Hi all, this is the prologue of my new story pls don’t forget to drop ur precious views and suggestions about this one. Love u all n Enjoy…
SERVED COLD – UNLEASHING THE BEAST
It was raining heavily, the heavens poured furiously. The small wooden cabin in the middle of the vast sugar cane plantations stood defencelessly against the storm, the wooden walls soaked in water reeked of the danger to come. The woman inside the cabin was going through a storm of her own, her peace was gone. She looked at the child meticulously trying to cover the leaks, her eyes filled with tears thinking about their fate. Her trance broke when a bright yellow light flashed inside the cabin through the small window, they were caught she thought and hurriedly pushed the child inside a small wooden cabinet “what’s wrong mum” the child asked innocently.
The woman hugged her child one last time planting a warm kiss on the child’s forehead “you have to be strong” she said “no matter what happens don’t come out, don’t flinch don’t scream don’t move, not a sound” she warned and closed the cabinet ready to face her fate. The weak cabin door was broken and the demons stepped in, the demons of death who mercilessly tortured the poor woman, but she was as strong as the storm she didn’t succumb to the pain. Outside lightning and thunder ferociously lashed out at each other it was impossible for a soul to hear her screams and who would come to the middle of nowhere amidst the storm to help her, there was no saving her now. Through a small crack on the cabinet door the child saw and heard everything but frozen the child stayed afraid of what the demons will do. With an ounce of life still left in her the demons left but the child stayed frozen still afraid of what the demons will do if they came back.
Drenched it tears
Bound with pain
Shadowed with fear
Pregnant with memory
A loud thunderous sound broke my dream, I was sweating profusely it was normal every time I had this nightmare. Lightning stroke and it came to my attention that it was raining again, it has been raining for the past week. I used to love rainy days when I was young but am grown now, rains reminds of her. It was raining that night too, the night she breathed her last I was only ten then. My little heart felt her every pain and that pain grew up with me, it’s the inflicted deep down in my bones. I watched her the whole night as she unwieldly laid on the pool of her own blood she must have been so cold but I didn’t flinch. I saw her in anguish but I didn’t scream she was writhing in agony but I didn’t move, I didn’t make a sound mum but you did, you wailed and I can still hear you so vividly even after all these years.
Numb was my body
Sweaty were my palms
Freezing was the impact
Tears kept me warm
My phone buzzed and I was forced to see the time, it was 6:12 and I hadn’t slept through the night, again. I rolled off the bed and walked to the window, it was quiet now it had stopped raining. I closed my eyes and her face came to me, I remember every detail of hers. Her sharp nose, her big round brown eyes, her chubby cheeks. Her smile, I miss her smile the most, her smile was magical every time she smiled at me I felt complete. I opened my eyes and my gaze fell on the calender kept on the table near the glass window, it was the 18th, seven days remained to reach the marked date. August 25 is a very special day for me, it’s her death anniversary. This time am going to make this date more special, it’s the date I have chosen for my revenge. It started on this same date 16yrs ago and am going to initiate the end on that same date, the demons should feel honoured am giving them such an important date. I have waited for this day all my life, finally am going to find peace, just seven days till I quench my thirst for revenge.
To complete the circle
The past I will repeat
To defeat the demons
I shall unleash the beast
Have you ever wondered why they say revenge is a dish best served cold? If no, then let me tell you. Revenge isn’t only about returning pain to those who hurt you, revenge isn’t just about setting the scores and it’s definitely not about getting over the bad memories, revenge is a way of giving the perfect end to a sad story. Revenge isn’t child’s play, it a challenge that only the strong headed can take, it a religion that only those who dare to persevere can worship, revenge is a game that only the cold hearted can play.
What happiness can one get from someone’s tears if you ask, none. Revenge isn’t about getting happiness, it’s not about right and wrong, revenge is the fight for peace, inner peace. When you have nothing else to lose, when only your enemy’s sobs can kill the voices in your head, when only destruction can construct the the walls of relief around your heart, that’s when you are ready for revenge. When revenge is your only way out you need to be cold, every sense in your body has to be numb, every emotion known to man has to be alien with you. You know only one feeling, you live for only one feeling and strive for only one feeling, vengeance.
The beast is here
With sharpened claws
With roars of wrath
The beast warns
“It’s time” I said and roughly packed my suitcase, taking all that I had prepared. I caressed my mum’s old picture and my eyes gleam with an unyielding determination that even death can’t break, it was time for revenge. Days later I was walking outside LAX, I had reached my destination. My feet weren’t trembling like my will they were firm, my hands weren’t shaky like my mind they were composed. My heart was steady just like my plan, my vision was clear just like my goal. Los Angeles was the same way I left it, laid back and calm. But that was the calmness before the storm, my every breath warned of the hurricane I was bringing that will turn this peaceful city into chaos. I smirked at my own thoughts. I glanced at my phone and smiled, it was August 24. A soothing chillness ran down my spine with anticipation, it was time to put my plans into actions, I have every detail carefully planned out. So demons beware for hell is about to fall, vengeance shall be mine.
To unleash a world of hurt
I reborn from the carnage
Reddened in blood
I swore revenge
Okay, here I am again with another story, am so nervous about this don’t know why. Am biting my nails to know your response.
As u might have known from this short prologue this story is about revenge but when lives are involved is better to once ask oneself, is it worth it?
Thinking to make it a short story but I know me, once I start writing I go on and on and on so don’t know how many chapters will this story have but will try to make it an SS.
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