Nightmare Harvester
Gojo« Where are you, Max? »
SWEAT. The wanderer was covered in it. Damp cloth stuck to his skin as he rode on. He was going back to the citadel he thought he'd left behind for good. The pregnant one, Angharad, that was her name. She was now HAUNTING him along with Glory, showing up in his dreams and hallucinations.
« Help us, Max. »
Two DAYS he'd been wandering before he turned around. He had been looking for a suitable place to exist in peace. To exist ALONE. Everyone wanted him to be a H E R O. Help them, fight for them, save them. More ghosts to add to his battered mind. More innocent blood on his hands.
« WHAT IS IT WITH YOU; WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR? »
To survive. Max didn't see the ROCK marking the edge of the citadel limits, the visions were interfering again. His motorcycle SMACKED right into the obstacle head on. The force of impact rattled his bones and tossed his body right over the handlebars.
« Fly, Walker, fly! »
Max SOARED a few meters before he crashed into the ground, his lifeless body was now skidding across the dust. Whether lucky OR not, night fell before the mad man stirred again. His whole body ACHED; sand was ingrained into his wounds but despite the excruciating pain, he rose off the ground to set his crystal eyes on the CITADEL lights. Just a bit farther and he'd see them again.
« Come on, pa! Let's go! »
It wasn't LIKE him to go back. He was better on his own, right? Max swatted the air around him TEMPORARILY chasing the hallucinations away, he mumbled to himself how much of a MISTAKE this was. ❝ What more can I do for them? They're redeemed. ❞
« Max? »
A singsong voice called out to him, waving him forward as if he could actually reach the figure standing alone several meters away. The dust danced around the petite silhouette to keep him from really seeing her, but he knew exactly who it was. Her lovely, teasing voice would keep the others at bay for now.
❝ Jessie, wait. ❞
Fatigue was catching up to him. He always knew he wouldn't have much time left being conscious because each and every time she'd show up just before he collapsed. Like a guardian angel, she stood at a distance urging him forward until he would pass out right where he needed to be in order to survive. Max stumbled forward with purpose, all the while hacking up sand with each step knowing he'd never catch up to her. He knew, no matter what, they would never see each other again. His own insanity pressed him to try though, even if it was just for a glimpse of her face.
❝ I don't want to go without telling you how I feel... ❞
« Just c'mon, Max! A little farther now. »
The outpost was finally in sight; he could faintly see her jumping around and pointing with enthusiasm at the entrance. Maybe next time he would be able to tell her, and maybe next time she won't disappear as he crawls towards the front gates.
Credits
Original character created by George Miller. Photo for profile is from the movie Mad Max: Fury Road which is owned by Warner Bros.
