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cloakandclaw) wrote2009-05-07 06:47 pm
cloakandclaw) wrote2009-05-07 06:47 pm
[Outpost 12 - 23.02.2074]
On the rare occasions then he does go inside, it's usually very late at night. He avoids the elevator, preferring the stairs: there's less likelihood he'll run into anyone there. And running into others isn't something he can really risk, knowing what happened. The number of people around whom he feels safe is very, very limited right now.
He ought to have known better than to befriend people. That... is not his lot in life, not any more. And so... and so he spends his time alone. Surveying the field where the helicopter crashed, looking for clues about what he might have done. Never much of a forensics expert, he can only piece together bits of the story here and there. Apparently, he became the Beast. Claw marks are evident. Did he kill people? Slash their bodies open, rip off their heads? Deliver them fatal blows? Did he pull them out of the helicopter and throw them to the ground, or was it the helicopter crash that proved fatal?
There's only blackness where memories ought to be. It's almost as if it never really happened. If not for the physical clues, he might be able to convince himself of that. More than anything, he both wishes he could remember and dreads the actual memories. Perhaps it's best that things are the way they are.
If only it weren't so... lonely.
He ought to have known better than to befriend people. That... is not his lot in life, not any more. And so... and so he spends his time alone. Surveying the field where the helicopter crashed, looking for clues about what he might have done. Never much of a forensics expert, he can only piece together bits of the story here and there. Apparently, he became the Beast. Claw marks are evident. Did he kill people? Slash their bodies open, rip off their heads? Deliver them fatal blows? Did he pull them out of the helicopter and throw them to the ground, or was it the helicopter crash that proved fatal?
There's only blackness where memories ought to be. It's almost as if it never really happened. If not for the physical clues, he might be able to convince himself of that. More than anything, he both wishes he could remember and dreads the actual memories. Perhaps it's best that things are the way they are.
If only it weren't so... lonely.