The Author Gambit

Right. Back on topic this session. I considered deleting that last post, but Pinza didn't say anything about it so I don't think I'll have to.
Anyway, I wrote a short story a ways back. It's still in its infancy, but I hope it'll be somewhat entertaining. Ususally, I'm pretty... against posting my writings on the internet.. for copyright reasons (In that I don't want people copying me (Paranoid, I know)). So, this story didn't take me that long and I thought it was pretty cool, so I don't mind losing the "Rights" to it. Anywho, here it is:

Prey

I looked into his eyes. I saw happiness. I saw hate. I saw need. I saw fear. I saw
his being. All of this while just walking down the street. Same with the next guy, and the
next girl, I could see who they were, in just one look. I walked to my school. Talked to
my friends, learned their secrets, saw their fears, their hopes, and their lies. I knew witch
stories were true. I knew who each of them were. Worst of all I knew what they thought
of me. In the group I'm not the leader, I'm not even the smartest, fastest or the strongest.
Except that I can see.

 I walked to my first period class. The teacher there, he was a cheater,
cheated through school, cheated in taxes and cheated on his wife. He didn’t like me at all.
I think he knew I knew. I had learned the hard way that people do not like to know that
you know their innermost secrets. My mother, a decent woman, was destroyed by guilt, a
wrongly placed guilt. She had beaten a man, who had tried to rape her, to death. She was
terrified of what she had done. I asked her about it once. She slapped me and told me
never to ask about that again.

 Second period. That teacher, a very nice lady indeed, was pure,
clean and uncontaminated by the sins of life. Break. I talked to friends, reviewed their
fears. Nothing had changed. Ding-dong. Third period. The teacher was an alcoholic,
never graded our papers, and hired a ho or two from time to time. He was a terrible
teacher. I saw his death happening in the next couple of days. Ironic. A drunk driver,
while driving drunk himself, would hit him. I chuckled as I walked by. He snarled at me.
It made me laugh all the more. A change in his emotions made me stop laughing. There
was something in his eyes. Bloodlust. There hate there too. And, there was buried deep in
his soul, murder. I shudder came over me, his anger was not at his life like it usually was,
but was focused in an acute point, and directed, at me.

 I shivered again. I had seen murder before, but never aimed at me. I choked, I freaked, I panicked, I got up and asked if I could leave. He said “no.” I swallowed, and sat down. He looked around.
Looked at his pencils, pens, his rulers, the scissors, the keyboard, an umbrella, looking
for a weapon. I prayed then, prayed to god that I would make it through this period. The
bell rang. I started. I smiled. I laughed. I was safe. I was alive.

Then it hit me, literally. A .22 caliber round penetrated my ribcage and broke out the other side. I collapsed and fell to my knees. In a sick, delusional way, I remembered playing horsy with my younger
sister. I was in that position then, and now. Blood dripped from my mouth and chest. I
coughed, coughed blood. Then the second bullet hit. Entered through my upper back and
exited out my leg. I fell onto my stomach, rolled to my back to look at the ceiling.

He towered over me. And then, as my vision darkened he said; “there isn’t room for two of
us” with the weapon pointed at me he pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the ground right
next to me. He drew the firearm up, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger for the
fourth time that day. He fell to the floor next to me.

 I looked at him. There was something in his mind. Not something, someone. And then it was in my mind. A conceptual parasite. A mind taker. Brain eater. Thought leach. I sensed its mind
then. Evil. No thought, just move from one host to another. And so in one day I had gone
from master and predator of all those around me, to prey, cowering in the inner darkness
of my own, scared mind.

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Okay so I was gonna write something about being an author this week but frankly, I'm too pissed to really bother with that right now.

So, do you guys remember just a little while ago, when Osama Bin Laden got his face shot through? (If you don't then you live under a rock) Do you remember when people were cheering in the streets, waving signs, grinning happily? Do you remeber our society celebrating the death of this man? Do you also remember the topic of the death penalty, and all those years we've been taught that "Killing anyone is wrong"? Yet there we were, celebrating not the possibility of victory in a war, but the death of a single, derranged man. I'm not saying we should've been sad. But frankly this hypocrisy enraged me. I believe in the "Eye for an eye" philosophy, especially when it comes to killing. But most people, in their glorious, righteous idiocy stand firmly with their illusions of all life being sacred. Where did that belief go when this man died? So we see that the "Great People of America" are hypocrites, and I despise that.

And on the topic of the despicable, let's veer off to the lovely world of politics. I've always known politicians were full of crap. I came to the realization that their "Debates" and "Discussions" were nothing more than a couple snakes slithering about to end up on top long before AP Language, but now I know just how much manipulation they pour into their statements. And exactly what to call their little rhetoric ploys. It's like Howard Beale says: It's all bullshit. You turn on the TV and that's all you get. So I don't turn on the TV anymore as a, shall we say, "Bullshit Filter".

But what is one to do, when hypocrisy and bullshit get past the filter? What does one do when the bullshit is coming from a person one cannot feasably filter out? One waits til he's 18, and shuts his damn mouth.



*I'll be back on topic next week probably

On a side note, I'm gonna laugh if I get in trouble for this post, because honestly, that just proves my point.