Alia Entry Log: Regrets

Entry #16, December 21st, 2117, 2:04 AM
Agony. This word is the only one that can describe my feelings at this very moment. That very day came today... I had to kill my best friend, Blizzard Wolfang. I had gotten a call from Gate, he told me that Wolfang was finally found, he was in Antarctica and preparing to attack the research lab, after I had cracked and told him about what me and Gate were doing to everyone. Well, Gate found out I had told him our doings, and, as punishment, forced me to deal with him personally... I tried so hard to tell him I couldn't do this, but he told me something I honestly should have listened to a long time ago. His words have not left my mind the whole day...:
"Well, you wouldn't be this upset if you had actually listened to me and never had gotten attached to our creation. That's why you killed Ground Scaravich with no remorse... You never were attached to him."
As I write this entry, I have tears streaming down my face, with no signs of stopping. In fact, I'll have you know I sometimes had to pause writing this entry for a few minutes at a time, because I just can't bear the fact I've done what I did... There is no excuse for what I did. But you will be the judge of that, reader... Let me explain.
Before I even got there, the lab had summoned Metal Shark Player's remaining undead mavericks that had been saved originally for studies, to his location to attack and kill not just Wolfang, but his 20-wolf army he managed to form for protection. All 20 of his wolves were slaughtered one by one, but not before Wolfang had, according to my boss, tore all the maverick's limb from limb.
Now, bear in mind, he unfortunately thought I was still on his side. He must have thought I was trying to avoid causing these incidents, and Ground Scaravich's death by the hands of me was deserved. So, when I eventually landed my helicopter to the now chaotic scene, he got closer to me, and told me how much he wanted to see me.
This innocence, when I think of it, is enough to send me into a breakdown... I wanted so badly to bring him to my helicopter and fly away from society and save him from the nightmares of this project... But it was Gate's orders. So, I got out the chopper, and surveyed the damage around the area.
Everything was covered in wires, metal pieces of once working reploids, now painted a gruesome deep crimson with the reploid blood spilt by everyone in a no contest battle.
I had to think of a way to dispose of him... I must have aroused suspicion, as he asked if everything was alright. Then, I noticed a piece of a horn from one of the now decimated mavericks, and I knew it, I knew just what I now had to do.
I could only choke out an 'I'm so sorry', before I bent down to grab the horn. He most likely thought I was talking about Metal Shark Player... Until I made a mad dash to him to bludgeon the poor reploid, screeching like a madman as I ran. He stood there, as he exclaimed out, "Alia-!?". It was at this moment, I had plunged the horn deep into his chest, causing him to let out a loud gasp. I wasted no time, while he was in shock of the attack, I grabbed a nearby part of another maverick, this time being the arm of a sharp clawed gator maverick.
I felt as if I wasn't in control of myself, I kept swinging the arm, hard, on my once best friend, bringing total devastation to his entire body. I had only realized the true severity of what I did... He lay there, practically gasping for air, with a hole deep in his chest, his left chest crystal now shattered, with his right chest crystal cracked. His left glowing red eye, once fully operational, was now dark, cracked and chipped from one of the heavy blows to his face... But it was his torso that was the worst... His torso, oh god... his torso... He had basically been torn open, exposing all his wires, his inner workings, and the true severity of his condition...
"Alia..." He managed to croak out to me.
"Why... Did you... Hurt me...?"
I told him I had no choice, and how he was going to attack the lab. But then he said something that stopped me dead in my tracks.
"I... Never planned to... Do that... You... Monster..." Those were his final words, before... He went limp. He was gone. A deadly conspiracy that cost his life... One that proved to be a lie. I could tell by his voice... It was shaky and no longer gruff, replaced by a whimpering reploid, looking at the eyes of his killer.
I lost it. I had been tricked by Gate, by the lab, by everyone, to go and kill the only person who actually liked me. I don't think I could ever recreate the shriek that managed to escape from my mouth when the realization hit me like a baseball bat to the kneecaps. Even still, my voice has been raspy, and it hurts to even talk, let alone cry. While I sobbed hysterically, I knew I had to cover this up, to make sure no one found him. So, I picked him up, carried him to the ocean, and threw what was left of him to the dark abyss of the sea.
I am done with Gate, as well as Project Marvel... I am done with trusting others... Tomorrow, when the last reploid, Rainy Turtloid, is gone... I quit. I wanted to help people, not ruin lives...
If somehow this research lab still exists, and you are a member of this lab, I suggest you leave. You really should leave...
Update: At around 1:47 AM tonight, Turtloid was found dead, allegedly killing himself via falling off a bridge. He had been dead for 3 days... Why do I tell you this? Well, me and Gate officially finished the job, Project Marvel was a bust. We were then promptly fired from this job, thank God for me... But Gate, he did not handle it well at all... He kept telling everyone this was unfair, he deserved to stay here, the world needs him! But once he realized the action was final, he left, stating one thing I pray will never be achieved:
"All of you will pay, since none of you could appreciate my masterpieces... See you all in a few years..."
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