Pitch Black

[valen]

PERSONAL LOG
Michael Valen
Entry # 66

*Click*

"A month passed since I left The Old Man to his destiny. Heh. A month in open space, nobody bothering me, nobody insulting me or putting me down. Yet still something is missing. Yet I have unfinished business. Caroline, mom, slut, whore. How to describe her? I hate her, I love her. **** her. She needs to disappear. I've done much, to much to have any loose ends."

"Yeah, I also heard that she was declared mad. Haha! That suits her. Arthur informed me of this, that she is now in the New London Psychic Hospital. Mother, I even miss you sometimes."

Michael, however tough he may seem, however ruthless he may seem, he loved his mother, and no matter what word he used to describe her, compassion, love was heard in his voice whenever he spoke of her. That is why he hated her so much, she was the only thing keeping him from becoming what he wanted to become, his own master, with no one to put him down, with no one to stop him from satisfying his need for bloodlust.

This hunger Michael was experiencing was partly because of his nature, and his history and childhood, which were hard on him and he was seeking for revenge, to avenge all his tears, all his worries that he had to go through as a boy. But mostly, these new feelings were because of the armor, he was wearing it more and more often, he became obsessed. The power he felt while wearing it was uncomparable to anything he felt before.

Michael was aware of this, but was unable to stop it. He was drawn to it, like bee on honey, like a crackhead to drugs. The armor was his drug. When he though of his mother tears would start, when he though of her in the armor revenge filled his heart and soul, if he had any then. It completely took over Michael's body, and feelings, enhancing his human abilities, but also destroying all that makes him human.

"Anyway I think I will pay Caroline a visit soon, she and I have something to discuss about. I hear she's been talking lately, opening her mouth more then usual!" - Michael continued recording while walking in his ship towards the armor, touching it while it was charging. Before that would burn his hand because of the power flowing through the armor, but now, it felt needed.

*Click*

Michael plotted the course towards the New London system. A visit to Caroline was needed, and it had to be done.

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