THE HUNTING

THE HUNTING

THE HUNTING

It was the darkness in his stare, and the danger in his eyes, which made my heart skip a beat. Moreover, it was the slither in his walk, that made me cringe. As a matter of fact, it was his cold smile, that convinced me of the evil living in this decepticon, as if a serpentine entity had seeped through his body, and taken over his entire nature. But, why had I not noticed this phenomenon before? Perhaps his heedless charm had masked his psycho persona, or could it have been the imposter syndrome he had so cleverly cloaked? Indeed, this man was a class actor, always the victim, but never the villain. I am not so sure but something eerie about this fraud screamed danger inside my bones. In like manner, the dark cloud that hanged over his head, brought in the negative energy through him, that made him appear as if accursed. Yet, what mostly gave him away was how strangely silent he became, almost mute, never speaking, always mirroring, a manslayer, often bayed upon innocent souls, trying to snuff out their light, which irritated his demons.

Again, the devil was in the smallest of details of this fibster, an empty shell of a man, a brutish creep, hiding his true nature behind a myriad of masks, camouflaging his venomous nature inside a callous smile, an incessant charmer, disguising his covert affairs in plain view, a shape-shifter, a two-headed serpent, one way in the sun, and another under the moonlight. I tell you once more, that evil lurked in this villain, the kind of evil that could be only be unveiled through the vision of the third eye. A dangerous foe this phony was, like a snake hidden deep in the grass, he barely showed his dirty hand. Moreover, he seemed mentally distorted, continuously fighting the imaginary, and at times engaging with shadowy figures, as though he harbored malevolent entities, in the ways he worshipped danger and glorified death, in the times he smoked weed and popped pills, in the moments he was bent on hanging around the women of the night, and drunk himself to a stupor, as though he itched to soak in everything diabolic.

Yet, how did this cheat manage to have everybody fooled? Just like a smooth criminal, he knew how to cage one with his allure, chain another up with his lies and deceit, and play the other false with his devious games. Unfortunately for me, I was once a victim of this dark villain. Long before my fatal encounter with this rebel, I was a happy-go-lucky type of girl, with sunflowers and rainbows in my head, and daydreaming about a beautiful tomorrow. Little did I know that, I had both attracted this wretch into my sunny life. This foul barbarian unleashed the monster that was laying quietly inside of me, the moment he dug his killer fangs in me, as a result; took away my innocence, killed my virtue, and changed my persona, by conjuring up darkness that threatened to dim the light that was shining inside of me. All over sudden, the world did not seem so rosy anymore. Consequently, the pain and heartache made me slip into the realm of gloom, while the sorrow and shame dimmed the light in me, forcing me to sink further into obscurity, and deep into the edge of extinction.

As a consequence, I embarked on a witch hunt against this scammer, and in my quest for retribution, I switched into combat-mode, and morphed into a hellion. It was an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, or nothing at all. He did not see me coming at all, on account of I did not let him see the bitter storm that was churning inside of me. The truth is that I was terribly scorned, and nothing could silence the harmful thoughts that screamed inside my head. On the contrary, I was all up in arms, ready to teach this imp a lesson, and finally put him in his rightful place, below my feet. At first, I played it cool, like the naïve girl that I once was, watching this fiend with keen intent, while he gave himself away bit by bit. I became intentional with every step I took, and every move I made, with a mission to bring down this marauder once and for all. Furthermore, I spied, and stalked this predator every single day, plotting, and planning behind his back, hoping to hit him where it hurt the most. Unbeknownst to him, the hunter had become the hunted.

What’s more, I could not help forming in the mouth, every time I came into contact with him. My ultimate desire was to put this devil on a stranglehold. Subsequently, I went too far with my revenge plan, which took the wrong turn for the worst. In a moment, somewhere between plotting and planning for his demise, I slipped in to the sunken place, where my sanity left me, as if something took a hold of me, as if another being had taken over me, as if there was an intruder inside my head, over-shadowing my will power, and ultimately causing me to bend to his will. Needless to say, the spirit of revenge had consumed me to the point of destruction, and in my quest for avengement, I let the devil in, and he began wreaking havoc in my life. All I felt was deep hate for everyone and everything, and I was not able to mask it, no matter how hard I tried to. Consequently, my visage drastically changed, from a brown glow to a black crow.

All in all, I continued to viciously stalk this selfish goon all over town, inadvertently mutated into his image, and by mirroring his motives, I had become him. Necessarily, I closed my eyes tight shut, to block the ugly realization from roaming in my head. Why would God not understand my intentions? All I wanted was to expose this man for all the terrible crimes he was guilty of. The more I obsessed about this rogue, the more I got traumatized by night terrors, even in broad daylight. A day in the wake of my miserable existence, I must have fallen into deep sleep, when the sight of an angel overpowered me. He was on flight, carrying my numb body away from the shadows, and towards the sun. I was confused, with many questions in my head, but before I could get to question him about anything, the rays of the sun soaked me to my core, cut the energetic chords, which tied me to this wretch, and for once in many months, I felt like myself again.

When I awoke from deep slumber, the throbbing pain in my head was gone, and so was my insatiable need to self-destruct. My mind became so clear, that I stifled the urge to burst into a song. In a word, the nightmare was over. All I needed was another peaceful night sleep. As for the grifter, I never saw him again. There was a wild rumor, that he had mysteriously vanished overnight. Nonetheless, I am fully convinced that karma took him far down the realm of justice.