He looks deeply into the eyes of the female, his face so close to hers. He lets out a soft sigh that radiates across her lips. Her eyes quiver as his grip grows tight around her neck. The stench of burnt flesh fills the air.
You think..... I wanted this? My last memory.... there was no pill, no rabbit hole. Instead of emotions flared with curiosity and excitement, the thrill of a new world, a new home to leave your empty shell of a life...
He tightens his grip, staring deeply into her eyes, savoring in the expansion of fear. His other hand slowly moves to his back on its own, lifting up the tail of his dirty ragged shirt.
..Instead...... I got suffering......and pain.......and guilt. My home gone. My family gone. Oh, it's ok though, I got a new one in the real. Where are they now you ask? Most are dead.... even more missing. Home?...
He loosens his grip, allowing only a string of air into her lungs. He pulls an object out of the back of his torn black shorts. He grasps in his hand a large piece of broken glass, twirling it around to point the tip up.
..Well, funny story see, this is my home. Not bad if I do say so myself, I came to the conclusion that I would paint the walls red with your crew mates blood, in the memory of the ones I loved...
He thrusts her neck forward towards the wall, his hand stabbing the shard of glass into the wind trailing her body. Her head slams into the steel wall, the glass slams into her torso piercing through her liver and her back. Her scream in pain turned into a silent gargle from his grip and blood, he continues to speak as if nothing is happening as he slips the glass up her abdomen, sawing into her like a lumberjack. The sound of the tip screeching against the metal fills the room.
I know, you think I'm a hypocrite, right? Killing my own kind.... well, I got news for you, you aren't my kind. My kind would have told your kind to shove that pill into the darkness of your *CENSORED* jack. Choice, truth, the real world...
As the shard reaches her left ventricle her body twitches and squirms, just before going lifeless. Her eyes, still wide, stare off into the distance.
..That may have been your sails pitch, but I never bought it before, I still don't. It took a force to remove me from my home, a force I never wanted, a force that still plagues me. You use your lies to tell the truth to so many, so many lives wasted, and for that, I force you out of your home. Welcome to the truth, b*tch, the truth that in the real, there's more suffering then the rabbit hole can handle. And in the end of your crusade, you will be consumed by the darkness....
He lets his grip around her neck slip slowly away. Her body slides down the wall slowly leaving a wide slime trail of blood behind. Her rump finally settles at the bottom and her torso falls forward, landing her head on his bare right foot.
..And in the darkness, you will bow before your enemy, and kiss their feet.
He stands above the body, staring down at her head. He raises her head with his foot and bounces it a couple time, testing her lifelessness, as if he were just discovering the dead body. He nonchalantly walks away from the body, whistling green acres, heading towards the entrance to the ship. As he reaches the door he chuckles to himself, thinking of the first thing the crew had said when he stepped aboard the ship, "It‘s good to see you made the right choice". He opens the door with a squeak and pokes his head out.
It's safe for you to come in now.
She glances up at him from the metal box she had made into a seat. Her legs were crossed. Her nails tapped against her cheek as her jaw laid rest in her palm. She rolled her eyes at him as she stood and walked into the ship...