"Clear prisioner 8842." said the attendant in Sugarland. "Christopher Debs, you are cleared by Sugarland and have served your time. You are clear to leave...must be nice having people on the inside...getting out of a life sentence like this..."
"You're lucky there are cameras here, guard, call me Debs again and I'll snap your neck." Chris replied. "Is my ride here?"
"Y-yes. He's waiting in the docking bay."
Chris slowly walked away from the stunned guard and down into the bay where his brother waited in the small transport freighter he used when he wasn't pirating with his gunboat. The brothers hugged as soon as they got close enough,
"How was prision, brother?" Eugene asked.
"You know, fights, work, more fights. The typical." Chris replied.
"Aye, I hear you...lets get back to Alcartraz, some people wanna see you..."
"Are you sure you don't want to go back?" she asked.
"I'm sure. My family is full of dirty people. Pirating innocent traders and doing horrible things to people. I can't be apart of that. I'm going to make a better name for myself. A name that's...decent." Chris replied. "I mean...I love my brother and sister...I do...but my father just continues to corrupt them with his non-stop evil deeds..."
"They're making money anyway they can Chris..."
"That's not the point Anya..." Chris sighed and sat down, placing his face in his hands. "They don't just pirate people...they've been known to kidnap people, torture them, and even kill them just for credits...now ask yourself, is that anyway to make a living? Robbing people at gunpoint?"
"No...you're right. I'm just trying to see the good in them..."
Chris smiled and held her face in his hand.
"You always try to see the good in people...and that's why I love you."
Engene dropped off the transport at the drop point and picked up his gunboat. He was heading for the California Jumphole. Chris was looking out the window, thinking of moments past when his brother nudged him. He looked up and saw the California Jumphole.
"Ever been so glad to be out of Texas?" he asked with a jolly laugh.
"No...not really." Chris replied.
"Not really? What the hell's the matter with you?"
"I want blood." Chris said grinding his teeth. He had never really known when he lost his mind...when the dark thoughts had invaded...maybe it was after Anya had died for no reason whatsoever. Maybe it was at that point that he had truly gone insane. No one could say, but he knew that there would be blood spilled in Liberty...and even the innocents would pay for their transgressions...
"Anya...will you marry me?" Chris asked, a hopeful look all over his face.
"Yes...yes I will get up damn you!" Anya replied and as Chris stood gave him a hug.
This was the highest point of his life...well, the second highest. He had completed college, gone on to get a high position in a large business in Liberty named Ageira Technologies. Things were going good for him. He knew that soon he would be up for a promotion, just after starting, so he would have to look good for the big wigs...and now he was marrying the woman of his dreams.
Life was good...but life has a funny way of turning you on your head at the drop of a dime...
A party was being thrown on the small Rogue station in California...but the man of honor wasn't very involved. He sat alone, in a dark corner of the bar, staring out the window into open space, languishing in anger and simmering in his own rage. There wouldn't be another Anya...there never would be...there couldn't be...he was alone. Tormented by her face always haunting his dreams...asking her to save her. Chris closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists...when he closed his eyes, he saw her...
"Chris!" Anya said, falling into darkness.
"Shut the hell up!" Chris screamed and the party stopped and looked his direction he looked up from under his furrowed brows. "All of you! Get the hell out!" People mumbled and left the bar, leaving his brother and sister remaining, looking at him with a look of disbelief. Chris rose slowly from his seat and moved slowly towards the two. "For a year, I have been locked in a prision of self hatred...in a prision made of steel and false hopes. For a year I have lived with the thought of the only person...the woman...who was my wife..." Chris reached out and grabbed his brothers shirt and pulled him close, he was on the verge of manic screaming. "The woman who was carrying my child. DIED IN MY BLOODY ARMS!...and now...you throw me a party? A BLOODY PARTY!?" Chris started to pant, sweat dripping off his hair line. "She was the only one who knew, who I was, who I wasn't, and who I wanted to be...and now she's gone.
"The only thing I want, is to make every living creature in this universe to suffer as I have...I want to watch people die as I cut their organs from their flesh. I want to see the fear in people's eyes as my SNAC's come baring down on their ships...I want to see death as Anya saw it...and I want you to help me do that brother..." he looked to the woman standing next to Eugene. "...and you too sister...we will pillage, kill, destroy, and maim every living creature from here to Colorado, from Colarado to Texas...from Texas to the Borderworlds...and even then...
"I'm fine, the baby is just kicking a little." Anya replied with a smile.
It was six months since they had gotten married and Chris couldn't be happier. Almost immediately after they had gotten married, Anya became pregnant. He hoped it would be a girl, but he wouldn't know until the baby was born. They had decided to make it a mystery as to what the babies sex would be.
"You done?" Chris asked as he wiped his face and sat his napkin down on his plate.
"Yeah, lets go." Anya replied.
As the two were standing up from the table, three men came into the restruant, all three in masks. The man in front held up his rifle and fired two shots into the air, sending everyone to the floor.
"Everyone, oy, get on the bloody floor!" he said with a brittish accent. "Anyone moves, I'll blow ya bloody caps off, ya hear?"
Chris and Anya remained silent as the robbery happened. As the robbers got to Anya and Chris they stopped short of Anya and tapped their feet.
"We got a preggo here boss." the shorter of the three said. "Heh, no worries. Hand over your purse lady and no one's going to get hurt."
"Go to hell."
"Oy, she's got a mouth." he said laughing then hit her with the butt of his rifle, knocking her to the floor, Chris lept to his feet and wrestled the rifle from the robbers grip, turned the gun on it's owner and fired two shots, knocking the man to the floor, dead and bleeding. Two more shots were fired in the direction of Chris, but they missed him completely, and were aimed for someone else. When he turned around, he saw the love of his life, dead on the floor.
Time slowed down, or so it seemed to Chris. He could feel rage, sadness, anger, fury, and then pure hatred. He turned the gun on the other two attackers and shot them both. He then wasted the rest of the ammo shooting their corpses as the rest of the people in the restraunt watched with horror.
"My name is Christopher Davidson! You will remember my name!"
An hour later, Chris was in cuffs, riding to LPI Sugarland in Texas, facing a life sentence. The three men were Navy...dirty...but still Navy, and he had been arrested for their murders. No matter how many people reported what they saw...they were silenced...Liberty was corrupt...dirty...
"Chris! You killed me!" he heard in his thoughts. "Chris, you let me die." "Chris...you're a terrible man...hahahaha"
"F*** that! Get your bloody hands off me you...you...SHUT UP. BLOODY HELL ANYA SHUT UP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD." Eugene leaned forward to help his brother to a chair and he smacked his hand away. "I told you not to bloody touch me."
"You need to calm down Chris. Take a seat."
Chris ploped down in a chair and covered his face with his hands. He started sobbing softly.
"I killed her..." he said inbetween sobs.
"Why don't you tell us what happened...from the beginning..."
Chris looked up and stared into nothing, then looked at his brother with a blank expression.