morality

Most of them were innocent.

That’s the part I can’t get my head around. How he could just target innocents like that. how Eric could. What was he thinking?

The machine, the one that I helped him build even if it wasn’t with my own two hands. I provided the idea. This is what you did with it?

The screams, the blood. That smell. Nothing, nothing I’ve ever seen was like that. Could be like that. It’s worse than the stuff of nightmares. Holy hell falling from the sky piercing us like the refrigerators in the lot. Like nothing. The young girl, the one I tried to drag out of there, the way she kept screaming and demanding we go back. The way the man with her had his leg sheared off. I don’t think I’ll ever stop dreaming about those moments.

And I thought the contraption was interesting.

Maybe I should have stolen it.

What did you do Eric?

I suppose, besides seeing the damned thing itself I have no way to prove it was him. I stole those plans years ago, there’s no way to know for sure that whomever I stole them from didn’t recreate them.

But Eric had said they were supposed to fire bottle rockets. These weren’t bottle rockets. They were metal stakes, like the ones Eric loaded his with. Kinetic loading.

A park full of innocent people, attacked for no reason. Church goers. My own morality is warped, but it’s not that warped. Not yet at least. Am I looking at my future?