Thursday, September 2, 2010
St Joseph's, Lochinvar
Nature's Consequences
Whip-like vines lashed at my face as I sped away from the crime scene. I ducked and weaved through the tangled mess of branches and webs that reached out to prevent my escape. My task was a lonely one. Although exhilarating, it could also prove deadly. My senses had to be fine-tuned to the precise guidelines that were associated with the nature of my mission.
Not only was my course of action dangerous, for it left no room for error, but it was ruthlessly difficult. Even though I had done this many times before, it was still no less punishing. I heard a furious roar in the distance. Realising the implications I increased my pace. Horror filled my body and sent my mind on a dangerous path of fear and doubt, my pursuers had returned earlier than I had initially expected.
Nervously I began to stumble in my stride. Looking over my shoulder, I started to panic. My eyes widened as a huge buttress root rose from the ground. Disaster strucked and I curled up in submission, accepting my doomed fate.
An empty bowl of twigs and grass stung our eyes. Our playful smiles turned to hateful smirks. Gathering our strength, we let out a cry of disbelief and yearning for our missing treasures. We had been robbed of not only the greatest gifts our lives had brought us, but the very purpose of our existence. I inhaled deeply to catch the scent of the assailant. Turning on the heels of my hind legs, I stomped of toward the fiendish coward. The tracks grew further and further apart as the burglar picked up speed. Rounding a corner, I narrowed my vision to see in the distance those fearful, innocent eyes that glared back at me. I almost felt sorry for this sinister creature as it turned and thumped into the foundation of a willow. I eased back the reigns, slowly drawing to a halt. It seemed to be unconscious as I sniffed its limp body.
As I leant down to pick up the ghastly figure, I felt a digging pain in each side. Shaking violently I fell to the ground as two other raptors pecked at the flesh, lying bare and vulnerable in my open wounds. I heard a screech and realised that the same the same fate had befallen my poor friend. I looked at my murderers in pure hatred of the evil deed they had committed against me when they stole my most precious possessions; my unborn children.
The raptors fell back from the swipe of the mammoth T-Rex so-called ‘ruler of the land.’ They had failed their duty in finishing off the second beast. They turned back in shame, defeated and fleeing. The drained Tyrannosaurus left them to return to their pack as it searched for its dying mate in sorrow.
As it limped towards her body, it disinterestedly noted the scattering hunters. It scoffed at them, with its last puff of breath, as an added encouragement for them to leave in peace. Sobbing in ruin, it swore revenge on the assassins. Robbed of life’s joys, only vengeance gave it reason to live. It collapsed against the lifeless body and closed its eyes as it gained strength for its approaching hunt.
The Missionaries
I died that day. The day my love was lost, so too was I. That awful gloomy day shall never be relinquished from the detailed record that is my memory; wretched thing. Now all that is left of the burning fire which spread warmth within the confines of my inner self is a smouldering heap of ash whose empty coldness brings constant shivers to my spine, ever reminding me of what was and shan’t be again. Hopelessness lines my broken heart, a shield against any happiness, trapping inside only pain and fear. Fear for change, fear of love, fear of the plague of happiness that threatens my well-being and survival. For what is happiness but a promise of pain to come? Moreover, love, a dark, evil emotion that lurks about, waiting, under the guise of a bringer of joy, to strike surely and deeply, tearing you down to a pit of hatred and depression.
Hatred is the only REAL feeling; always honest, never hiding its true intent. Hatred is the only thing we can trust in this cruel, pitiful existence. We only exist to hate and hence, to destroy all in an attempt to save unsuspecting victims from the sinister crimes of those scheming emotions; love, joy, ecstasy. These conspiring diseases trap us in an addicted state of false enjoyment leaving behind a trail of hurt and misfortune. These are the most intoxicating drugs of all.
Their evil accomplices; sympathy, pity, empathy and hope, are but distractions, weaknesses which leave us vulnerable to even greater suffering. If we succumb to these temptations, we will find ourselves bruised and bitter. In our bewildered state, we will lack the strength and will to fight our dangerous foes, blindly following their misguided, destructive causes.
If we are to succeed over these greedy, misleading forces, we must let our anger control us, allow furious rage to overcome these vicious tormentors. Bring the tyrannical overlords down and drag their bodies through the dust as a message to all so-called ‘do-gooders’ This is the gospel I preach: Satan wishes not for suffering, but to protect against those blinding forces which intensify the depression it causes.
That is why I chose to kill them: so that I could save myself from the torture of heaven, and to end the dreadful storm that lingered over their ambitious and proud relatives. My only wish is that I could have saved them from themselves. They were missionaries, peacemakers; breeders of the filthy curse of happiness. I made it my duty though, to avoid their suffering.
They did not see, nor feel, deaths choking grip, as I was cunning enough to drug their systems during their short recess at the local café. It only took a sleepy driver and a well placed fishing line to catch the legs of the speeding horse’s and send the unconscious victims over a high altitude cliff... to the creepy, cold corners of heaven.