11-20-2009, 08:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-20-2009, 08:58 PM by Alexander Trafford.)
His hand was trembling again; each bony finger shook uncontrollably. Struggling mightily, Alexander slowly slid a fresh, white Marlboro into the corner of his lips. With a wink of his eye, the tip of the cigarette ignited with energy, which quickly subsided and evaporated, but left the cancerous retreat burning strong. His nerves seemed to calm as he inhaled, filling his lungs with gaseous relaxation.
Trafford’s stride had returned to a slow, wandering trudge and his mind had spiraled downwards into blankness. In his search for absolution, he had taken a step backwards. He sought to confront his problems, instead of burying them beneath drugs, prostitutes and self-delusion, yet all he had managed to accomplish thus far was adding another fault to the length laundry list of issues he needed to address. Vad was dead, and his death had come by Alex’s hand. How could he come to peace with murder? Granted, he had to kill the saiyan or be killed himself, but he could not afford to lower himself to the same level as Zulenka. He could not afford to become a monster.
Trafford was not paying attention to where his feet were taking him, and he barely felt the freezing cold winds as they rushed over his body. On one hand he was numbed by the shame and disgust of his act, but he also felt relieved, uplifted even, by the fight’s conclusion. Delivering the coup de grace had removed an ethereal weight from his shoulders, and from his heart.
“I had to do it,” Alex whispered to himself through his teeth’s incessant chattering. How had it gotten so cold? Where had the mountain breeze’s warmth gone?
The young telekinetic snapped back to reality. He was standing in front of a familiar fortress in the center of the frozen tundra. Billows of snow whipped around his body and a fierce, howling wind lashed out at his extremities.
“This has got to be a fucking joke!” Trafford exclaimed, visibly upset with his absent mindedness. He had managed to stroll a good distance in the complete opposite direction he had intended to travel. This kind of shit only happened in classic comedy movies, like Dumb and Dumber. Shaking his head and inhaling a plume of smoke, Alexander pushed open the thick, metal door to the bunker and walked inside.
Trafford’s stride had returned to a slow, wandering trudge and his mind had spiraled downwards into blankness. In his search for absolution, he had taken a step backwards. He sought to confront his problems, instead of burying them beneath drugs, prostitutes and self-delusion, yet all he had managed to accomplish thus far was adding another fault to the length laundry list of issues he needed to address. Vad was dead, and his death had come by Alex’s hand. How could he come to peace with murder? Granted, he had to kill the saiyan or be killed himself, but he could not afford to lower himself to the same level as Zulenka. He could not afford to become a monster.
Trafford was not paying attention to where his feet were taking him, and he barely felt the freezing cold winds as they rushed over his body. On one hand he was numbed by the shame and disgust of his act, but he also felt relieved, uplifted even, by the fight’s conclusion. Delivering the coup de grace had removed an ethereal weight from his shoulders, and from his heart.
“I had to do it,” Alex whispered to himself through his teeth’s incessant chattering. How had it gotten so cold? Where had the mountain breeze’s warmth gone?
The young telekinetic snapped back to reality. He was standing in front of a familiar fortress in the center of the frozen tundra. Billows of snow whipped around his body and a fierce, howling wind lashed out at his extremities.
“This has got to be a fucking joke!” Trafford exclaimed, visibly upset with his absent mindedness. He had managed to stroll a good distance in the complete opposite direction he had intended to travel. This kind of shit only happened in classic comedy movies, like Dumb and Dumber. Shaking his head and inhaling a plume of smoke, Alexander pushed open the thick, metal door to the bunker and walked inside.
Quote:Alexander enters the Arctic Sector Bunker
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