Date:
December 19th, 2001
Time:
4:34 AM
Place:
Gotham somewheres
Dear Diary,
Bruce
called… told me what I’ve done. The virus, apparently, blacked out
hospitals. Including the one Dick is
in. I nearly killed him, diary. And I did kill others… I didn’t MEAN to though! I just wanted to blank out the systems, I
didn’t think everything would crash like that…
I’m
a murderer. I thought I was doing
something harmless and I ended up murdering people.
As
soon as Bruce hung up on me, I went to Luthor’s. I blame him in part for what I’ve done. I busted in there with everything I had. Ripped out his power, his phone,
everything. I jumped him in the middle
of his sleep at exactly 2:15 AM. Sat on
him and started choking him.
“PEOPLE
DIED!” I screamed.
“Wuh-what…
did… y-you—expe-ect to… huh-happen?” he choked out.
I froze. My eyes
were wide. He knew the virus would slip
into mainstream power. He KNEW. I was so ready to open a can when a HUGE
force slammed into my side, knocking me clear off him and to the floor. The moment I hit, four cables snapped around
me and a searing pain shot through me…
Mercy hit me with one of the shocker-bugs. Gigantic slates that wrap the person they hit after slamming into
them at subsonic speed and electrocutes them.
At nearly 6,000 volts.
Amazing? No. Intergang.
While I tried to pull the slate away from me, I heard Mercy and Luthor discussing what they should do to me. She recommended kryptonite. He recommended electroshock therapy at a level I wouldn’t be able to handle completely. And at this point, I was too stunned to fight. Ended up, after Mercy complaining enough, kryptonite AND electroshock. Don’t ask, but it is possible. So, after that I ended up with a cut tongue and burns on my ankles, wrists, upper arms, neck and head. And then you know what?! They had the audacity to go, “Are you ready for your cure?”
I
don’t think so. I’d rather die now
anyway. I was protecting Kyle more
anyway when I killed off Gotham systems.
So, I just started staggering for the door. Luthor was humored.
“Are
you sure you’re willing to risk death for MORALITY?”
Damn,
that was a pretty good point on some crazy level. I turned back to him and went over, calmly taking the vial. And then I headed away again. If Bruce says I’m allowed to take it, I’ll
take it. If he says that I’m not worthy
of life, then I’ll smash it at his feet and leave.
If
anything, I still have Argonian honor.
Honor is a big thing, believe it or not, on Argos. Or, “was”, I mean. Keep forgetting it’s non-existent anymore… Argonian honor is that if you wrong someone,
they get to make one life-changing decision about you. So, like this case: I wronged Bruce by crashing Gotham and
nearly killing Dick, and successfully killing others. Ergo, he can decide if I take this potion to save my life or if I
don’t and die. And he gets to decide,
if he won’t let me take the liquid, whether I die gently by continuing to take
this pill or if I die in agony by not.
And no, diary, he won’t have to wait long. I’m due to pass on by midnight today. Or around that time.
It’s
almost 4:30 in the morning here, BTW… just to let you know…
In an attempt to cover the burns (as if the red eyes don’t tell something), I wore my combat boots, leather cuffs around my wrists and a jacket. I put a red and blue ribbon around my neck and a hat that will cover the burns, and shadow my eyes a bit (on top of the redness, they’re surrounded by DARK circles…). I’m shaking horribly right now, hence why my writing is just a little off. I don’t want him to SEE me and what I’ve been through. I know exactly how I’m going to offer this to him too.
“I’ve wronged you, Bruce. And I’m sorry… SO very sorry… I’m going to ask you something, and you can choose however you see fit. This potion is why I did everything I did. What it does doesn’t matter. You decide whether I take it or not. And if you say “No”, then you can decide if I continue to take these pills in this hand or not.”
He’ll see the pills are ecstasy pills. He’s not dumb in the LEAST. It’ll be the cure that he’ll have questions. I’m not going to tell him. I don’t deserve to live now anyway. I didn’t mean for this to happen… I-I really didn’t… he should know that… but what’s done is done. It’s between him and me now…
If only I knew where he was…
§Kara§