So I guessed that meant that the monster was out now. Why else would killing a man in cold blood be so easy, so simple and enjoyable. I was nothing now, so it didn’t really matter what I did, I was free from the moral laws of mankind, with the world just waiting out there as my playground. I guess that is all I was, I mean, there was no reason as to why I shouldn’t be. I had nothing left but the torment of those who wished to oppose me. Maybe that was just the blood talking, or the adrenaline. Maybe I had actually lost my mind, and with it went my morals. Either way, the monster was free.
In a blinding flash I remembered that the world still existed and that the war raged on. There was another crippling explosion that was closer this time, and before I knew it there were men running at me. “Hey you!” they shouted. “Stop!”
I knew they’d shoot me as soon as they saw their leader dead on the ground. Maybe it was for the best, but then I heard Angelo voice – loud and desperate. “ATLAS is still active. Abigail, you have to shut it down!”
“I can destroy it!” I replied, but before I could do anything else he removed the gun from my hand and pulled me away from the terminal.
“There’s no time!” he said. “If you keep going they’ll kill you.” He managed to deactivate it himself, and then he turned his head back towards the approaching guards. “Don’t shoot! It’s okay, I’ve apprehended her.”
They think he’s one of them, I thought. Angelo, you tricky son of a bitch.
Of course when they entered the room and saw their leader lying in a pool of his own blood and with a hole in his forehead, well, they were quite surprised. “Jesus Christ…” one of them murmured. “Benson…” He then pulled out his weapon and aimed it at my head – I didn’t react – I was still stuck in the moment of killing Benson.
“Stop,” Angelo said to them. “She has information that we need. It is essential that we keep her alive.”
At this point I really had absolutely no idea what was going to happen next, but then Angelo came close and whispered something in my ear. “Sorry about this, Abigail.”
I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and I fell to my knees. He had hit me with his pistol. I felt nauseous and sore, and for some reason I tried to fight it, but in the end I had no choice but to close my eyes and submit.
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