The Secrets Of The Old Tomb

3rd Chapter: The Targets

There was never a time that came like this moment in my life. Four people were standing apart on my front, positioned as the West, East And North on the compass – and I was at the South. Four throats waiting to be slit. Or four necks waiting to be twisted. Or four skeletal bones waiting to be broken. Or four hearts waiting to be speared.

I stared at them evilly, planning silently how will I satisfy myself with each of their deaths. There were so many that came inside my playful head. I looked on whose at the Westside, who was ogling to the East one. Then I moved my eyes to the little, poor, powerless girl in the East, who was wearing a disgusting blue dress. Why would she choose to dress so horribly in a killing fight? She must have run out of clothes in her closet. Her eyes might be as green as a leaf, but they were red in my eyes. She was enraging too. And from her, I directed my furious eyes at who was at the North: A repulsive guy in a green jumpsuit. Not green as these trees’ leaves. Much like to soldier’s green uniform. And a pair of black boots. I could see its long lace around his neck to lessen my rival of breathing oxygen. The amount of hatred towards this guy was incalculable.

Our eyes were not fixed on just one person. It was clear that my targets were also theirs, yet including myself in their eyes. Our eyes moved from one person to another, filled with utmost rage and the sudden urge to let someone else’s blood cover our bare hands merely for our extreme happiness.

Nothing had ever broken the silence between us four. I was waiting among the three who would begin to attack whoever first, but it seemed like they all have the same thinking as me. We were just in our fighting stance, on and all ready. My fists were hard that they already started to tremble.

I was, or we are, were standing fixedly somewhere in this wide forest. I was not sure if they can hear it too, but the birds’ notes were not amusing. Like use, like the moose earlier, like the eagle and every animal, it had the intense feeling of dissatisfaction, as if it wanted to kill its kind or any kind too. Yet, after short attention to those unmelodic flying imbeciles, I focused on would I win the fight over whoever the nut heads in my eyes. How would I finish their lives without letting them hurt or touch me?

I planned on finishing the small first – the blue-dressed, enraging girl, and let the repulsive guy in the jumpsuit and boots, whom I planned to kill secondly, fight the enemy on my West. Small enemies were easy to handle, so I would go to them first. I saw them as weak, and their bones were easier to break. My only problem was not getting those two other enemies targets my first kill, thinking they also thought killing smaller than them was easier. I had to make way for them to execute one another, and whoever wins between them – I did hope one of them gets killed by another, would suffer twice the torture I formulated inside my burning head before death. And I extremely hope that the guy in a jumpsuit gets the victory, so I would be the one to end the brief moment of triumph he ever had in his entire timelife by dispatching him after many torments. I did not know what came to my head, but, among the three of them, I really hate this man to be seen by whoever, including me. It just added up to my never-ending desire of wanting to kill anyone. I wondered if he ever did feel the same thing to me or towards his other enemies. I hoped so. That would make this fight interesting.

Surprisingly, subsequent what seemed to be five minutes ogling back to the guy in jumpsuit and boots, when I wanted to move my whole body to terminate the youngest of us – because nobody looked like to have a gut to do the first lethal move, my whole body was suddenly frozen, as if I was having another usual sleep paralysis. I could see and hear what was around me, but something held my body back from moving a single muscle.

It felt as though I was a robot – being mercilessly controlled and was being told what should and shouldn’t do at a certain time. At that moment, I thought I was told to wait a little longer and that I should plan on how should I end the life of the enemy on my West, only if that nut head won over the guy on the jumpsuit. I was not thinking about his painful death that much, but I still have that wish to kill everyone. It was just the North and East enemies were my most favourite to torture ‘till their laughable and haunting death.

Bewilderment for my unmovable body swirled for a moment.

Then, without a minute having passed after my muscles instantly froze, the little, blue-dressed girl attacked the jumpsuit guy on his crotch out of a sudden. That was when the enemy on my West and I got our reflexes. Finally, I have fully control over my body. I saw the jumpsuit guy curving his back, placing his hands on his private part, moaning in pain. That made him weak. And the fearless little girl took that open chance to finish what she started. My enemy on my West joined her. I was astounded and very irritated at the same time that no one came to me and assaulted me. Did they overhear my head talking about their ruthless death that they seemed to be frightened by me? If yes, then it’s good. I want them to have an idea of what I would be doing to them before their grave. If they run their scaredy ass away, then that’s no problem. I’d be able to hunt them anyway.

Regardless, hating to see got assassinated by someone else, I sort of helped the jumpsuit guy lessen the attacks he was getting from the two by grabbing the little girl’s blonde hair away from him, dragging her like she was the carriage and I was the horse. I saw her having a hard time to get back to her feet while I dragged her away. Due to the excessive and satisfying pain I was causing to her head and hair, she was kicking everything her feet touches. I did not care bout the scratches and wounds she was getting from those hard sharp rocks, pointy twigs and as a blade as wild grasses. She was helpless on my hands. I should never underestimate her again, just like I did before she had her first attack. It shook me to see a child – especially a little girl – that was quite brave and strong to kick a grown-up man in one of their weakest spots so perfectly.

But what she did was she just gave me another reason to terminate her before anyone else.

After dragging this ugly-dressed despicable blondie not half a mile away from the other two enemies, I took her head with my empty hand, released her hair, and knocked her to the ground with my biggest and fiercest punch yet. That one went on the side of her right eye. The sound of my fist as it hit her and the sound of the grasses as she fell were comforting. I was thrilled to do it again. Even more, I was thrilled to do much worse than that. I was starting to like this moment, and, for what I knew while I was there and keeping my eyes on her, I brought out my most evil but hysterical smile. It was my best feeling so far. I could feel my blood circulating with joy through each vein in my body, especially on my muscles, giving me strength. I knew I could do more.

The soon she looked up at me back – it was no longer than ten seconds subsequent to punching her – she shrieked boisterously. Her mouth was insanely at its utmost open, like her jaw evolved into a dinosaur’s. Her eyes were wet. There were a few droplets of tears below her cheeks, but it wasn’t something to pity. I was sure that nobody was feeling pity towards anyone at the point. We were each other’s enemies. In fact, looking at her hideous face as she carried on screaming, blondie’s enraging. It was so evident because: first, without her knowing, I hauled her hair and hit her, which she probably did not see coming; and second, my strike caused that much pain for her to scream – as a typical child would when her favourite doll was taken from her. Her brows were meeting above her nose, and her screams were not still dying, which drove me displeased.

Without a doubt, the other two, who surely were killing each other, heard blondie’s abominable scream. I, who was uttermostly displeased the seconds it got to my head, craved that mouth to be crushed.

I just hoped, whichever they heard it or not, those two dunderheads would ignore their sorroundings and leave this little blondie on my blood-craving hands. After all, I assumed they were enjoying each other’s greatness in strength and pain. For a moment, while, in miracle, still having the patience to listen to blondie’s ear-splitting scream, I wondered who drew blood first to who? And who was winning over who? And what was that feeling like if one of who already wounded the other who? I was eager to feel it from this blue-dressed crybaby.

And, so, I did not took any more moments to listen to her unpleasing call for sweets or candies. After that short wonder on that two other enemies, I raised my right hand in the air and, without blondie’s awareness as her eyes were closed while she did her obnoxious orchestra in the middle of this woods, hit her on her left cheek. The sound of the termination of her scream, together with that gruntling sound as I stroke her on the cheek, was never more satisfying. I felt the very best feeling yet. I could do it again. And again. Over and over until what was left on her cheeks were bruises and red. Or until I finish taking her teeth off from her mouth. Or until I crushed her jaws like a helpless little walnut.

Getting back on her position again – she did not fall on the ground this time, although she nearly had lost her balance – she glared at me so evilly and full of rage that it was the first time I received such a menacing look after all the eyes I stared to. Nevertheless, I was not afraid of whatever she was planning to me. Surely, it was nothing against to what I was currently planning to end her miserable anger on me.

Here I was, underestimating her. It felt good, actually. And it felt like it helped me find the strength to twist her neck. Or took her heart by hand.

Anyhow, what was started must be finished instantly, especially where exhilaration gradually began to bloom. I’ve seen a million ways of putting blondie’s existence to a satisfying end here – where my vicious imagination about this exciting event came from.

Without letting more seconds come to pass, I, once more, raised my right hand, formed into an unbreakable ball, and then let it fly directly to my enemy’s cheek – the very same cheek I hit not a long moment ago. Yet – yes, yet – to my utmost surprise that suddenly turned into great anticipation, she blocked my second attack and, simultaneously, strike one punch going into my abdomen. Of course, I dodged it. I was trained for moments like this.

Then, we stopped our first limited series of attacks, ogled at each other, planning our next moves all while we heard one on the other duel – or two of them – screaming for life.

I hoped the jumpsuit guy, who looked like a soldier, was winning over. It must be me to end his breathing. But it would be better if I were to finish his enemy, too. I knew I was not the only one among here who hungered for someone’s expiration to a great extent, yet I very much love to be greedy at the point. I needed that.

Following that particular point, on the spur of the moment, an oddness came to happen unpredictably. I was not sure if I was the only one who felt it, but my right temple sensed this sudden throb as if there was a pulse connected to my heart located in there. After that, my head flashed a not-so-vivid picture of this blue-dressed hideous blond lying on the ground, blood as her blanket like she was having the torture from the bitterness of extreme cold. Next to her, inches away right on top of her head, were a pair of strong feet firm on the grassy ground. Those feet belonged to me. I was looking down at her, and that was where I definitely saw the most odd thing while seeing this picture.

On my hand was a hammer-like shaped wood, dripping blood from the head. My other hand, however, was at rest. Relaxed. I saw no force nor threatening energy surrounding my fingers, yet, like the weapon I was holding, it was dripping blood – not only certain if those were mine or blondies’. I could see my chest pumping after that intense head-to-head. And then there was my face, looking down at my victory. It displayed no emotion. Neither an evil smile of triumph nor a gesture of desiring more. I felt that I wasn’t happy when I saw myself in the vague image, which was very disturbing to me. I took that as an immense insult because I was so sure I would have that feeling of elation I desperately craved from the death I could give to every living being.

That, obviously, was not how I wanted to feel when I did what I intensely desire to this little Alice in the blue dress, so I convinced my head to trash out the picture and return my senses to the physical world. And, so, I managed.

But, just right after I did, a force from something strong hit my right temple on point. I fell to the ground with sudden total blindness and extreme dizziness. For a minute, my body couldn’t move a muscle – not a simple flick or an inch. I was paralyzed. Then, I began seeing more of those vague images, only this time, neither blood nor the desire to kill was ever present for me to feel. Each flash of a picture lasted one second or less before another. And, there, I saw not only me or the little girl but also people who, I sensed, I had warm connections with. To me, to see myself with other people smiling was flabbergasting.

I was never more insulted than this time. How could I be happy with whom I wanted to end to fill this void inside me with contentment? I hoped not to see those images again.

Because no matter the effort I would try to fathom what those indistinct pictures meant, I would never betray what I was presently feeling.

It was late when I realized that my blue-dressed enemy had done a high kick – I was surprised by that. It was also late when I felt my blood running from where she had kicked me. Was that how really brawny her instep to cause such a wound on my temple?

It was thick – the blood was – but I did not mind. Although I was in a state of inordinate giddiness, that never stopped me from getting on my feet and fighting back. Yet, the soon I had my stance and was ready for a triumph, the oddest of all odds never truly ceased in that current situation; little blue-dressed Alice was gone.

She disappeared in the air, or so I thought – because I perceived no trace as to where she could have gone. One thing that summed up in my muddled mind was the question, “Why would she run away from her enemies when she, too, have that desire for bloodshed?” I could not think of an answer, rather, the more I asked myself for an answer, the more I became irate at her. How I wished at the very moment that I should have twisted her neck after I dragged her away from the other two by her hair.

Regret really was always at the end of every situations. Think not that this was the end of it because I didn’t see it that way. Wherever she had concealed herself to, I could and would find her and have that tasty, little heart cold and hard. I should.

I directed my head everywhere – north, east, south, and west. There was nothing. No sign of her. As time ran forward while trying to locate a trace of her after she escaped my jail of sight, I was turning into something more life-threatening than a deadly beast due to my infuriation with this b***h. She enraged me to the fullest I could eat her alive and pour down my anger as I chewed her flesh. The fingers on both of my hands, which were curling into a hard ball, were enough proof that my head was red over her. I felt my blood running down from my palms as I clenched my hands too much than I usually did whenever I expressed my anger.

‘No, I shouldn’t fail to find her.’ Without voicing those words out, that was the only answer I could gave to the question I had in mind. That wasn’t even the precise answer I was looking for. But, anyway, it was to have something to hold on to.

I was now moving my body 360 degrees to make sure I had searched enough for a sign. I kept spinning while maintaining my eyes keen for a few seconds longer, and as I did so, my ears suddenly landed on where the two guys were. The sudden silence over their place, where they kill each other for happiness, was another thing that turned my head perplexed. Were they both killed by one another already?

What a shame! No one had any idea how I was feeling at that particular time – the outrage was too much, too alive, too strong to feel it could have separated on me and create a living body on its own. I wanted that jumpsuit man’s life in my hands!

Subsequent to more moments on the same spot and stance where that ungrateful hideous kicked my temple, finally, I saw her once more – at least a trace of her. There on the east, there were a few tiny torn pieces of blue cloth on the dead and dry branches. Choosing to take the life of little Alice in the blue dress over the jumpsuit guy, as that was what I desired and planned earlier ago, I ran to the east with hope.

My anger, somehow, began to cease. And as I sprinted in the same direction, the desire in me began to be out of my focus.

I passed the fallen, dead branches – I didn’t have to examine the torn pieces because I knew who those belonged to – when, out of the blue, my body felt heavy and weak, especially my head. The dizziness was back, and I sensed my right temple pumping harder than my heart. My pace started to become slow. Until, without having a sense of what was around me, I collapsed to the grassy ground.