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And though I couldn't hear it yet, I knew there was Screaming.
I did not want to venture out- I didn't want to face the screams but I had to. I tried to armor my mind, but there is no way to armor yourself against the scream of a tormented brain. And I knew the screaming sat outside my door.
Even knowing what was coming, I went. The screams hit me hard, ripping across my mind. I wanted to run, but running would only send me deeper into animalism. Trying my best not to acknowledge the screams all around -from every angle!- I focused on the white Roger's Voice.
While I'd been standing before the window, the Roger had thought I was simply loosing my mind. It might have been close, but that wasn't my intent. I focused on his mental Voice, his paranoid mind and burned the sound into my memory. I would need to track him. I still needed more then myself to handle this massacre.
I do not know how I found the Roger. The animal, the human and the Screams were fighting in my mind and I was for all practical purposes unconscious. I did not regain my senses until I came close enough to the Roger's hiding place to latch exclusively onto his Voice. It was the only thing I could think of to block out the screaming, and it worked to some extent. I was at least coherent again.
Roger, somewhat stupidly, was hiding under the bed. I don't know how my creators could have missed him, except maybe they were so deep into blood rage they missed the obvious. I kicked the bed up, caught it and slammed it against the wall. I would not have done so in such a violent way, but the animal in me was so deeply disturbed by the screaming it need to react with anger. There was probably a less obvious way to alert the Roger to my presence, but at that moment I was willing to do the first thing into my head, so long as it silence the screaming.
The Roger shrieked himself when I overturned the bed and I had to restrain myself to keep from attacking him straight out to stop his noise. I managed to only lift him up by his neck and slam him against the wall. It shook the alien up, but didn't injure him. He was an extremely lucky Roger. I wondered if he knew that, but it really didn't matter.
"Shut up! Stop screaming or they'll turn right around and shoot you for hiding." I pushed the alien again and backed off. "So keep quiet."
Panting, the Roger snapped at me. "Damn it! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
I shrugged. That I probably had, but Roger was still alive so it didn't matter. I began to leave, motioning for him to follow.
Roger hissed at me, doing his best to keep his voice down. "You could have been a little less violent when you came to find me."
Again, I shrugged. Looking up and down the hallways to see if it was clear, I ran towards the fire escape. Roger followed. "I suppose I could have been."
Roger stayed quiet as we climbed to the roof. From the rooftop, I'd be able to hear Voices from all around, and that way I locate where the Rogers were being herded. The screams still beat against the walls of my mind, but I was starting to get used to them. They still set my teeth on edge though. Constant screaming of a thousand voices within ones mind is jarring, especially when you can't shut them up.
Standing on the roof, I tried to listen in and find where the Rogers were. The screaming was ultimately narcissistic and constantly demanded I listen to it, but around me I could still faintly hear the Voices. I locked onto those and pointed in their direction. "They're being lead that way."
"Kinda towards the Three Towers monument. You were right, they are putting us in a ready made pen rather then building their own."
I nodded. We were lucky, I'd riddled the monument with ammunition clips, an old repeater gun and wired the entire place with enough explosives to take a fairly big sized chunk out of Rogeria's surface. That was only if things went really awry though. Detonating the monument meant Kama Kazi, and even if it did send my creators to their graves, it would also take the Rogers with it. Despite what the human in me wanted, I was trying to save the Rogers. Not kill them.
The fastest way to follow my creators would have been to jump down onto the street, but if I hit the ground at the wrong angle from the height I was at I would break my legs. I would have been unable to run, then, and every minute I wasted was one minute the Rogers didn't have to spare. It would not have been the pain from the broken legs. I mentioned before I can not feel pain. The actual break in the bone would make it impossible to run.
So instead, I ran back down the fire escape to the street. Roger remained on my tail the entire time. It was getting harder for him to keep up, I was running much faster then most humans would ever run. Again, it was thanks to my inability to feel the pain that in other people would have been ripping their joints and lungs apart.
The faster I got to the monument the better. I had hoped my creators would choose Three Towers. The Rogers' chances were looking a little better.
