Pitch Black

[valen]

The knock on the door of the laboratory struck Michael like a lightning in a clear night, little did he expect for them to come to the laboratory so swiftly. They forced him to leave in a hurry, but he managed to grab the paper with Luxuria's picture on it, and several others. All were tainted by blood that was slowly dripping from his hand. Michael was breathing heavily as he was running towards the hangar bay. The alarm blared as they surely found Winston dead, lying in his own blood. The security will be looking for the killer, and probably shut down all traffic going in and out of the station. Michael needed to make haste, as time was of the essence. The sight of freedom was ahead of him as he approached the station's hangar bay, where he landed his ship. Everything was still in order, his security code still functioned and the doors opened normally. Fear shrouded his mind as Michael feared the escape will not be an easy one. He is bleeding and they will know he was the killer immediately as they lay their eyes on him, but strangely enough, there was no security in the hangar bay, what proved that Michael was being followed by lady luck recently. He ran into the hangar bay, and approached the landing platform his ship was on. The encoded console was there, but in such a hurry Michael forgot the code to open the doors, and in all his nervousness he couldn't remember the code.

"Come on Michael you stupid ****! There is no time!!" - He screamed at himself while banging his head, trying to remember the code. The console had blood prints on it from Michael's hand, what made typing even harder for him, and rising his anger. Suddenly the papers from his hand fell on the floor, and Luxuria's picture was looking straight at Michael, and his mind calmed down, his heart started beating normally, "Thank you love." - Michael said as he picked up the papers from the floor, and typed ANGEL onto the console what made the doors open. The security lockdown began, and Michael managed to slip past that in the last few seconds, as he flew out of the hangar while the doors closed behind him.

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Michael was sitting in his Sabre, reading through the papers about Luxuria, but there was nothing there besides her picture, all was erased, and some was covered in his own blood. Michael kept staring at her picture, asking himself, "When love? If ever?" - His face was saddened, his eyes wet from tears shed because of it. There was no hope, all leads he had were leading nowhere, nothing more did he have on her, nothing more then a mere memory and a stale feeling of love in his heart. But she will never be forgotten, no matter where is she now, he will always love her. Is there any more reason to continue living, or is it better to dive into the abyss and mark his love for eternity. Michael was troubled, and he had little knowledge on what to do next. Is there any purpose in continuing his quest, will he ever be happy again. Luxuria was the closest in his heart, but the farthest in his mind, "I need to think." - Michael muttered into his chin with sadness in his eyes, with sorrow in his eyes, and darkness in his mind. Without much thinking, perhaps even acting on instinct or guided by destiny and fate, he entered the AI coordinates to planet New London, where it all began, and where all will end.

Michael landed his ship on the outskirts of London, where he always landed, far from the eyes of law. Walking with his hands in his pockets, toying with the knife Luxuria gave him when she kissed him on the cheek. Michael touched his cheek with his hand, remembering the day he meet her, when she saved his life and cared for him, when she imprinted her kindness and love into Michael's heart. Michael opened the door to the bar, remembering all that went on in here, remembering Luxuria's face in the dark corner, and her blue eyes lighting the place. The pub was empty, and Michael sat on a chair, ordered a drink, and lowered his head onto the desk while his hands hanged under the table, toying with the butterfly knife, the only true reason he had to remain hope in finding hapiness. He wanted the world to leave him in peace, as he had no reason to live in it anymore.

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