Pitch Black

[valen]

PERSONAL LOG
Michael Valen
Entry # 10

*Click*

"Its been 2 days since I came to this ****ing planet. I don't even know where I am! **** I miss Caroline." - Michael said this with tears in his eyes, but yet hatred sparkled from every fibre of his body.

"The guy said that a man named Lewis matched the description that I have about The Old Man. Not that I have much about him, the whore Caroline is useless. He is supposed to live on an island not far from here. Said I can catch a transport to the island here somewhere."

Michael spoke to the recorder under his hood, he was cowered with his regular black hood, although the day was sunny, it was warm, but he was always cold, "**** its cold here. Can't wait to get a decent meal at The Old Man's house. If I can find him before I starve to death!"

Michael continued to walk along the shore, looking for the transport the guy was talking about. He was starting to get nervous, since he has been searching for it for over five hours. And Michael is not know for his patience.

**TRANSPORT LINE 15 BOARDING CARGO FOR TRENTON ISLAND**

As Michael heard this he assumed that this is the Island where Lewis is, and he rushed to board the transport, once again illegally. "I hope this trip goes better then the last one. Hehe!" - He said as he hid in one of the cargo holds.

"So I'm going to meet The Old Man if all goes well. Sure it will, I have to have some luck sometime. Yeah, lets hope so." - Michael talked to the recorder, "What am I going to say to him? Hmmm, didn't thought of that. I'll think of something. Who know if we'll get together well. Hah! What am I saying, sure we will, we have something in common, we both hate Caroline!"

**TRANSPORT LINE 15 MOORING AT TRENTON ISLAND**

It was heard from the shore's speakers, and Michael knew that he has arrived. The cargo hold doors opened and no one was there, so he easily escaped unnoticed, "As I said, some luck has to come to me! I hope this is not all of it! Haha!" - He ran away from the transport, only to find out that his island is nearly deserted, no houses anywhere near, only cargo and docks as far as the eye can see, "Yeah the old **** said that he lives somewhere in the forest. Figures! I have like the most ****ed up family! All live in forests or are simply screwed up, or both!"

Michael gritted his teeth and proceeded into the forest with hope. Hours have passed and the roads disappeared, Michael was no longer able to walk on roads, since they stopped lots of miles before. He proceeded through the forest, through paths unknown. He was trying to get to higher ground, so he can look over the forest, possibly seeing The Old Man's residence. After a few extra hours of walking Michael finally managed to climb up a hill, overseeing the forest, and a good part of the island, which wasn't that big at all. Nothing to be seen.

"****!! Where the hell is that Old Man?!" - Michael yelled as he was beginning to lose hope, "Oh wait, what is that?" - Concentrated his eyes on what looked like a roof of some sort, "Hmm, I think that's it! Yeah that's it! Haha! Am I good or what?!"

*Click*

His heart was filled up with a new hope, and he quickly climbed down from the hill, and ran in the direction of the residence. Not an hour of walking and running when the body allowed it, Michael found himself in front of the large residence, a strange looking house of some sort. With large metal doors that seemed thick enough to outlast any and all explosives. Strange looking walls expanded from the door for at least fifty meters, it was a large residence. At the top of the residence the strange looking roof from distance, seemed completely different from up close, some sort of a visual trick perhaps. As far as it could be seen from the ground it seemed to be made of a transparent material, looking towards the sky.

"Wow, The Old Man has some credits it may seem!" - Michael said and approached the doors and as he came close to them a strange sound was heard.

**DNK CONFIRMED, DOOR OPENING, WELCOME MICHAEL** - An unknown voice spoke.

"What the **** is that!? Who said that?" - He answered in anger and fear, but no response was heard, "**** that was weird. Too late to turn back I guess. To hell with it! I haven't gone through all that **** to back down now!" - And he slowly stepped inside of the house, carefully observing all inside and outside, his eyes were working fast. Suddenly a strange figure came down the nearby stairs, "Who the **** are you?"

"Hello Michael. It is good to see you after all these years. I have been waiting for this moment for 19 years now."

"I guess you are The Old Man. How the hell did you know it was me? And how in the ****'s sake did the door open to me, even better, knew it was me?!"

"Well I wouldn't be much of a scientist if I didn't have the ability to know who you are. I've known that you are here ever since you stepped outside of the transport in the docks. May you have grown! I remember you being a small and skinny boy. Now you are not so small, but still skinny! Hehe!" - The Old Man said with tears in his eyes.

"What are you some sort of a pedophile? **** off with those kind of commentaries." - Michael said in anger.

"Is that a way to talk to your father?"

"You are not my father, get that? You left. And I will not consider you my father. Ever. I came here because Caroline is a bitch, and a ****ing slut. I had nowhere to go. We clear with that?" - Michael was clearly disturbed, in pain. He was tough on the outside, but on the inside his heart was suffering for leaving Caroline, although she hated him, she was still his mother.

"Yes, I deserved that. Come son... Michael, Michael. Come, we have much to talk about. Lets get you something to eat to begin with." - The Old Man knew he was right, but there is a lot of time in front of them, a chance for their relationship to improve, and The Old Man was counting on that.

"**** yeah. I'm hungry!"

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