Jack was now trapped completely. He could barely move, his every second was sheer agony, but yet he felt this was justice. Jack had caused so much pain in his life, killed so many, let so many die. Jack felt hollow, like a puppet dancing on strings to the silent melody his master played. Jack felt the pain of a thousand lifetimes of bad decisions, bad circumstances, bad situations, and what killed him the most was the knowledge that if he could make those choices again that he'd make the exact same ones. Jack wished for death, the release of ones soul as it entered oblivion, it was all he could hope for in this dismal place. Jack knew, he knew in his heart of hearts that he had earned this pain, that this was the fate of a the sinner who'd claimed so much from others and gave nothing back. Jack felt the hole in his chest, knowing what the symbolism of it was. Jack hadn't killed Kierst because he could not have existed. Jack realized the hole was there because at the precise moment he shot Leela with that weapon he had put a bullet to everything decent inside of him. Jack had killed everything that could have been good, everything that begged him to be a better man, all the things that made him human. Jack realized now, now that everything was gone, that the creatures terrorizing the planet were not the monsters. Jack finally realized the monster had been there all along, for the monster in this story was named Corporal Jackson Hawthorne...