The Abyss Stared Back

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An unknown man never to see the light of day again reminisces about his indulgence into insanity after a tragic event from his past.

Submitted: September 29, 2016

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Submitted: September 29, 2016



The Abyss stared back


Life always had a way of kicking me in the shin, standing up I think this feeling the Cold dull shackles caress my ankles jangling like it was christmas! Never in my life would I have believed I would be serving, let alone a life sentence especially in a place where moss may as well be jungle vines. It wasn't always like this though, I had a family once, wife, kid they were the best thing that could have happen to me, the joys of my world. But it all ended one day coming back to my house from town, it was a beautiful house deep red that the charming blue sky complemented so easily stood burning a deeper red then the house itself, my family, t..t.t..they were slaughtered. Nothing was stolen nothing, was missing, just my burning house with everything still in it and my murdered family. This was just for fun these monsters killed my family for nothing more than cold blooded sport. By then I had buried my family and was mourning thier death, and two things were going through my mind right then, where are these scum, and how can I kill them. There was  no way I was allowing them to slaughter my family without giving them the justice they deserve which was the same suffering they gave my family, death.Somehow by a stroke of luck the bandits were so nit witted to leave tracks in the direction they left, it had to be them we were to far away for anyone else's tracks to be here so I got my blade that I received for serving in the army. Tracked them down and gave them a more gruesome death they could have ever imagined to give my wife and kid. It was beautifully gruesome  blood staining my blade looking at the destruction I just created, and the scary thing was is that I enjoyed… no not enjoyed it I LOVED it. The gruesome scene in front of me giving me a sick pleasure I shouldn't have felt but I did. It terrified that such a big sin as killing would give me suck pleasure  but it did and I enjoyed that pleasure so I kept killing. My morals and sanity breaking more with each heart that stopped at my hands. It was sick, gross, and disgusting but I enjoyed every second of it. The beautifully bloody masterpieces I made with each swing of my sword brought me pleasure and helped fill the hole left from my dead family. But eventually like most things in life that started to bore me and would bring me less of a thrill with each terrible sin I committed and eventually I had to start doing worse and worses thing to bring me out my boring regular life. Alcohol was the only thing from keeping me in reality when not out looking for a thrill to bring me back to life. There came a point in all of this that my morals all but shattered. I felt nothing from anything but how can this bring me pleasure. I all but gave up a normal life even with my dwindling sanity and already uneducated background I knew I couldn't go back to a normal life.I've done so many disgusting things that I don't think there is one of the 10 deadly sins I haven't broken at least a dozen times. Then the urge started. The need to take what was taken from me all those years ago families, Innocent people, I could hear them all the people I wronged in my head making it seem right a way to cope for my own pain, and the screwed up part was… I started agreeing with them my sanity gone, morals out the window only thing I was living for, for finding a reason to live, my reason to exist, I was doing anything to stop myself from letting my thoughts linger to those thinkings. But deep down I could still see my family looking at me in disgust from seeing the monster I've become and I wouldn't blame them, thinking back now I've done things that would be called ‘crimes against humanity’. So I decided if I wasn't going to keep going down this path and I didn't want to do the deed, I decided to go out with a bang. I planned it perfectly, biggest town in the area plenty another guards to apprehend me so I did it, went there went to the bank started demanding money and ran into the middle of the road and waited for the guards to come. I didn't have to wait long and I put the best show I ever have my, experienced fighting ability easily countering the guards sloppy form, But all good things must come to an end and eventually the guards overcame me and arrested me. With the arrest I had no surprise I was sentenced to life, rotting away in a scummy cell no better than a cave,and here I am. Sitting in a cell not even for an animal. I chuckle now taking the sharp piece of metal out of my hiding spot in the cell, and I think of a quote I heard once. 'He who fights monsters should be careful lest he thereby become monster. And if thou gaze long enough in the abyss , the abyss will also gaze into thee' (Nietzsche). If i'm going to die it will be on my terms I think this as I slice  into my flesh, feeling no pain just the feeling of oozing liquid gushing from my arms, I start to feel tired. I think I'm going to take a nap I think as I lay on the cold stone floor, I really do hope I can see my family again but who am I kidding. With the amount of inhuman acts I've committed I'll be lucky to end up in the deepest pits of hell. Finally I feel sleep overcome me, and I lay down doing this with a smile on my face the last thought in my clouded mess of a brain being,

I stared into the abyss and, the abyss stared back.

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