When Life Betrays You
There is one thing separating humanity from death. A single beat, pulsing away, continuous yet not. The object in question is not large, roughly about the size of one’s fist. It’s a constant drumming, pushing the life liquid on and on and on.
The heart is defined as twelve things. Only two definitions are needed now. First definition: the organ that pumps blood through the body. Second definition: a beloved person. Both can be taken away. It’s utterly ridiculous how easy it is to stop the beat of the heart. The end can be instantaneous or slow. Either one is painful for whoever remains alive to bear the hurt.
The heart is what separates humanity from death. The steady beat in a chest is what keeps us all alive. Funny though, how we can’t hear it. But once that beat stops, life is over and death has claimed another victim. In order to stop a heartbeat, one must end a life.
It takes very little material to end a life. A single silver wire, a knife and a photograph was all it took to end a life that night. Sometimes it gets even simpler. A small sphere of metal discharged into a vital organ at a tremendous speed. Easy, done, over.
It’s a game. The careful stalking of the prey, the meticulous planning of how to attack and then the final, calculated charge that will lead to the kill. Some enjoy it, some abhor it and some turn a blind eye. But there are also those who stop it. And some who die to stop it.
This is a story of ten men, a silver wire, a knife, a photograph and a gun. How they all relate to each other is a different matter entirely. Others come into the tale at different times, misleading, helpful, encouraging and protective but these ten men are the main characters in this story. Well, ten men and four objects.
More objects come into the story but those are the main ones. After all, this isn’t a happy tale. It may have started that way but it takes only the courage of a few brave (dishonourable but brave) souls and the dark danger of the mind to create chaos and havoc.
The human mind is our greatest tool and greatest weapon. By using our thoughts, we can create wonderful ways of healing. But we counteract by creating powerful tools of destruction. Ironic how humanity can kill more than it can save and we were supposed to be the keepers of the planet. But that’s the dark power of the human mind. And sometimes, there is someone who is consumed by it. And that’s where a downfall begins.
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It was a dark rainy night. He could hear his footsteps on the ground making soft squishing noises. His heart was filled with purpose. He knew that he was doing the right thing. He walked into the dark building. How often he had seen this place before and yet, he never knew what it truly housed. But that wasn’t the point right now. He walked forwards, knowing it would be okay.
He was running, hand in hand with another, trying to find the spark of light, the glimpse of hope that would allow them everything they had ever wanted. It couldn’t happen again. It wouldn’t. He had tried so hard and all of his efforts were wasted. But he couldn’t hate the other. He could only hope that he would be safe.
There was a loud noise and pain erupted through him, all too familiar. It seemed an age since he had felt something like this. His grip weakened and he fell. He heard a soft voice call him and he seemed to spiral into darkness, hearing the voice call to him as he spiralled towards oblivion.
“Sungmin, Sungmin!”
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