What do I do? My evil plan backfired and now I have the woman of my dreams lying limp in my arms. I was only meant to control the media and their narrative, not have any causalities: shit, shit, shit, I don’t know what to do. She was a reporter and never knew I was the town’s villain. I loved her. I never got to tell her I loved her. My electronator malfunctioned and killed the one person I was doing all this for. She told me that she wanted to report the truth and the station was giving her scripts filled with their political standings. I wanted to save her job, and now she stares back into my eyes without blinking. She’ll never blink again and it’s my fault she’s gone. I should have tested the electronator before the biggest day of media coverage; the national election campaign. I… I don’t want to do my evil work anymore. All balance is lost in society without Freddie. Freddie, I’m sorry. I wanted you to stand by my side and rule the radiowaves.
A Step Too Far
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