System Nullification

Chapter 16

 I got applications for a ton of jobs. Even the slightly suspicious looking ones. I don't really care, I need something to do with my life. What's the worst that could happen? I've also got a bone to pick with the people at Will's school. They need to stop bullying him. Anyway, Happy New Year. I think I've made enough New Year's resolutions.

Entry 20 - January 8th, 2098

 Today I went to go attend Will's school. I'm about two years older than him, so I'm able to pull it off. I went to observe his situation so I could do something for him. It really was as bad as he described it. People called him names, picked fights with him, and the teachers never bothered to intervene. It truly annoyed me. I was tempted to beat them up for Will, but I didn't do that.

 I yelled at everyone and they surrounded me, and I went on a huge rant on about how hating someone for their flaws when they didn't do anything to you was exactly like hating someone for their positive traits or what they had. Because either way, you were hating someone for who they were. Hating someone for being them. And it was ridiculous, and that people should stop. When someone said that people just naturally like cooler people better and that my point was invalid because people don't typically hate others for their good points, I told them that their point was invalid. I told them that people hate on celebrities or popular people all the time. Then I looked at the entire crowd, fists balled up. They were ready to come at me too with Will by my side. I glared at them and said: "Beauty is a curse on the world. It keeps us from seeing the true monsters we are."

 They shuffled away. No one should be picking on Will ever again.

Entry 21 - February 1st, 2098

 I haven't been writing in this lately. The reason why is because I've been really busy hanging out with Will and I've been getting too exhausted to write. Something strange happened to all my applications. All of them disappeared except for one thing. I sent it in.

Entry 22 - February 2nd, 2098

 I got accepted into the job. I ended up becoming a mercenary. Fuck. I had ethics. They're slowly fading away, and Will's the one thing keeping them up.

Entry 23 - March 13th, 2098

 So I've been out kidnapping people because I've been too upset with myself to take any killing tasks. I kind of hate this organization. It's called the Behemoth Corporation (hopefully I don't lose this journal) However, I've been doing so well in the trainings and tasks that they gave me a top grade assignment to do. It's to either kidnap or assassinate a person named Cameron. Apparently he's insanely powerful. This is going to be the hardest thing to do yet, and I'm kind of glad I'm able to write in this before doing something like this. I think I'm finally going to use the recording disk that Will gave to me for Christmas. I'll set off on the mission now. I have a bad feeling about this, but Will reassures me without knowing what's going on. The corporation forbid me from telling anyone about my duties... including him. But that's okay. As long as I have Will, he doesn't have to know anything.

 "Oh god," Will whispered. "This is his last journal entry."

 "Is this the recording disk that Anderson wrote about in his journal?" Zephyr pointed at a white disk with dark outlining and patterns on it.

 The sky got darker, and Will grabbed the recording disk and looked at it for a moment. "Yeah, it is. I'll play it now," Will said, pressing the button.