Black Rainbow

He couldn’t stand it any more. He stared out the window of his second story bedroom. At the riverside across the street, a few younger boys played soccer. He smiled at their childish innocence. Then he sighed as he remembered that portion of his own life. There had never been innocence for him. He had never been allowed to show innocence.
He was different. At least, that was how his parents put it.

“Wait! Milo please don’t do this! We love you! We don’t care if you’re different! Wait Milo, wait!” He grinned, revealing two sharp canine teeth. She had taken a while to dispose of. He had always been fond of her, but she couldn’t be allowed to live. Not with her imperfections mucking up his world.

His mouth curved negatively as he remembered the creature that had claimed him as his own. The image of dark brows, always drawn together, came to him. A frown matching his own materialized. A sense of untamed power came with the image. He chuckled as the image morphed and changed leaving an older and much weaker form in its place.

Oh, how that man had challenged him. Calling him all sorts of beastly names, torturing his artistic soul and mangling him in ways no other living being could. He shivered at the memory of that beast’s hands on him, how he had violated him.

He shook the memory from his mind. He would not let the memory of the dead haunt him. He smirked as he remembered the pungent odor of burning flesh penetrating his senses. He had made sure to let that one suffer.

He looked back from the window down at the notebook in his lap. He tilted his head in mild curiosity at what he had written. He hadn’t even been thinking of her yet here was his only good memory before him in black ink.

He remembered that night well. It was the first time he had dominated another. It had been his first taste of undeniable power. He licked his lips at the memory.

He could see her again, tied to the desk, fear clearly flashing in her eyes. Her lips, bruised black from his force, trembled as she tried to force her words out.

“P-please stop… This isn’t… ugh! This isn’t you…” He chuckled now, as he had that night.

“This isn’t me? How would you know?! Nobody ever took the time to know me! How the hell would you know the real me?!” He again felt the blood singing through his veins as he cut into her flesh again. She shrieked in pain and he chuckled again. Finally, he was giving his pain to somebody else. It was their turn to suffer, not his…

His image became distorted with red blotches and then vanished. He sighed peacefully at the memory of his first release.

Calmly, he flipped through the pages of his notebook. He stopped at a short verse.

Crazy

Some say eccentric. Others say free-spirited.
I say crazy.
Some say special. Others say strange.
I say crazy.
Some say queer. Others say weird.
I say crazy.
Some say odd. Others say unusual.
I say crazy.
Plain and simple. Crazy.

He chuckled at the memory of this release. She had been a foolish one that was sure. She was too trusting; too giving. He had used a different method with her. He sighed as her image came forth from the recesses of his mind.

Long blonde hair danced about her shoulders as she struggled to escape his grasp. He cackled manically and threw her to the ground before him. She scrambled to stand but he stomped down on her with a booted foot.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He pushed down with his foot harder, wrenching a gasp of pain from the young girl. From the pocket of his baggy pants he drew a small vial. He captured her face with one hand and restrained her with the other. He removed the vial’s stopper with his teeth and placed it at her lips.

The pungent odor of ammonia reached her nose and she immediately clamped her mouth shut. He chuckled at her resistance.

“Aw, you aren’t gonna make this easy for me, are you?” She simply narrowed her eyes at him and tried to get up again. He pushed down harder with his boot on her back and heard a sick crack. He grinned as he continued to say, “Don’t you know that this is for the best? With people like you, there is no happiness in the world for people like me? Don’t you know that I’m doing this for the good of our world? It will be a much better place without you in it.”

With this, he pried her mouth open and force-fed her the ammonia. When he was sure the vial was empty, he took his foot off of her back to watch the results.

She futilely tried to run away, bent double from the extreme pain. She staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, eyes bulging and mouth gaped open. She began to go into series of convulsive jerks and finally went still.

He chuckled. She had been a beautiful, though a bit unwilling, test subject. He looked down at the notebook to find his favorite poem written in gothic lettering…

Flames of Fury

Flames licking the flesh from her soul.
Tongue rubs skin raw, then chars bone.
A welcomed sensation. I laugh at her pain.

Tears and silent screams.
Glass cloak drawn down bare back.
Shatter! Break glass. Break! Break!
Can you hear me?
A smile drips blood.

Frozen soul, burnt body.
The turning tables change my luck.
Unmerciful guilt, without remorse.
Judgment day. My turn. Scene.