said to himself, trying to encourage himself to get up.

The transport finally landed after passing the checks and scans. Michael was getting prepared to leave the ship before the pilot notices him inside, he took his bag and the bottle of water and hid behind a large crate. The pilot opened the cargo hold and entered the hold. The torn up boxes and the spit of water on the floor immediately raised his attention.

"Anyone here? Answer you scum?!" - The pilot asked in anger, but fear could be noticed in his voice. "Answer me or I'll call the authorities!?!"

"Ok, ok. Just calm down old man. Its just me." - Michael came out of his hiding place and showed himself to the pilot. The hood covered his face so the pilot was scared.

"Who are you boy!? What the hell are you doing here? And you tore up my boxes?!?! I'll get fired for that you stupid ****?!!!" - The pilot started shouting, angering Michael.

"Sorry old man, I needed a ride. I'll be off now. Won't cause you more trouble." - Michael said while trying to remain calm when hearing these insults.

"You ain't going no where boy! I'm calling the authorities!"

"No, please don't do that. I don't want any trouble. I'll just leave" - Begins to move toward the cargo hold door.

"Oh no you ain't dumbass! I'm calling the Police!" - Heads towards the comm console in the cargo hold.

"No stop!" - Michael runs towards him and tries to stop him. The pilot pulls out his gun.

"Boy I'm gonna shoot you if you don't stop." - And he continued towards the comm console.

"Ok, ok, calm down old man." - While saying this he realized that he will be caught, and returned to Caroline, the one thing he despises and loves in this world. He saw an opportunity to take the gun from the pilot, so he moved up with haste and reached his hand toward the gun. The pilot noticed it and a struggle began.

"What are you doing boy!? Stupid little **** up! Arghhh.....Ahhh!"

"Give me the gun old man!"

The struggle continued and Michael managed to gain the upper hand and just as he was about to take the gun from the pilot, the final struggle made the gun fire, shooting the pilot in the head, and splashing his brain all over the comm console. Michale just stood there and watched.

"Friggin old man. I told you to wait." - He continued to watch the old man lying on the floor, blood dripping from his head, "I'm gonna go now old man, no hard feelings right? And don't split your head about this! Hahaha!" - Michael spoke to the lifeless body, and instead of feeling remorse and guilt, he felt nothing. Just nothing. And he ran from the cargo hold, before anyone that heard the shot could get here.

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