Pitch Black

[valen]

Michael was waking up, gaining conscience as he was thrown onto the floor by an exploding power console which overloaded due to the EMP attacks on the ship's shields. He was walking down the hallway during the attack, seeing the ships through the observatory windows when the attack started.
The Barghest's fired their EMP cannons onto the ship, like four large beast of old throwing fire on their prey they quickly lowered the ship's shield, and overloaded the power generator, causing multiple power consoles to explode, one which was next to Michael. The console was starting to overload and Michael looked towards it, but it was too late, electrical sparks of a beautiful white color began spreading from the console, until finally overloading it. Shards of glass and plastic flew from it, and along with the power surge that hit Michael, they knocked him unconscious.
The last thing Michael saw before his mind going blank, was an elderly couple running in his direction. As his head hit the deck floor, and his eyes were shutting, he could hear the couple speaking, "Leave him, he is dead anyway, we need to save ourselves." Even between life and death, fury was the only feeling Michael felt, and vengeance was the only thing he wanted. They left him for dead, without even trying to help, without even seeing if he is dead.

"Ahh...My head..Arghh it hurts." - Michael was moaning as he woke up, still rolling on the floor. He had no strength in his muscles to get up, his eyes were hurting from the lights on the ceiling, and his head was bleeding from a wound just over his right eye. Michael ran his hands through his hair, slowly gaining his strength back and feeling the cut above his eye with his fingers, "Ahhh..****!" - He was saying as he slowly rose up from the floor and stood up, walking towards the near water dispenser to clear out his wound, and to refresh himself. As he was drinking the water from the dispenser, he remembered the couple that left him before he went unconscious and anger rose in him. He smashed the wall next to him with his fist, nearly breaking every bone in his arm, but he couldn't care less, as anger drew him, and suppressed all other feelings.

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On the Leavenworth's bridge, Decker was enjoying his cigar in the bloodstained Captain's chair. Not caring about the Captain's lifeless body lying next to him. Occasionally he even looked at the dead body, and chuckled, as he was enjoying it.
The bridge was covered in blood from Petey's and Jimmy's cold blooded killing of the ships crew. They ripped through their flesh with the automatic guns, spraying blood all over the consoles behind them, leaving those who survived the initial shots to die in pain.

"You, get rid of all these bodies, throw them out the airlock. Take Joe with you. Clear the bridge first. I want no filthy bodies lying here on MY bridge anymore." - Decker said as he lit another cigar with his golden carved lighter. He stood up from the Captain's chair, and kicked the Captain's lifeless body with his large foot. He was wearing black boots, with leashes not bounded. His right boot had blood on it, so he kept kicking the body until he got all the blood of it.

Decker pointed to Petey and Jimmy and made a hand gesture, showing them to leave to coordinates on the paper and stabilize the ship. All was going as planned, and Decker and his thugs need not use words, as they trained for this for a long time. As one of his thugs cleared the Captain's chair from blood, Decker sat in it feeling like a king, smiling with a grin smile from ear to ear, and puffing his cigar.

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Around twenty of Decker's thugs were rounding up people on the ship and moved them to Cargo Hold 1. Entering the rooms, breaking down doors, killing on sight those who even said a word. They wanted total obedience, you give them that, or they give you the bullet.
One of Decker's thugs, probably even bigger then Decker himself, he was huge, pumped up arms and the rest of the body to match it. He and one other thug broke down the door to room 987, to find a family in there. The father stood up against them with a gun, shooting the huge thug in his shoulder. Quickly did the thug ran towards him and grabbed him by his neck, lifting him an entire feet from the floor with his hand. The father was helpless, the mother and daughter were heard as they screamed to the thug to let him go. The thug didn't miss that, as he saw how beautiful the daughter was, so he threw the father on the bed, took out his sidearm, and put a cap through both his knees, leaving the man in pain, and grabbed his daughter by the neck and carried her in the room next door.
No words came from the thug, as he was bleeding from his shoulder. He closed the doors behind them and threw the girl on the bed. The father was helpless as he heard sounds of raping from the other room. The mother ran towards the door, only to meet a 20 millimeter shotgun in her face, the second thug had little doubts, and he pulled the trigger, splashing her head into million of pieces. The father was crying and screaming, unable to move, covered in his wife blood. His daughter was screaming to stop, the thug raped here, and brought her beaten up body back into the room, throwing her onto the floor, and stomping her head with his large foot, breaking her neck. Then the second thug pulled his shotgun, and blew the father's head, "That is what you get for messing with Decker. - The big one said as they left the room covered in blood.

Cargo Hold 1 was now nearly full, with approximately 60% of the passengers there, the other 40% were either dead, or being rounded up. Finally another group of thugs entered the hold bringing another 100 passengers. That circled the number to around 500, if the thugs math was correct.
"Decker said 70%, we have 500 passengers here, that is 73%, so we get to have fun and kill some of them!" - One of the thugs said and the other laughed, but took him seriously, as they pulled out their sidearms and randomly shoot people in the head, until finally they killed around 30 more people, and the rest were not allowed to scream, unless they wish to join the dead ones, leaving the other passengers in tears, sorrow and fear.

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Jimmy and Petey were walking down the corridor to the coordinates Decker handed them, talking to each other how great a paycheck will they receive for all these passengers. And even keep the ship if they are lucky, because despite the blood and bodies lying around, the liked the ship, a much better change of environment then the rusty old transport they always fly around in.

"**** all of them! I'm gonna rip their guts out!" - A voice was heard down the hall, and the two thugs cocked their guns and proceeded carefully down the hall. It was Michael, screaming and yelling in anger. And the two thugs decided to overpower him, and carry him to Cargo Hold 1, so the other boys can do whatever they want with this one.

As they approached Michael, he sighted them, quickly readying himself for a fight, and as they approached Michael head butted on of them in the chin, breaking his jaw and knocked him on the floor. But the other thug smashed Michael's head with his gun, and Michael fell down onto the floor, next to the thug with the broken jaw.
The thug stood up, and kicked Michael in the chest and stomach with his legs. Michael started to spit blood and grasped in pain for them to stop. His anger rose in him, making him stronger, as he rolled away from the thug, quickly stood up, and smashed the thug with the broken jaw with the fire extinguisher he took from the wall, hitting him in the head and knocking him on the floor again. But he was a big one so he got up quickly as the other thug restrained Michael for the other guy to hit him, "Oh Decker's gonna have so much fun with you boy! I hope he kills you good!!"

As Michael heard this name, he snapped from the pain he was in, and shouted "Stoppppp!!!!" - leaving the two thugs in wonder, "Decker? The Decker? I need him! I want to do business with him! I'm on this ship because I wanted to find him!"

"Find him? And do what? Kill him?" - One of the thugs asked as he punched Michael in the chest once more.

"Don't be stupid as you look....Ahhh." - Michael groaned in pain, "What could I possibly do alone to Decker? Contact him! Tell him I need a shipment of LiCad! I'll pay 100 grand over the usual 50 for a milligram!"

The thugs were left in wonder, but the amount of money Michael mentioned draw their attention, as they hailed Decker, "Boss, we have a guy here, says he wants some LiZad from you."

"LiCad fool!" - Michael interrupted him.

"LiCad, sorry Boss. He says he'll pay double for it, 100 grand per milligram of that thing." - The thug asked as no response came whatsoever, Decker was thinking, but not for long. What could a single guy do against his army, and 100 grand per milligram of LiCad is a deal of a lifetime.

"Take him to his room, and guard him. I will meet with him." - Decker said as he puffed his cigar, and blew the smoke into the communication console, causing static. He turned off the communications before the thug could answer him.

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