Chapter One: Vengeance, A Demon’s Whisper

I found myself sitting on the cold concrete floor. Lost in my thoughts as I stare blankly outside the window. My reflection can be vaguely seen from the glass. My hair as black as night and my purple colored eyes emphasizes most of my facial traits. The dirt mixed with the rain makes my clothes more muddled than usual and yet it doesn’t seem to bother me.

The dirt is starting to make a mild clutter on my face, which traces the trail of tears that fell from my eyes. As I stare at the gloomy sky outside the window, I’ve observe how the raindrops fall from the sky to the ground filled with dust and how after a while turns all the dust to mud. It’s like a summary of my emotions, of my sentiments.

However, the artistry I found in the weather distracted me from my thoughts only for a while. It’s only a matter of time before another flashback of what happed earlier consumes all of my attention.

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It was noon but the sky was already cloudy and dark. The breeze of the wind keeps me company as I wait for Julianne at the park. There were not so many people at the park, probably because of the bad weather. The lack of color of the scenery and the absence of people makes me feel dead. But just when I was starting to get bored, I saw Julianne from afar.

Her mocha colored hair with her white cotton hair band makes her stand out, grabbing your eyes attention. Her feminine attractive body has an alluring way of walking towards somebody. We’ve been dating for a year and three months now and I’ve noticed that every time we meet and she is walking towards me, a smile always form automatically on my face. But somehow something seemed different.

The expression on her face as she walks towards me sends me millions of signals that something is not right. Her swollen eyes, makes it obvious that she’s been crying recently. I tried to keep a straight smile as she come closer to me as if I don’t notice anything unusual. I’ve seen her cry over the smallest things, so even though seeing her cry make me sad, somehow I learned to keep calm during such dramas.

She distanced herself closer to me that usual. There is probably less than an inch between us. She rests her chin on my shoulder like she was hugging me, but without the hand. I embraced her to give comfort, as if she was still crying. After a couple of seconds she started talking as a burst of sorrowful weeping followed at once. She tried so hard to make her every word sound as she told me everything.

She told me of how she was harassed last night by some man she didn’t know. She told me how surprised she ware once she found a man armed with a sharp knife on her room. How terrified she’s been when the maniac threatened to harm her if she resist as he slowly took advantage of her, taking away her virginity at the most painful way.

I can’t remember the exact words that came out of her mouth. All I can remember is how she sounded so miserable when telling me her sad experience. How in pain she was when she was telling her story and at the same time. And how she’s trying to chock back all the tears that are uncontrollably bursting out of her eyes. And the most thing that I wont remember is how I felt about it. As if everything she suffered and every horror she feared, I bore in ten folds.

The rain dropped, drenching us both in the rain but at that moment, it doesn’t seem to matter. It was a sad quiet moment at the park at that time, and as the rain dropped it felt like the sky mourned with us.

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The rain stopped, leading my thoughts back to me in this dark apartment. I didn’t notice what time it was or how long have I been lost thinking. Sadly, as I felt my heart broke slowly into many pieces, I can feel an anger consuming me. It’s quite funny in a morbid manner to be lost in your thoughts and find yourself eyebrow crossed and grinding your teeth in anger once you snapped back.

The hate consumes me to a point that all I can think about is how I’ll make the man responsible for all of this misfortune suffer. How he deserved to suffer more than the fortune of death. How he deserved to undergo pain, mountains above what he can endure. Were the pathetic screaming of his soul shall provide him with no comfort. Where god cannot reach the lowest of his damned children’s. How a fate worst that hell fit him perfectly.

My hate played over and over my head the whole night. I didn’t get any sleep as I sit at the same spot in the room looking at the same scenery outside the window and thinking the same thoughts.

When I stood up from the floor, I walked towards my drawer to pick up my watch. It was five in the morning already. I have to fix myself up because I have to attend a trial later in the afternoon. There is already a suspect on crime that happened to Julianne. Aside from being there to comfort and protect Julianne, I felt an urge to be there and meet face to face the man responsible of such things.

As I have arrived on the court I found all of Julianne’s family was already there. Some of her neighbor was also there, probably as a witness. Her eyes were as swollen as yesterdays, she seems so weak and fragile at the moment so I dared not to say a word. I sit at where she and her family were. I was not a stranger to her family because I’ve been a good friend of Julianne for a couple of months before we started dating. There is a great deal of friendship as well as the love between us.

After a while, the suspect entered the courtroom. I can tell from the vibe in the air that most of the people here want this man to suffer an ill fate but I can also honestly believe that no one here wants it more than I did.

He has an ugly uneven face with a messy black hair with a hint of gray. He has an annoying look on his face that I want to erase with my fist. I though of hurting him many times when he was walking towards his chair. Yet, I also though that all pain he can suffer from the light frail body I posses is not enough. I want to kill him with my hand. To hurt every part of his body that could feel pain.

I thought this as he sits on the opposite side of the room far front that I was. All I can see from where I sit is the back of his head and his shoulders.

The trial went on as scheduled. It took about an hour before the judge decided that the suspect is guilty of raping Julianne. Although I was relieved about the decision, it didn’t take away a single part of the hatred I have towards that man.

The way I desire for that man to suffer was driving me outside my sanity. I’m finding it hard to breath from time to time. The man was escorted outside the room by two security guards. As they walked towards the door, there was a brief moment where he passed at my side. There was also a moment where he gazed at me with his sadistic maniacal eyes as if he didn’t care about the results.

His expression probably enrages a lot of the people who knew Julianne because there were many of them who were making lots of commotion when he is leaving. They were all shouting at the criminal, I’m sure they wanted to injure him to but the guards were preventing the people to do so.

His stare towards me was very infuriating, as if he knew that I’m in love with Julianne and took advantage of her just for the sake of angering me. I’m a very reserved person and I don’t like to provoke other people with the staring game but at that time my eyes was locked on the criminals stare and was blind to everything else.

Many people were making a noise at the same time so my words that are like whispers was deafened by the commotion. Yet I feel like I’ve caught his attention and he’s listening to everything I say.

Hey criminal

Must be miserable living a life like yours

To live life yet others wish for it to end

To find bliss only in your ignorance

Your parents are probably as disgusted as I am to you

Once they know how pathetic you are now

How low you’ve manage to bottom you soul

And how dreadful your future is shaping up

Words kept on coming out of my mouth as he walks pass me. Because of the crowd in the way, the guards as well as the criminal was finding it quite a challenge to walk towards the door. His eyes shows no emotion and yet he hides it from me as he stares blankly into the floor. Though he acts like this, I can have a feeling that I have his undivided attention.

Your eyes seems so numb right now but trust me

Sanity is fragile

You’d be banging your head on the wall and hoping to die before you know it

You’d be screaming in pain yet finding no comfort

To live a life without ever knowing the taste of true love

And to die just as ignorant

To be born useless and remain the same

And to die without anyone to grieve, without any one to care

To wander the rest of your pathetic existence within the confinement of four walls To savor the poison that is time behind the dull dead cells

To feel life curbing within every breath

Just to die miserable and be sent to hell

God will never reach for you…

As I finished the last few words his face showed emotion. It was pure despair. He broke in cry and his feet lost all of its strength to stand. The guards were briefly surprised by the sudden collapsing of the criminal. They tried to drag him outside the door while at the same time, distancing him away from the crowd.

He’s eyes, once so malicious have been replaced with the look of desolation. He’s life is just as dead and meaningless as before but now, I can see he’s suffering. He will spend his time in prison, remembering at the every second, how pathetic his life was and will be. My words clearly broke the mans heart and shattered every one of his will to live but somehow, I felt contented.

I’m Dion Lyric, an artist. To me having a huge number of audiences to witness your art does not measure the greatness of an artist, but it is on the way you’ve moved the audience with your art that matters.

The title of the poem Dion used was Marching Path to Hell. That poem is my original. I just didn’t have the guts to post it on the poetry section because fictionpress might call it multi-publishing, which is illegal with no exceptions.

This is the first chapter of what I hope to be a long and successful fiction. This is my first time writing a story that falls on the category of super natural so I need all the support I can get. All comments, suggestions, questions and reviews are welcomed. Please Read and Review…