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Written by David Monroe
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Saturday, 15 December 2007 |
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 After his experience Lucas found himself on the edge of suicide with bouts of depression that even his past child hood experiences could not compare with. If he could only obtain this clarity again, he would do anything to experience it. The only thing that he had as a token from that time was the katana he took from that display case. He cherished and protected it as if it were his best friend.
One cold rainy night in one of the usual places he drifted off to sleep, he was awakened by another vagrant innocently landing on top of his cardboard dwelling after he fell climbing out of a trash bin. Needless to say Lucas was pissed, and faced him with the range he’s always had with any situation like this at first, but then he calmed down, and thought to himself, what if death was the key to his clarity. He drew the sword from his rain drenched oilskin overcoat.
The man he faced was a hungry middle aged man, malnourished, and littered with different colored garbage bags to keep the rain off and an endless layering of clothing. It was a hard thing to be comfortable in this kind of weather, but comfort was the last on his mind as Lucas and his eyes fixed on him which seemed to convey some form of burning hunger. Lucas could not hold his word with stillness; it almost looked like he had difficulties standing, his mid was racing of thoughts of regaining the mindset he once experienced. So he went in swinging the sword with the agility of three legged horse running the Kentucky Derby.
The first couple swings were missed as neither was well versed in combat of any form. After a few close misses and one good connection with his right thigh; he went down. Lucas taking advantage of this took a swing at his neck attempting to decapitate him. The tip of the sword hit the ground before a mortal wound could be dealt. So he tried again just to take a horrid gash on his chin, again the wound was not a deadly one. The man was bleeding profusely with his chin hanging off of his face suffering horridly, still Lucas kept swinging frantically finally killing him after he suffered a very brutal and painful death. In the end the murder he just committed did not award the goal he was seeking so passionately to obtain and his depression continued, though the guilt of his empty kill weighed little on his conscience, which oddly enough was something that his mental disabilities gave him. Or at least when he didn’t have his clarity as he will soon find out.
Copyright 2007 David Monroe
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Last Updated ( Sunday, 16 December 2007 )
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