[Video(?) 12] Broadcast Mind - Memory
There’s blood everywhere. It’s pooling all over the floor, soaking your clothes and staining your hair. You can even taste it in your mouth. Every time you try to breathe it runs down your throat and into your lungs, choking you. You want to move out of it. You want to get as far away from the blood as you can, but your body just won’t move.
Even if it would you still wouldn’t get away. All that blood is yours.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t supposed to happen at all. You were going to save her - find her, and blow the head off of that bloodsucking bastard who tried to take her away in the first place - and then you’d both go home. Everything was supposed to be okay.
Except that’s not what happened. What happened was that you were too weak to do a damn thing. Now you’re drowning in your own blood, and she’s gone and you will never see her again. That hurts more than anything else. She’s gone. She’s dead and gone and it’s your damn fault for not being strong enough, not being fast enough, not good enough, not enough.
She’s not the only one either. Two people are dead because of you, two people who are far more important than your useless self. All because you just weren’t enough.
Now you’re going to die too. You don’t want to die, even though two people who deserve to live way more than you do are dead because of your stupidity. You don’t want to die. But you don’t really have any reason to live anymore. It doesn’t stop you from trying - reaching out for every bit of energy you can find just to stay alive for a few more moments.
That’s when you find something. You grab at it without thinking and suddenly all that pain and fear just gets washed away with a rush of pure raw power. It burns through your veins and you reach out again, grabbing more of it. You keep pulling, and pulling, and the whole world narrows down to an endless torrent of anger and hate and this power that you just can’t seem to get enough of. So you keep taking more and more and more of it, pulling it deep inside your body and wrapping it around your soul. Slowly, with each small bit of that power you find, you start to get an idea - a reason. Not a reason to live (what’s the point in living without her?) but a reason to not die.
Revenge.
It’s just one word, one single glorious word, and it’s so damn simple that you can’t figure out why you didn’t think of it earlier. If you stay alive you can get revenge. You can punish the bastard who took her away from you. But why stop there? You can kill all of them - each and every last one of those bloodthirsty freaks who started this whole damn war in the first place.
But even with all the power you’re pulling in you can still feel yourself slipping away. You keep trying, fighting to stay conscious, but it’s getting hard to think and you’re just so tired. Gradually your vision starts to blur, and the last thing you see before falling away into nothingness is…
…a cat?...
I've already died once. I'm not about to start caring about life -- even my own.