"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."
Edmund Burke
PROLOGUE: The 'effects' following these events happened. The characters though rearranged are real representations. Whereas the scenery and logistics were enhanced for dramatic effect. The essence of the story remains intact. Two lovers viciously harrassed and wounded inorder to be seperated. The aged monster mentioned below is on a prowl for destruction. Though he hides behind the 'guise' of race, position, power and religion, he is very dangerous! He intends to grieviously harm the lovers. Shakespeare could not have said it any better.
"O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A danmed saint, an honourable villain!” ― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
That Story: The blustering wind blows against the girl's loosely worn knitted wrap. She struggles with the howling torrents as clumps of ice begin to fall. She looks around as the last straggling passenger disappears into quickly darkening skies. He was supposed to have been here eons ago, she thought morosely. An elderly couple walked by her with a smile, then walked back to find out if she was okay. She said she was. The kind older woman bends lower to look into her eyes, maybe years of experience or the knowledge of cradling children of her own keeps her from leaving. She asks her husband to give her a hand with the girls luggage as the three walk towards a waiting car.
The girl looks down at the grilled cheese sandwich and her belly coils up. It seems anxiety had tied up her stomach. The kind old lady comes back to the table with a warm glass of milk. She looks on with compassion, tears glistening in her eyes as she listens to this sad story. Suddenly the phone rings, its her girlfriend checking to see that she made it in okay. She acquiesce that she made it okay, but moans that the boy was no where to be found. Her friend exclaims loudly in disbelief. No one saw that coming she adds also. Right now the girl is too distraught to peddle excuses and acquittals. She starts crying as the kind old lady holds her close. Her girlfriends muffled consolation could be heard through the discarded mobile device as the old man looks on in gloom.
Two hours later, the girl hears a beep from her mobile device. She scrambles in anticipation to grab it. It is indeed a text from the boy. He had been delayed, but now he was waiting at the station platform for her. The kind old couple offer to drop her again, but she declines. She could not bare to have them drive back alone in that treacherous weather. She calls a cab instead, loads her luggage and heads towards the station. When they get there, it is just as desolate and frigid as when they had left earlier. No one was in sight, it looked like no one had been in sight for a long time. She is perturbed all over again. What kind of wicked, heartless and foolish prank could this boy be playing. So very unlike him. She feels a very frustrating and exasperating lump climbing up her throat. She must drag the luggages away from the wet and windy platform. As she moves swiftly against the wind, she hears it....
A faint whimper, barely audible against the crashing wind. She turns and heads towards the origin of the sound. She stumbles over debris as a plastic bag clings to her shoe. The wind has knocked over the garbage pail and she jumps to the side to avoid the rolling vessel. The platform is pitch dark as she scrambles to locate the sound one more time. She hears it again and practically lurches towards it. Thankfully, her mobile device has a built in flashlight. She makes out a form, it appears human, laying by the wall of the ticketing stall. She moves closer and flashes the light from the device. There sprawled on the floor and drenched in a pool of his own blood, with a knife hanging from his back was the boy......
EPILOGUE: The girl sat hurdled with the broken body waiting for help to arrive. She constantly applied the necessary compression to stop the bleeding, praying as she did. Then in the coldness of that wet dreadful night slumped on a hard cold ground she falls asleep:
Scene 1: The tailed creatures pranced around in jubiliation. Fangs hanging out in revolting glee as they relished in the price of a neighbours life. They were too high to have regrets and besides every toy was at their beck and call. Their loyalties lay with nothing and no one but with the crispness of those notes and the vicious calls of local and foreign sorcerers. As long as the depraved and sold out orange logo would roll it out, they were there to play. But alas they know not that even the mightier ones never could buy tomorrow. Only ONE could tell. For always in the end lies the question: "How are the mighty fallen?"
Scene 2: Yet another celebration erupts. The pale sorcerer and the witch besides him who has a title but won't fill the role. They stumble in what should be a dance as their counterpart makes music for them. They have connections in that far away land riddled with betrayal and corruption. Their vagabond informant whose only form of education is to steal what others have toiled for, must always bite every hand that feeds him. He has his own group of petty thieves and together they join forces with the circus above. Maleficent (the witch superior), is aroused from her blood sucking leisure and man-killing ventures. Together with her equally guilty best-friend, they volunteer their useless opinions. That 'town-crier' with an empty life must deliver whatever signs that scales those skies.
Both groups converge in unison of the joy of accomplishments. The aged sorcerer is bent on destroying the girl's life. Should he not tend to the witch seething and spewing bile besides him? The sold-out institution feeling special at the sorcerers attention, are not aware that they will never get any cent from him. He is stingy, vicious, cruel and heartless to say the least. His concern is to ruin the girl for spurning his advances.
All the cohorts march proudly to their drawing room to device more heinous and fiendish acts. They do not know though, that in there lies a pit waiting specially for them. A pit whose blazing inferno remains forever insatiable.
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