Infected [EX] The End

I turned to see the others staring at me. I didn’t want their pity. I didn’t want them. I only wanted Cloud. I only needed Cloud. I turned back to her wall of darkness.

I sat down. I would wait for her, wait for eternity to pass.

The others began talking amongst themselves. Talking of who they were, how they got here, plans of escape. I could care less. If Cloud wasn’t there with me, there was no point. I had nothing without her.

That woman came to bother me again.

“Oh my hero!” she called.

I stared at Cloud’s darkness. She drew me closer with her wings.

“I have yet to repay you,” she whispered in my ear.

She wasn’t the one I wanted, the one I needed.

“Move,” I said, “Before I hurt you.”

I turned to face her. My right arm twitched with electricity. I willed a surge, and held it back.

“Oh?” she said as she backed away a bit, “How about this?”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Cloud was standing in front of me. There were no wings. There was no tail. Her eyes were even normal. A beauty. Too good to be true.

I would spare her life, but the not pain.

“Don’t,” I began, “Fuck with me!”

I watched her fly across the room. I enjoyed it. She hit the wall and fell to the floor, her body twitching with electricity.

The others just stared at me. I turned to face Cloud’s darkness.

It’s all her fault. If she hadn’t been there, if she hadn’t been so weak, if she hadn’t been so needy, me and Cloud wouldn’t have come to this. She should die. My right arm surged with the lightning. I couldn’t control it. The power shook my whole body.

I had nothing to return to. Cloud was the only thing keeping me going. I promised her we would make it out of this Hell.

“It’s all her fault!” screamed in my mind. I would hold nothing back. I would get Cloud back. I would kill this bitch.

I burnt her to a crisp. Her body shook violently, then started smoking, then dissolved to ashes. There was no stopping my despair, my fury, my heart.

Darkness surround me. Darkness swallowed my heart. Darkness flooded my eyes. I fell into the arms of Darkness.

There was no turning back. No more mercy! If it weren’t for them, the tortured, I probably could have escaped with Cloud. We could have worked together, much easier than leading a group, to escape and attempt living a normal life, together. That’s all I wanted. To die with her.

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Ghost had snapped, completely lost himself in Cloud’s darkness, in despair.

“Ghost?” Gale asked, uncertain.

“Surge,” Ghost replied.

“What’s happening?” Gale questioned.

“Can’t you see, samurai?” Rifle said sarcastically, “The poor bastard has lost it. He’s gone now. There ain’t goin’ to be no salvation for us forsaken.”

Rifle took aim, “But I ain’t goin’ to die in this Hell! Not by his hand!”

“I see,” Gale sighed, “No honor. Fine then. Taking his life in such a battle will restore my honor!”

Dymend stood silent over her ashes.

Gale charged. Rifle fired from afar. Surge tried to evade them, but his clumsy body, no longer a ghost, could not adapt quick enough. The bullets pierced his body, Gale’s sword of wind carved his flesh.

“Don’t,” Surge growled, “Fuck with me!”

He unleashed the fury, the lightning bursting from his right arm, from his body, from his own darkness. They weren’t faster than lightning.

The room glowed blue as Dymend stood silent. Two more piles of ashes. But Surge wasn’t done there. His darkness was infinite. His body burst with his fury, lightning drowned the room in his despair, his weakness. Dymend felt nothing, did nothing but stood there, a farewell to ashes.

Surge was exhausted, and turned to find a wall to rest on. And he did. But he stepped on something, something that floated in the air at his sudden intrusion, something dark. There had been no one behind him...

“You killed her,” Dymend said coldly.

“No! I didn’t! No! No. No...” Surge exclaimed.

Something tore at his heart. He clenched his chest. It hurt, her death.

“It can’t end like this!” Surge exclaimed.

“You’ve gone too far, Ghost,” Dymend whispered.

“It’s Surge! Surge!” Surge exclaimed. His right arm let loose his fury, his despair, his weakness, his suffering.

Dymend felt nothing. The lightning was deflected by his diamond skin. He stood in front of Surge, he stood ready.

“We never want to, but it was to be done,” he whispered.

Surge looked up to see his end in a diamond, and was buried there. Diamond stood over him with no regret. But turned his head when someone started clapping.

“Well done,” a man in a gray suit said. There stood only one soldier beside him.

The man walked to stand over the corpse, examining it by eye. “So another one went berserk eh?” he whispered to himself.

Dymend clenched his fist. How dare he! After all of this, experiments still! He moved to end him right then and there. But stopped to see a fist protruding from his chest. Pieces of diamond fell to the floor.

“Nice try,” the man said to Dymend’s face, “But you see, even diamonds shatter.”

The soldier withdrew his arm from the body, and it fell to the floor a corpse. The man walked to exit the room.

“Come now, we have a city to experiment on!” he exclaimed.

The solider removed the restraining clothes. This organic metal was his body, living, breathing, shining. Orders flashed before his eyes, words on a flickering screen.

“Kill him”

“Ark Project?” the man asked, turning around to see what was keeping the experiment from following him.

He was blinded by the light reflected off the metallic skin, and then silenced by the agony of death. Quick, and painful.

The Ark Project walked away, returning to his master...

The End.

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Author's note: not what you expected right? it just came to me. don't like it? feel like something's missing? me too. I will attempt to rewrite this one to suit the ending more. The first rewrite came off as a sequel :) I would love any suggestions and/or tips on writing I can get. I'm just an amateur, it's my first story :) Thanks for reading!