Legends Of The Mojave: Doctor Harrison

Ashes To Ashes

Wednesday September 21st, 2278
Doctor Wayne Harrison
Mojave Desert
Entry #22

Dear journal...so much has happened. This morning, we finished up Caesar's Weapon. Doctor Lupes and I crafted a Displacer Glove. A certain type of gauntlet that practically destroys everything it punches. A very deadly weapon.

The head of Caesar's Frumentari, who was called Vulpes Inculta, had taken me and Isaiah to the arena I had been to before. While we were there, Caesar tested his new Displacer Glove on an innocent slave. A man I had known ever since I got here. His slave name was Farid. Some Legionaries put him in Caesar's Arena and Caesar went down to meet him.

He struck him once with the glove on and Farid fell over. His face was bloody and he was gasping for air. Caesar then leaned down and delivered a coupe de gracè. The punch with the gauntlet, along with Farid's head being placed down on the ground, had crushed his skull. Farid no longer gasped for air. He was beaten unrecognizable.

Caesar then climbed back to his chair. Everyone went quiet. He called out from his chair as we were below him on the ground near Farid.

"You've certainly pleased me Doctor Lupes and Doctor Harrison. I can't thank you enough."
"Anything for you, my lord." Isaiah said.
"Caesar, I believe we had a deal. I help craft the perfect weapon for you and you let me see my mother." I called up to him.
He smirked. "Well...I am a man of my word."

He snapped and 3 men behind where he sat moved away. He turned for a moment and had a hold of something. I couldn't make out what it was until he tossed it down into the arena. It was a brick on top of what appeared to be a set of old slavery clothing. "Go ahead Wayne. She's right there" he said. I walked over to it.

This was true mockery...combined with a true nightmare. I picked up the brick and placed it to the side. I took the clothes and examined the blood stains of them. A red X was painted near the blood across the chest. "Well aren't you gonna hug her? She's been gone for years" Caesar said.

Laughter all around me followed by his statement. I had tears in my eyes....it was this horrible mix of sadness and fury....I was inside of my darkest fears. "No.....no...." I kept saying silently as I held the clothes. "I had her killed years ago Wayne! Your feelings make you weak! And that is why I must have you killed as well." He yelled to me. After this, he snapped his fingers again.

Some Legionaries around the arena had aimed their rifles at me. I stood up and screamed angrily at Caesar.

"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PRETENDER CAESAR! YOU SAY YOU WANT TO PUT AN IRON FIST
THROUGH CORRUPTION! WELL LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE FOR AMUSEMENT! AND WHEN YOU'RE NOT KILLING THEM, YOU MAKE THEM SLAVES, TORTURE THEM, HAVE YOUR MEN RAPE THEM, AND YOU FEAST UPON THEIR MISERY! YOU'RE THE CORRUPT ONE CAESAR! THE TRUE CORRUPTION OF WHAT IS LEFT OF THE MOJAVE!"

Everything went silent. Some of The Legionaries looked up toward Caesar. His face was full of rage, but nowhere toward the amount of rage that had screamed out of me. He called out angrily after one of his men had talked to him for a moment.

"Alright listen here you bastard! Since you've proven yourself unworthy, you will be executed...outside of my fort. Your blood isn't even close to being worth my amusement to spill. However, I will have your screams, your last words, and perhaps your last final breath on a holotape. Goodbye Wayne."

Some Legionaries escorted me out of the arena as the rest exited. They carried me away. The last glimpse I caught of the arena was Doctor Lupes smiling devilishly as they were carrying me away. Now, about 15 Legionaries are taking me somewhere for my execution. I have no idea where.

All I know is that....my mother is at rest....and I'm gonna have my revenge one way or another. We've stopped to set up camp now because it's a little late. If this is my last entry....I want the reader to know that I didn't live to heal. I'm not just a doctor. For I am a friend to people.

An ally. A hero, to some. I don't wish to be showered with praise or celebrated because of my actions. I just wish to be looked at with a smile and hear a simple thank you. Not because I don't want it, but because I choose to remain humble.

Like a good doctor should.

Doctor Harrison out.