Imminent Volition

It’s been years since I have come to realise that I will never get salvation. No matter how many I kill or enslave I will never find peace or minutes of silence from this hell hole. There is an uneasy feeling of finishing everything around me if not for the need of people to carry on with this life I would have left the world dry of humanity. The more I sharpen my sword the hungrier it seems to get ready to kill and quench its thirst of blood. People always ask me that in this modern world where guns and bombs have taken over as the favourite weapon to kill from a distance and make a clean hit why do I still cling to the old ways and massacre in a bloody manner where I have to strike harder and soak myself in their blood. But they do not understand what relief I get when I see life taken from their eyes as they feel that they are going to a better place from this wretched earth not knowing what actually lies ahead. I always smirk and tell them it is what it is and has to be this way remembering what delight I had in the previous one where I stripped through the stomach taking out his insides as he hung from his balcony.

Been very hot today and the sweat has taken over me. My clothes are stuck to me like moth stuck to a light and are not ready to leave even though the wind has been trying its best to dry everything. I take out my dear shining under the sun ready to make way to the next soul. It will be a steep climb as the house is on top of a hill. Much as I move forward the ground under my foot seems to be cooler and there is a nice breeze like calling out to be to lay in the shade under the tree and forget all my worries. What a lazy atmosphere! No wonder the owner is one fat cow who is hell bent on eating like a pig and has been bloating since. Unable to move or walk down his favourite hill he adored once he keeps sitting at home doing nothing but drink, eat and sleep. The trees give me a good route to climb on to his roof and get into his house through the window.

The wood creaked when I walked in which surely would have alarmed my prey though it is doubtful in the current set of affairs. It is more likely that he must be snoring away to glory. I walk in from behind him raising my sword to cut his neck apart I sigh, what an easy one it is not even the least bit exciting. And just when I am about to strike he opens his eyes and within a blink of a moment his hands claps my sword and hold on to it as easily as it was a leaf riding on the wind. They are not sleepy anymore but are angry and revengeful questioning me as to why am I trying to disturb his sleep! I jump back as the instincts kick in that he is not as easy as I had imagined. Now he has the weapon and he is no more asleep. Moreover I am in a small room with nowhere to run as the door is behind him. Even if I dash to it he could hit right through me with a slash of my own weapon which I have sharpened enough to cut through steel.

He hit the floor with a large punch of his own hand like it was a table he wanted to create commotion over in congress by slamming it for people to hear him out. I flew rather fell through the rumble my body bouncing over the wood that cracked as the floor fell under the massive attack of his hand. Landing under the sofa I was quite done with and was barely able to move myself in time to avoid the slash he made right through it, cutting it into half. He was angry now, very angry and awake! He shouted out at me screaming right through my ear drums. It seemed like a wild ape had been awoken from his thousand year sleep and was back on earth to destroy everything he ever touched. His house was now a large pile of broken furniture as I pounced up and down to escape his attacks and each time he landed his hands and the weapon to clasp and slice me in between. Everything was in a rumble just like being hit by a tsunami and the picture of a warm home could never be conceived for it.

The fire was still burning in the fireplace and that is where I got my plan. Our ancestors used to same trick to ward of wild animals in the days of Stone Age. I took a log, it was hot but the evading the present danger was far more important than my burning hands. And the beast reacted; he pushed back and also left my weapon right there in front of the giant pile of furniture broken in our commotion. I dropped the burning wood right on it and grabbing my dear jumped out of the house. The flames engulfed the house and everything light up with a loud blast shouting through the skies. He screamed inside as his skin melted and burned under the heat. I clicked a picture to assure my payees that the job was done. There was a pain in his voice which was so similar to all those I had heard every time I struck my prey. They all seemed to scream the same way, grasping at life trying to think they could still live and yet knowing there was no hope shouting in anger that their life was coming to an end, yet at the same time their voice also gave away the hate they felt for me for taking away something so precious from them. Very few indeed had the faint shine in their eyes like they were waiting to die and were happy I killed them. Such few I could never understand for as long as they had lived they had made it sure that their life was hard to dissipate.

One more soul eaten and yet I am still thirsty for more! So I walk along now the job done and time for me to head back. To get on with yet another task of taking down another lost soul that had lost its meaning to live on in this world. Though I personally believed that they had every right to live life they wanted to live it and as long as they would like to but there were certain authorities which though it as a waste of life source. They said such people hog on the environment and as such are a hindrance to the growth and survival of humanity and that is where I came in. the assigned servant to take away their miserable lives and silence the questions of the worried world whether their existence would hamper their lives or not. A selfish world indeed but all good for me as I had got a meaning in my meaningless life and an existence useful to the world.