The Hunt

~Prey |1

I found shelter in a bar far away from everything and everyone.

I am in a little milky-way world called Earth, far from my home planet two hundred light-years away.

It's not bad here, even if the technology is rather primitive. I don't understand why, but my appearance looks a lot like that of the local people, maybe this was our colony thousands of years ago. I have never been strong in history on my planet and I doubt it would help me in this situation.

I'm in a state called Italy. It seems that the planet is divided into a myriad of states, which in some respects resemble the Sections of my planet, Ether.

Fortunately my universal translator did not break during the trip and I can safely communicate with the locals.

I chose Italy because of its safety: here the law is constantly violated without many punishments and for me it is perfect to stay away from trouble and earn a living.

I slowly sip my glass full of what they call "Whisky", a slightly alcoholic substance, compared to the standards of Ether.I remember when I had to run away from there. I was a commander. They called me Frequency. Volture's best pilot in all section 3.

As soon as the civil war broke out, I joined Reven, a group of soldiers who wanted to depose Governor Xavier. Unfortunately the governor had more resources than we did and we lost. 

All the Revens were executed. Everyone except me. I ran away and took refuge here.

I'm still wearing my black and red combat suit. It's very comfortable and practical, I'm sure I should still have some weapons on me, but I'm not showing it off for fear of getting into trouble.

I bring again the glass to my lips looking for the support of that aphrodisiac drink, when I notice that there is not a single drop left inside.

I ask the bartender for a bottle of whiskey but he looks at me with suspicion. He's afraid I can't pay him.I throw him some notes of the local currency I was able to create with the Printer on my Volture before landing. He counts the money carefully and then passes me a bottle with amber content. I take off the cap and start drinking. I could have just killed him and kept the money, because the place is deserted. But I don't want to kill on this planet.

I remember when I wasn't a murderer, when I was just Darius Keyler. 

But the monster won.Monsters are real, they live inside us and sometimes they win.