1 Fall of The Anarchists Part-1 (1/2)

The day that Lucas most dreaded had finally come.

It was the fall of the anarchists.

The Hero's squad had infiltrated their HQ, they had lost signal with Martin who had gone chasing the decoy and Lucas was heavily wounded. The hero was looming above him, looking down at him...

”It's the end of the line Lucas. This farce ends now. This world is better off without the anarchists”

”You are right Mr. Hero, It is indeed time to end this farce.- Vincent! Do it!”

”My pleasure!” laughing maniacally, he pressed the big red button.

[This base will self-destruct in 60 seconds, kindly evacuate!]

”Are you crazy, Lucas.”

”Crazy! No, I have never been more sane. If this world doesn't need us any more. We will leave it ourselves. We never got to choose how we lived, we can at least choose how we die.”

The oh-so-proud hero and his allies ran like a bunch of scared rats. Lucas wasn't sure if they had survived, and he couldn't care less.

”Kaboom!”

The entire island base blew up in one of the most brilliant explosions the world had ever seen. Lucas was flung off, full of wounds, into the ocean.

Sinking admist a red haze of his own blood. Lucas couldn't help but question himself -

”Was I really wrong.”

He tried to grasp the bubbles leaving his mouth, but they evaded him just like his life-force slowly ebbed away.

The Hero's words still echoed in his head, - ”We could have been great friends, if only you hadn't gone down the path of evil.” How nauseating. Self-righteous bull-crap! Lucas never went down the path of evil, he went down the path of anarchy. He just wanted to survive and be in control of his own life! Was he wrong. Did he really deserve to be destroyed by a goody two shoes hero like some sort of cliched villain.

He wasn't denying that he had sinned.

He had.

928,437 people.

That's the number of deaths the anarchists and thus, he was responsible for.

However he had only ever murdered one person his whole life. Stabbed him right through the back when he was least expecting. The blood trickled down his hands onto the cold floor and the soulless eyes of the corpse seemed to be asking him only one question-”Why?”

However it was all for his goal.