In this story I am going to describe to you a story of mine. A story that has never been told before in the history of mankind. A story so deviant that it shouldn’t even be spoken about. This story may strike you as a fictional one, but I assure you that the words that are going to leave to my mouth are true and nothing but the truth will be in this non-fictional story.
This story takes place in the heart of Scotland. North of the Nesse’s hideout, in a small village named Beauty. That village was my own village. My hometown. The place where I grew up, where I spoke my first word. The place where every crevice of every fence was familiar to me and finally the place where I took my final stand…. However, you won’t find this village on any map anymore, because I destroyed it! I vaporized it, I damaged it beyond repair, and most importantly I eliminated the very essence and soul of the village. What I left standing was a holy sanctuary of God. The reason of my pity for the village chapel was its services to me. God helped me destroy, as I say above, the spirit of the village. Because the village was why I was forced to kill so many innocent people. I don’t mean the houses and the allies of the village. I mean the cruelty of the village which can only be found at the depth of it. But you can’t find it at the surface where the mighty T-Rex’s bones hide. No, you need to dig deeper where the core of the Earth gives life to its inhabitants. That is where you will find the village’s true nature. There every creature which was unleashed from the Pandora’s Box found home. You may ask why I cared. I cared, because it affected the villagers. The devious heart of the village had encompassed them with its acute brutality. They were acting in a nasty way against me, because I was a mystery to them. I had fought against the mighty village’s power with great audacity, which infuriated it and tried to seek revenge against me with any possible way. The villagers had isolated me to my own world where anxiety and the profound feeling of fear about the soul’s next move ruled. They alienated me as if I wasn’t even human. But it wasn’t their fault, and that’s why they are innocent. The village has made them cruel in order to revenge me. The village’s plan was to make me feel lonely and desperate. However, he failed. I persisted not to allow him to avenge me.
To destroy it I needed a plan. So full proof, so shrewd, so flawless that even the Lord would admire it. Unfortunately, such plans don’t happen overnight. It took days, weeks, months of pacing, thinking, writing, screaming, breaking, and lying to think up this marvelous plan. But I had to do the above with great dissimulation or else “it” would suspect my intentions.
I decided to execute my scheme on a rainy day, because the rain of the sky would soon become the tears of the heart. The plan was ingenious, divine and effective.... First I began by putting together a mechanism which was controlled by a remote. That mechanism produced a tiny flame, which would finally end up into a giant explosion. How that will happen? The answer is simple. I positioned them where the Beauty’s petrol tank was and at every single house’s petrol deposit. It took time and patience, but the result was worth it all. I also prayed at the chapel for it not to be demolished. I ran away from the village gazing upon it for the last time. I reached the top of a nearby hill from where I would watch the result of months work come to life. There, however, I stood not being able to find the courage to kill these innocent people. But then I thought it’s my duty to put them out of their misery and pain that the village had inflicted upon them. Then I vehemently rose my finger and pushed the button of destruction. A sudden blast of hot air hit my troubled face, while a bombardment of screams and crackling was being heard. The biggest satisfaction of all, however, were the flames. Threw them I could see the core’s pain and agony. They were licking the houses as if they were honey. In the middle of the flames was that little chapel intact. Suddenly I felt this new feeling. A feeling not of anger, but of derision. I felt like a fool that I feared such a ridiculous thing.
I kept on living my life as a priest at that lonely chapel and anyone who passes by has the luck to hear this story. And you are one of them….