Desperation, the need for the next time.
The withdrawal was killing me, the symptoms were complicated, strong and unbelievably having a detrimental on both my physical and mental state.
My mind was constantly focused on one thing, yet constantly changing between many thoughts of which i could not control. Everything was aching, i longed for this.
I missed it, i needed it again, and again.
The feeling that came with it, the sheer absolute joy, the only side effects; coming off it. The need for more, the constant fixation upon it, the thoughts dedicated to it.
People say i’m to good for it, that it isn’t right for me.
But i don’t care what they say,
i don’t care what they think.
They don’t know it.
They don’t know her.
I love her.
She’s my addiction. :)
Murmuring to myself as I come to, rubble everywhere, last thing I remember, was walking past the hospital, and then, an explosion.
Hysteria, confusion, but most importantly anarchy.
I chuckled to myself, this is where humans show their true emotions, in a situation like this, its do or die. I on the other hand had another idea on hand, money.
Two entire blocks had been affected by the blast.
I overheard two people yelling out ‘Terrorists! The second blast wasn’t the last to come! Take cover!’
Two blasts? Interesting, i had only experienced one, but then that wouldnt have affected two whole blocks. I noted that the bridge leading out of the island was packed with people running, i noticed that there was only enough of the bridge undamaged to allow for people only access.
I spotted the bank. Surprisingly empty.
I couldn’t help it, it was just there. It was doing nothing, just sitting there, if you will.
Running into the crumbling bank, i run past a dead security guard, reaching for his gun. Turning to inspect the vault i see a man quivering. Another security guard, armed.
He reaches for his gun, but i am quicker. A small pop and I become the worlds next Grim reaper; decider of lives.
Laughing at the large crack in the wall, leading to the vault, despite its reinforced walls it could hardly survive the blast and the next doors roof. The pressure must be immense. Just my luck, all the money in the central business area that i can carry, mine.
Checking my satchel I empty out the charges i was originally using to blow the vault door open. They can be used another day, when i strike without being interupted.
Filling up my bag, i place the charges on top of all the cash, wrapped in a black bag, in case i need to use them, for some odd reason.
Thinking to myself i could use them for distraction, place them on a car nearby.
And thats exactly what i did.
After planting the bomb, I took a moment to take a breath.
A sick feeling from the bottom of my gut.
I hadn’t changed it.
It was set for 20 seconds.
It was already at 17 seconds.
I moved quickly to the…