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Conceal, Don't Feel (RP 1) - Super Mutant Dogerlord - 02-27-2014
Flashforward
The aftermath.
Failure.
It stings, being so close to success that you can almost taste it, then having it ripped away from you in a blast of scorching rage. One misstep, right when a left was the better course of action, and here we all are.
Well, that's wishful thinking. Most people are likely dead.
Here I am. Here the old boy is, laying on the ground, bleeding from a puncture wound: a broken piece of an old, rotted picnic table sticking out of his stomach. He howls out into the burning night, looking for comfort. Searching for solace. Do I know if he's going to find it? No. Does anyone think he will?
I do.
I've always believed in the big guy, and now was no different.
He's going to die, I know that much. However, I can't stop myself from wishing for the opposite. Had this been say, a few weeks ago, I don't think I would be able to say that. I try to approach him, but without a word he thrusts his arms out, pointing to the horizon, silently urging me to go.
Tears stain my cheeks as I do just that.
They say you never really know what you have until it's gone. I think that's a lie. No, I know it is. The truth; you know what you have, you just never think about what you'll do when it goes.
As this thought nestles into my mind further, and I, still shaken up, begin to come to grips with the reality that surrounds me, I crack. My knees hit the chalky, lifeless dirt and a cloud of dust explodes upwards to greet me, staining my ripped pants a jet black. This place was a wasteland beforehand, but now?
This was almost too much to handle.
I close my eyes, and in the darkness I can see the old boy looking back at me. More than that, though. I can hear him, in the faintest whisper carried by the wind:
"MUCH WOW."
Much wow, indeed.
Present
My eyes open wide and my head snaps forward.
"Some dream," I mutter to myself, before returning to the soul crushing duty of paperwork. The intense boredom I was suffering in the name of this fucking company was commendable and if there was anyone who should be rewarded with a raise, it would be me. The digital clock on the bottom right hand corner of the computer screen read 10:23 PM. For fuck's sake, I was still here? I better be getting overtime for this shit.
"Mikael Carron!" snapped my demanding boss, daintily tapping on the door to my office that she shoved open without a second thought. "I've been waiting for three hours. Surely, it can't be that fucking hard to do." Ah, yes. Working for Miranda Tigris was always interesting. Interesting in the sense that any second, I could probably be dead.
"Obviously it was, or else you wouldn't have told me to do it."
"Is that so?" her eyebrows furrowed.
"Yeah, it is." I don't quite know what's gotten into me, be it a result of tiredness, agitation at these hours, or the multitude of other reasons that would contribute to the development of this formerly silent contempt for my psychotic employer, but whatever it was, it was all coming out now. She motions for me to get out of my chair, which I hesitantly do, not wanting to give her any more reasons to want a bullet in my head.
"I could sit here and listen to you insult me all day; but as it turns out, I have a much more important job for you to do." Her lips form into a grin, and she pointed towards the open doorway that she walked in from. Shaking my head and averting all attention to the meticulously cleaned floor, I made my way out of my office and into the dizzying maze that was Subbasement 1-A. Yeah, that's right. I work out of a fucking basement. One of the main pipes runs literally above my office. Is no one involved with this company mentally stable?
"We're going to Subbasement 1-C," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder and pushing me through this empty labyrinth towards the elevators. As we pass by the other offices, I saw something I should've already known: I was the only one who was still here. Fucking perfect.
"Why?"
"You'll know it when you see it."
"Well, that's helpful."
Without another word, she shoves me into the elevator and follows behind, humming to herself as she pushes the button of our intended destination.
"So uh, what are you hummin'?" I'm going to regret asking that question.
"None of your fucking business." Meh, could've been worse.
We passed a few more seconds in silence before the elevator doors open and I saw it.
"MUCH RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"