A Fugitive from Injustice

A fugitive from justice, or more, injustice. The corridor was silent but since that cycle, I had narrowly missed several people. I wrote this when all other human are asleep, I used this terminal from the cabin of 'Serris-X', I had sedated him with a little concoction and now he wouldn't wake up until I left the room.

The ventilation shafts were silent, dark and foreboding, it didn't affect me, I could use them as shield and my vision was much better than a normal humans. I was now over a busy corridor, a few people was talking intensely, " Atilme, did you hear? Omega-Ridley sucked all SR1 blood out!"

"What, really? I don't believe that! He 's not a bad guy!"

"I swear I saw it on camera. The colony plaza has recorded footage of it, c'mon I'll show you!" and they left.

I crawled for several minutes, weaving my way through hundreds of meters of chrome and steel shafts like an old phazon miner. I smelt Flaming Metroidz scent, he was close, I must be above Central Broadcasting. I peer down through one of the grates and see FMdz right below me, he is talking to someone with blond, spiky hair who I have never met before. He leaves, FMdz goes over to a cabinet and grabs out something and I here a click. Suddenly a spray of orange spikes penetrate the chrome, almost as if a fire was jumping out at me - I recognized the spluttered sound of a Ki907, an outlawed plasma rifle with an illegal auto cartridge. The bullets stop and I jumped quickly down. Flaming is smiling at me, a sadistic and twisted smile that only comes from possession. He aimed the rifle and suddenly the world went slow, I began to feel my inner power seeping into my outside body but I forced myself to contain it, I would not wreak havoc again. He pulled the trigger and a rain of orange hail directed itself at me, I ducked and some bullets hit my right shoulder knocking me against the fall. Before Flaming could unleash another torrent of deadly spikes, I got up and weaved around the table, I was right beside him. He anticipated me though and smacked the butt of the rifle full in my face, I was caught unawares and he kicked me down on the ground, I soon felt the cold, hard metal of the gun barrel at my head. I knew I was finished, somehow I had been beaten by a human.

Two Gammas came to drag me to a cell, which was small, cramped and cold. I glanced at the bare walls, regret and remorse grew in a sickly feeling in my stomach, they were soon drowned by a feeling of injustice and anger. There was something going on in the TSC and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. The walls were normal metal, only slightly hardened and so I tested one of my nails on them and sure enough I could make a hole and so just the shift changed I would sneak out and see what I could uncover in the station.

I hear footsteps in the corridor but they won't bother me, I'm in somebody else's cabin and he won't wake up for quite a while. The door opens.....