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Dark Balance |
| Written by David Monroe | |
| Saturday, 08 December 2007 | |
Nature is adaptive, so much that if a child is born blind, his other senses can compensate for the loss of sight. Most of the documented cases are in line with what we've all heard or read, people will use one or two of the other senses to make up for the one that is lost. This "balance" is our physiology's way to help the sense impaired to function. It all has to do with sensory input, a man with four senses will get about the same amount of sensory input as a man with 5 senses because of the stronger working ones. It's a perfect balance.
Lucas Kriegor, born in Louisville, KY was diagnosed Deaf with severe autism was selfishly put up for adoption and remained in keep of the state as his needs growing up were not in the realm of foster care. His issues were abrupt rage, and violence. He was kept in what could be described as solitary confinement. His mental state was less than average; his IQ when it could be measured was around 60. Because of his mental issues people who worked keeping him were cruel, regular beatings and mental abuse were the norm, he knew no difference.
One doctor did however show some interest because of the growth of his cranial cavity, you see this side effect as it were, is a sign of him generating some form of savant intellect. None of the physiologists could find any abnormally above average intelligence. Dale Headstrum was an unknown researcher of these types of neurological defects, he often cruised these institutions in hopes of tripping on a subject to study. Dale had indefinite patience with Lucas, even though some of his bouts of anger were directed towards him, one episode resulting in his arm being broken. Dale frequented Lucas's files, and visited him often. They became familiar with each other, though any kind of positive rapport was not possible.
Dale was focused on him tenaciously, pretty much through out Lucas's entire adolescence with no sign of savant intellect, though several physical signs pointed towards something brewing up there that weren’t normal. Normal cranial growth of autistic children peak around 2 to 5 years, Lucas's head grew at a steady rate between birth, and age 7. To Dale’s dismay he never found any signs of anything out of the normal, though this fact didn’t detour him from continuing his work with him through his adolescence.
At the age of 16, he was a thin malnourished introvert who could not function even in simple conversation with anyone. He almost literally lived inside his own mind. At this point he was out of any institution, homeless, and with the inability to even approach anyone for any reason, he lived like a rat eating garbage, and living in the sewers. The stereotypical picture of a crazy homeless person pissing in the streets would be pretty close to what people see.
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One day passing a pawn shops rear entrance between garbage can searches, he found himself witnessing a violent robbery; a middle aged couple who owned and operated the establishment were being tormented by the four would-be assailants. The neighborhood wasn’t on the good end of town, but Lucas’s main worries about the situation were to not be noticed, he was very fearful of any kind of human contact, positive or negative.
One of the criminals took the male proprietor out to the alley near where Lucas was hiding, and simply shot him in the back of the head execution style, and went back in leaving the ruins of the store owner in the ally by his feet. Seeing this man lay on the ground had a profound effect on Lucas, and for the first time in his life he felt his mind clear, this situation somehow changed him and then for no apparent reason walked into the back door of the shop. It wasn’t to help the sole air to the establishment, the clarity that just bestowed upon him was something that he never experienced, and this clarity simply compelled him in.
Lucas felt invincible with his now functioning faculties, so he did what instinctively came to him, and broke a near by display case and took a cheap katana sword knockoff out. The assailants almost laughing at the spectacle of the strange kid wanting to take on four armed men with a ninja sword took a pot shot with the weapon one of them had and hit him in the lower torso grazing his side, he fell to the floor. He was instantly taken back mentally to a less than invincible state as the realness of it all set in, still he stood back up. With the attention of the criminals now focused on the bounty they thought they had. Lucas took the sword, mind you he never held one before, and threw it with extreme accuracy and impaled who he thought was the dominant person of the group through his head.
The other three men seeing this dazed for a second stared at their companions still body, and back at Lucas staring strait at them, they then started shooting while he took cover near the female store owner still in shock, not really caring at this point what happened next because of the already extensive loss of her husband. Looking at her face and actually understanding what she was going though was new to him, before it was just him, his feelings, his survival and nothing more.
These kinds of variables never entered his cognitive processes. Now he felt compelled to take this data he was receiving from her and react with an end result of all four men brutally bludgeoned to death, one about a half mile from the store after Lucas chased him down and killed him with his bare hands. He had the sword, but felt it necessary to feel the personal connection of taking his life in a personal way.
He spent the rest of the day basking in his clarity, almost normal excitement filled him as the future looked bright, and he somehow fixed what was wrong with him his entire life. For the first time he slept in a bed, at a homeless shelter much like the ones he’s avoided his entire life because of the interaction of people he no longer feared, he laid silent and slept deep.
The next morning he woke with his eyes still shut, trying to remember where we drifted off the night before only to realize that he was in the middle of that shelter and the crowd within. He sprung out of his bed knocking people and furniture over alike as he fled, all his fears had returned. To his horror the clarity that he had the day before was also gone, even worse the experiences of the previous day were with him like a distant childhood memory, he could not remember the faces, or the smells. The only thing he took from that experience was remembering how the clarity felt, which in huge contrast was not with him; he needed to feel it again.
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