Forgive me for the hasty departure. The Society just didn't cut it for me any more. The lack of direction and the ignorant and arrogant demeanour of it's leaders has turned me from that life. I needed to get out, before I started shooting up the place, and I didn't want you to choose sides in the heat of the moment and I wanted you to have a chance to choose your loyalty. Be with me, or be with your pirate friends. I will not judge you for making your decision, and when you do make that choice, leave a note with Ralph on Beaumont for me to collect.
With all my love
Clyde
p.s. despite popular belief, I am not going Bunter. Eww.[/color]
Bonnie walked out to the Flight deck, gun in hand, still contemplating weather to shoot a target, or herself. A scrawny boy ran up to her, lucky to avoid a bullet aimed in his direction when he yelled out to her. Bonnie muttered as she realised she missed. "What do you want"She scowled as he gave her the letter, before quickly hiding behind his ship, waiting for her response, and reply. As she read, a new lot of tears formed. She wrote a reply, and gave it to the boy.
Quote:[font=Times New Roman]Clyde....
You never said goodbye.. And only left a note full of excuses. That broke me - I was about ready to shoot myself somewhere I wouldn't survive. I love you, Clyde, but how do I know you won't do it again? If things are going the way I think they are, I might be pregnant with your child. No matter how many people you sleep with, weather it be stupidity or something else on my part, I always seem to end up with you again, but I might have two to look out for in the near future... Can you promise you won't leave me like that again?
X
Bonnie.
On a side note, if you do turn to the bunters, I will shoot you myself.
After a sortie he did for the Junkers, Clyde returns to his temporary home on the Junker station, Thunder Bay. He liked it; Outta the way, but not quite too far.
He disembarks and heads straight for his rented room. It was no more than two metres square and had a mattress on the floor. Empty Synth tubes littered the box, as well as smashed chairs and electronics. His tortuous withdrawals from his Cardimine habit had taken him the best part of a week to be able to stabilize. Clyde makes his way to the sole sink, and gazed into a small cracked mirror on the wall, looking back upon himself. He hated the very person he was, and what he had done in his past. The only person who truly understands him he just crapped all over, and stomped on her heart.
There is a quick rap on his door."Who is it?"Clyde mumbled at the noise. A high pitched voice shrills out"Messenger, letter for you!"
Clyde opens his door the length of the security chains, and peeps out. The letter is thrown in and almost scones him in the head. He looked out and saw a young skinny lad bolting like he on cardi with a bunter on his ass. Clyde rubs his head, and unwraps the letter...
After reading through it he sits there in silence, stunned. What the hell have you done, you incompetent fool?!
He gathers his pen and a pad, and begins to write.
Quote:[color=#black]You're up the goddamned duff?!
Crap
Well, I won't give you excuses or reasons as to why I did what I did. Just understand I needed out. To leave in such a way encourages the hate they are now filled with to finally be able to leave The Society. You of all people knew how hard it was to leave and live our lives. If they hunt me, so be it. But I want a better life and I will fight for it, instead of destroying the lives of others for my own gain.
At least this way they won't try and assimilate me back into their ranks.
I can't make you trust me, and I can't see you trusting me for sometime. But if you got a bun in the oven, then I gotta sort my crap out. I've decided to live a Junker life, as no lawful will trust me.
Let me find us a place to live, a place to start a fresh.
Clyde[/color]
Clyde sits back, tense. He looked at his calendar. Six days straight of one rail a day, trying to limit his intake of the narcotics. He'd had his share for the day, but the urge to knock back the rest was almost overwhelming. He snaps out of his gaze, and tells himself to get up, and take the note to the stations office.
[color=#000000]Bonnie Grinned as she was handed another letter. She glanced around and opened it, before sitting on the couch in the hanger she had claimed as her bed, as she didn't want to be in the room without Clyde. She started writing a reply.
Quote:[font=Times New Roman]Yeah, I am 'up the duff', Docs here confirmed it.. Yeah, I know. The guys here had about the same reaction as you did.. It means Im going to have to straighten up my life... I would kill for a cigarette and a drink, but I can't even do that...
As for you leaving like you did, you are lucky you sent a messenger, otherwise we wouldn't be having this talk. That hatred spread to more then just the guys.. I will see what I can do to negotiate them, uh, not hunting you - We need to look at settling down at some point.. Soon..
It will take some time to get my trust in you back, but I am your girl, I'm not going to give up that easily.
After thinking about it, you leaving like you did, may have done us some favours. I don't want this kid to grow up like I did, without a mother or father. In this line of work, that is bound to happen..
If the Junkers will take us, I will be there as soon as you have a place to live.
But please.. Clyde.
Do me a favour, and don't get yourself killed.
[font=Times New Roman][color=#000000]There is a copy of the first scan, showing nothing much, but what one would presume was the start of new life. She sealed it, and gave it back to the messenger, handing him a rather nice tip for his efforts.