Part 3: The
Attack
The letter said
the attack was coming in two hours. No war would be fought, it would
be a slaughter. As it stands now, only two people inside of the city
know about the attack. The worst part is that they have no power over
anyone. They could tell anyone they want, and no one will believe
them. This is the situation that Julia and John find themselves in
now. John was an object of death, but only in times that he did no
fighting. He used the natural need for certain things kill his
victims, even fire was unfamiliar to him, despite having lit his
first kill on fire. He was twenty-two back then, and a college
student. He never learned her name, but heard that she was twenty. He
came across her along one of his 'calming' walks in the Gatineau
hills and ended up shooting an arrow through her stomach. She began
screaming and he panicked. With his homemade bow in hand, he knew
what he had to do. The second arrow hit its mark, right in between
her eyes.
He
almost left the body there, but decided to try and conceal who she
was from the world. Let's
give them a little game. He
had thought. In mere minutes he had already set her on fire (he had
planned to make a campfire), and he watched her body boil and melt at
the intense heat. Back then he only knew the basics of fire, but now,
several years later, he has long forgotten the look of fire. He spent
so much time in the dark, he forgot what the light looked like.
“John... What
do we do?” Julia asks him, staying close to him because she doesn't
know where else to go. Fires would burn and destroy it all in a
matter of hours. Nothing would survive, not if the men in suits got
their way. The window's blinds slide closed by John's hands. The
light disappears and they are left in the strange world that the
ceiling lights create.
“We don't
have to do anything. We can escape if we leave town now.” He says,
ice encasing his heart and his words. But a fire burns underneath
that ice, melting it from the inside. Conflicted feelings arise
inside of John's head. Can I really just leave? Or am I trapped in
the grip of a thousand lost souls?
“We can't
just leave!” Julia screams at him, thinking that he is out of his
mind. “We have to warn them at the very least!” John's head
begins to hurt, causing him to shake his head. The pain stays, but
finds an ally in Julia. “We do! What sort of cold twisted person
are you?”
“I am a
murderer. I've killed thousands of people before, people I believed
to be guilty. This is just another murder I'm committing, I just have
to leave town so I don't die as well.” While his words signify a
cold halfhearted person, he can feel the want to help creeping up
inside of him. This want to help scares him; it's an evil thought.
Evil like the sun shining on the meadows. Evil like the innocent
child playing ball.
“You weren't
always a murderer. What were you before that?” Julia's voice seems
to glow as it speaks, bringing John to a different world entirely.
“John Mason!”
The teacher calls out to the small third grade class. This is the
year he'll meet her, a girl of his dreams. He has many dreams at this
age, some while he's asleep and some while he's awake. By the time he
will turn thirty-six, those dreams would be all but forgotten. A
younger version of John raises his hand and opens his mouth, but no
words come out. “Oh there you are. Say hello to John, class.”
John has just
started his first day in a brand new school and nobody knows him.
Only one person will come to know him, a classmate by a name long
forgotten. What he will remember would be her black hair, near-black
eyes, and light brown skin. Even in the darkness that comes to
surround him in the future he remembers her. She becomes his first
love, and perhaps his only.
“Hi, John.”
That girl with no name says to him at lunch time. He's shy and can
hardly speak to boys his own age, yet alone a girl. What doesn't help
is that he thinks she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen,
something even children understand. In the years to come, mostly high
school, many boys his age will chase after this one friend of his for
her beauty. But she will reject them all and continue to wait. No one
is ever quite sure who, or what, she'll wait for but it will never
come. A sad fate it is, but fate cannot be changed.
“I was a
fool.” Present day John says. “Nothing else.” John closed off
his heart, and his truths, long ago. Perhaps he closed it off after
she left, but he'll never be sure. Currently, he's oblivious to the
ice melting inside of him. But soon, very soon, he will be unable to
miss it. The fire will consume him and destroy everything he's become
in the past twenty years.
“You were
innocent once. Now let's go. We have to spread word.”
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I have way too much time on thursdays. Between writing parts of this story and studying for class, I actually go hiking in the woods nearby and write poetry when I am bored. While perhaps I might want to put more time into my creative writing and focus on one story entirely, the dreams I have when I am asleep cloud my mind. Of course a poem I conceived in Literature class is the one that most represents that dream of mine.
By Day,
A haunted man I wander.
By Night,
Twisted dreams and ideas I ponder.
Her hair swings from left to right,
Tormenting me in the dead of night.
I see nothing but her until I wake,
My beating heart does she take.
I follow her much like a god,
Praising her like she is god.
She sees this deep within me,
A crazed love, forever to be.
By Day,
A haunted man I wander.
By Night,
Twisted dreams and ideas I ponder.
The dream was spent with her, a girl you may see start to appear in many of my stories. Dark hair, dark eyes (much like my own, but much nicer) and light brown skin. I share classes with her, but there's always been this barrier between us. Something keeping us from going near each other. This something fascinates me, but I still wish to look into her world. Anyways, I've rambled on for long enough, time for some work.
-Zero
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