The title explains the contents of this post for the most, excluding the intro and final words.
"January 14, 3058, 17:00, on Remote Planet #5
The events that happened today were probably some of the saddest events of my life: the loss of friends. All of them - Nellie, Hal, Carrie... Hold on, Carrie might still be alive, we just can't find her, but there's not that much hope. Wait, and Mark and Kate are still here. So I guess I still have friends. Oops. That just ruined the moment...
To anyone who ever reads this, I write down just about anything that comes to mind. Ooh, look, an advertisement car. I think it might just be in the moment to get my mind off being sad.
Just as I thought my life might be getting better, it gets worse. Our little trio landed on RP5 (As I'm now going to call Remote Planet #5), as happy as could be. As soon as we got to the Main hub, we started to get the feeling that something wasn't right.
Oh, how I wish we were wrong.
We had just barely opened the doors, and already there was the clicking of guns and the really angry commando dude with a buzz cut yelling, "Put your hands in the air where I can see 'em!" I started to look around the room desperately, when lo and behold, I see my friends. That's the okay news. Don't think that this was the end to my unfortunate story and at the end we kick the bad guy's butts and we're all smiley now. It gets worse.
The bad news was that they were dead. They were against the wall, hung by their necks. A wave of sadness washed over me, then immediately turned into rage. Tears falling down my face, I screamed in anguish. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO THEM???!!! THEY WERE MY FRIENDS!!! THEY'RE INNOCENT!!"
I wanted to charge at them at that second, right then and there, but something stopped me. Part of it was that we were outnumbered, but the other part of it was that if I killed them, then I would be just as bad as them. I just couldn't bring myself to kill anyone. Not after all I've seen happen. It hurt too much in terms of my conscience and guilt. Also, Kate was physically restraining me.
"Where's Carrie Crematte, then? Tell me that! Why is she not hung up on the wall with the rest of your trophies? Or is she on the graveyard that you made of the floor?" I demanded. One of the guards sighed. "What?" I yelled, fed up with his subtleness; fed up with all the events that have happened to me, Kate, and Mark.
"She's over here..." The guard murmured nervously as he lead me to what was left of Carrie's booth. I peek inside to see Carrie.
Now, I've seen some really bad psychos out there, but Carrie topped it all. She looked like she was a chimpanzee having a seizure. I was about to scream with fury until Carrie started to look around frantically, then shushed me. She looked terrible. Her hair was all frizzed up and black with soot, her lab coat torn and stained with blood, and she had tears streaming down her face.
"It's me, Carrie!" She whispered in a croaky voice. "Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm doing fine. What about you? Why were you acting so crazy? You look like one of your experiments got screwed up somewhere along the way and didn't end so well, then got run over by a tractor," I whispered with an exaggerated tone.
"Emphasis on the acting. I'm just doing that to stay alive. Yes, one of my experiments got messed up, so that's why I look so messed up. That and I was abused terribly by the guards," She wheezed slightly, then started to cough hard.
I got on my knees and prayed that Carrie wouldn't die, but then a guard came and I instinctively tried not to look like an idiot. It obviously didn't work, because the guard gave me a weird look. I look back at Carrie as her eyes bulged, then she collapsed to the ground. I now assume that was acting, but at the time, it looked real. I fell to my knees and started crying.
In my moment of sadness, the guard dragged me out of the room wailing. Way to go, Ryan. At 15 years old, still crying. I'm a sensitive person, what can I say? Anyway, I think I have the right to cry, right? In the crushing grip of SURL, some people don't even have that.
As I was slammed against a wall next to Mark and Kate, a heavy numbness spread through my body, as if I were having a dream and I was on drugs. I could barely feel anything anymore. I don't have to endure this anymore. I can end it here. I don't care.
Mark and Kate must have started to notice that I was starting to lose my grip on reality, because they started to scream my name. The guards hit me again and again, but I didn't care. I felt peaceful. The screaming got louder. A final whack to the head brought me back to reality before I realized that I was bleeding all over.
I don't exactly know what happened next. It might have been an emotional breakdown, it might have been a natural reaction. (For example, you get punched, usually you want to punch the person back, or kick him until he says "Uncle") Whatever it was, I couldn't take it anymore. I lashed out at one of the guards.
Physics took it from there. The guard I had hit flew into another, who winded another, who hit another... and you get the point. This domino effect continued until all the guards were knocked out. The angry dude kept yelling so I picked up a sleeping guard and threw it at him. That took him out.
There were a few seconds of tense silence, with only the heavy panting of Mark's breath. We all were standing there, absolutely still.
"Let's get out of here," Kate said, faking that she was tired. Robots don't get tired. But I could understand the message she was trying to get out: that it's been a long day, now we should shut up and go.
"Agreed," Mark said, obviously exasperated.
Then I remember Carrie. "But what about-" I cried out, but Kate cuts me off by saying, "Carrie will be fine. I'll track her down later. Right now, we need to scram." She finishes sternly.
"Fine." I walk away sadly back to the ship."
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