Tower 92: Part II

>oh fuck
>he's dead
>bonky 5819, bonky is dead
>he killed him
>bonky 3483 killed him
>i found him, in the lamplight silhouette of his cell door, in a pool of dark blood
>bonky 3483 is out there
>with a copy of IRON HORSE AND THE TEETH OF WINTER
>that is checked out under 5819's name
>which is also not allowed
>in addition to the murder
>i am galloping through the halls
>past the portlets of bonkies in various states of surprise
>they know galloping is not allowed in the halls
>i am disquieting the bonkies
>but i must gallop!
>i am afraid!
>i believe if i reach the main office
>i should be safe
>i turn a corner
>and in the middle of the hall
>a white horse!
>"b-bonky!" i shout "why are you out of your cell!"
>"hi bonky," says the bonky.
>"identify yourself!"
>"bonky 3338 here, fellow bonky."
>oh thank goodness. "3338, accompany me to the main office for processing."
>"of course, bonky."
>we trot along. i don't want to gallop while a free bonky is around. galloping around other bonkies gets them goaded, and i want him nice and compliant.
>we gallop to the main office
>the security door is ajar
>papers are strewn about on the floor
>a kair is chicked over
>i mean a chair is kicked over.
>unsettling, but not necessarily an overt signal of violence
>"3338, wait here." i instruct the horse, and head back into the holding cells where we process and contain intransigent bonkies.
>another dead bonky
>i check his ear for his ID
>2189
>the security captain for this office
>that means
>i hear the double security door slide shut
>i think 3338 just locked us both in here
>"3338?" i call behind me.
>"GONNA BE TRRRROUBLE, BOSSMANNNN."
>oh fuck
>i should have known
>but i never would have guessed that 3483 could act like anybonky but himself
>it's dark now
>a few slivers of light outline 3483's contorted frame
>the shadowed albinic globe of his eye reveals nothing
>"GONNNA MANNNGLE YOU, BOSSMANNN."
>he steps toward me
>"th-3483... wait."
>he stops.
>"who's going to push the cart if i'm gone?"
>"DON'T YOU WORRY, BOSSMAN. YOUR LITTLE CART IS GONNA BE OKAYYYY."
>3483 descends upon me, trampling, biting, kicking me up against the wall over and over again
>my tower is fallen
>but there are many towers like mine
>and i might be gone
>but i'm just a blip in time
>and this bonky feels he's his own
>but what experience has shown
>every bonky is different
>every bonky is the same
>and every outburst goes unrecorded
>every violence we practice on each other
>is meaningless
>it's just a passing shape
>over the albinic globe of a horse's unblinking eye