Pitch Black

[valen]

PERSONAL LOG
Michael Valen
Entry # 85

*Click*

"Finally I arrived at the Barrier Gate Station, all I need to do now is find the ****up Arthur. That shouldn't be to hard, since he sucks in hiding his tracks." - Michael said while putting on the armor. He needed it to more easily deal with Arthur, knowing that the armor twists his nature.

Michael took the helmet and put it on his head, the last piece of the puzzle, resolved yet again.

**BODY ARMOR POWERING UP**
**ENEGRY AT 100%**
**STATUS: OPERATIONAL**

"Haha! I love this feeling! Ahhhhh!" - It still hurt Michael when the armor conjoined with his body, when the needles penetrated his muscular and bone tissue, along with his senses, but it was worth it, because his strength rose each time.

"Now lets deal with this loose end. After this, I will be free! Haha! I'll enjoy killing just for pleasure, not out of need! But I'll still need to kill. Haha!"

*Click*

He exited the ship and proceeded to find Arthur's chamber. Michael went to the bar, realizing that would be the best place to find him, or find some information concerning him. As he walked into the nearly empty bar, all eyes focused on him. The strange looking armor that he was wearing, covered in blood was not a sight that is seen every day.

Michael stood there, observing the people in the bar, until finally moved towards the bartender, for he assumed the bartender sees the most, and knows the most. He approached him and could see that the bartender was scared, it could be seen in his eyes.

"I'm looking for Arthur." - Michael said.

"Umm, hmm, what Arthur?" - The bartender responded in fear, "Sir!"

"Do not toy with the human, tell me where he is, and I'll leave your heart in your chest, and your head on your shoulders."

"Uhmmm, yes yes of course Mr?"

"That you do not need to know. Now, speak quickly, I do not tolerate disobedience."

"Yes Sir. Uhmm I believe he is on Deck C, Hallway 12E, room number is, let me just check." - The bartender started to check his logs, and his hands were shaking while he was typing on the computer, "Room number 67 Sir."

"Good. You may yet live to see another day. And bartender, if anyone hears about this, I will pay your family a visit. You have a beautiful daughter."

"Please don't Sir, please. No one will find out. I swear."

"Good, keep it that way."

Michael stepped away from the bartender and began walking towards the exit of the bar, then making progress towards the lifts. He entered one of them.

"Deck C, Hallway 12E."

As Michael was getting nearer to Arthur's room, his heart was filling with rage, he was not sure because of what, he never hated Arthur that much, but now he hates him as Caroline and The Old Man. He entered his room, the door were closed, but that was no problem for Michael, his thieving days proved useful in breaking code protected doors.

He entered the room and found Arthur sleeping. He walked towards him, and woke him up with the blade from the armor's arm, Arthur had a cut on his hand, and blood started to drip. He woke up screaming.

"What the ****!?!"

"Hello Arthur, it has been a while." - Michael said as he sat down on a chair next to the bed, looking outside of the window.

"Who the **** are you!?!"

"An old friend. Is it that easy how you forget those whom you betray?" - Michael said and got up from the chair, still looking out of the window, then finally turning to see Arthur.

"I can't believe this, Michael is that you? What's with that suit? Take if off mate. And you know I didn't betray you. You said that I should report you to the Police, that you had some unfinished business with the. So what the **** mate?"

"Yes you are right Arthur, what was I thinking. Hah!" - Michael started talking, while smiling inside the helmet, "Yes....no....wait....arhhhh..no! You betrayed me! And now you must die. Simple as that! I can't have any loose ends, and your life, I'm afraid is not negotiable!"

"Hey Michael, you are scaring me mate!" - Arthur spoke while slowly reaching for his gun behind his bed, thinking that Michael is not noticing, "Calm down ma...rhgghhhhhhh...." - He could not finish his sentence because Michael ran towards him and in one quick strike stabbed him through his head with the blade. Arthur still had the look on his face like he was talking, but Michael didn't care, not one tiny bit.

Michael retracted the blade into the armor's hand, without cleaning the blood of it, he somehow enjoyed having the blood of his victims to remember them, to always remember who and how he killed. A true hunter.

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