Post by account_disabled on Dec 26, 2023 0:31:37 GMT -5
“I have seen wicked and stupid men, great numbers of both; and I believe both are paid in the end; but the stupid ones first.” Robert Louis Stevenson (Kidnapped) January 9, 2016, 3.48 am I'm no longer in my old refuge. It was set on fire last Tuesday, when the whole Desperate gang came to get me, at 3 in the morning. I think I managed to kill a couple, but I can't be sure. Although my aggression has increased in recent days, there were too many for me to overwhelm. And in the end I was taken prisoner. I have vague memories of that night. I found myself bleeding inside a minibus, where I traveled to the city-stronghold of the Desperate, then someone shouted orders at someone else, who took me and threw me into a room that smelled of excrement.
There were other people inside. I asked them who they were and a guy with a scar under his eye told me they were from the Gang. “We refused to shoot people and so they locked us in here to Special Data await trial,” the man said. «The Dog is not one who forgives.» It was the first time I had heard that name. "Who is the Dog?" I asked. And the man said that he was the leader of the Gang. That's what he called himself. We talked for a while and I was struck by the resignation of those men, who had accepted their fate, whatever it was. "You're that madman who was holed up in town, right?" the man then asked me. «What he wrote in the blog.» “Yes,” I replied. "You're not afraid of me..." I remembered well how the driver of the off-road vehicle, days before, had been terrified just by seeing me.
But in this room it was dark and perhaps my face remained hidden. “I stopped being afraid a long time ago,” he said. “Do you know that one of those you killed last week was the Dog's brother?” Then he laughed, a hoarse, humorless laugh. “I wouldn't want to be in your shoes at trial.” I spent the rest of the night thinking. I too was convinced that it was over, but I had never known resignation in my life. I had always been a fighter, even if it was fighting against windmills. No, I would not have surrendered to the inevitability of a fate decided by others. I would never have accepted a fate before its fulfillment. The die hadn't been cast yet for me.
There were other people inside. I asked them who they were and a guy with a scar under his eye told me they were from the Gang. “We refused to shoot people and so they locked us in here to Special Data await trial,” the man said. «The Dog is not one who forgives.» It was the first time I had heard that name. "Who is the Dog?" I asked. And the man said that he was the leader of the Gang. That's what he called himself. We talked for a while and I was struck by the resignation of those men, who had accepted their fate, whatever it was. "You're that madman who was holed up in town, right?" the man then asked me. «What he wrote in the blog.» “Yes,” I replied. "You're not afraid of me..." I remembered well how the driver of the off-road vehicle, days before, had been terrified just by seeing me.
But in this room it was dark and perhaps my face remained hidden. “I stopped being afraid a long time ago,” he said. “Do you know that one of those you killed last week was the Dog's brother?” Then he laughed, a hoarse, humorless laugh. “I wouldn't want to be in your shoes at trial.” I spent the rest of the night thinking. I too was convinced that it was over, but I had never known resignation in my life. I had always been a fighter, even if it was fighting against windmills. No, I would not have surrendered to the inevitability of a fate decided by others. I would never have accepted a fate before its fulfillment. The die hadn't been cast yet for me.