by Guest on 07 Dec 2004, 18:21
Return of Monstrum
2004-12-07
Lay in barracks. Looked ceiling. Brooded. First time, felt wounds. Hurt earlier, in battle. Now pain. Blood from chest and legs. Strange. Never felt earlier. Must be ill.
Got up. Very tired. Looked mirror. Saw ghost. Not real ghost, but almost. Walked out backyard. Young recruits playing nade-game. Blood and fingers everywhere. Very funny. Should be. Was not. Must be ill.
Sky was grey. Mud on ground. Felt very strange. Suddenly realized: No bloodlust!
Got inside. Packed bag. Met Rubentz on way out. Gave shovel.
"Wont’t need", explained.
"Fight with fists?" asked.
I silent. Left Elbenshovf.
Walked hills. Forests. Days and days. Feet hurt. Legs hurt. Arms hurt. Chest hurt. Head hurt. Saw badger once. Not even hungry. Walked past.
Finally sat on stone at lake. Watched self in still water. Dark, old forest. Rotten fallen trees. Moss and lichen. Must have slept. Fell into water. Shock. Cold wet woke me. Struggled tangling roots. Strange feelings. Hidden in brain. Something forgotten. Old things returning ...
And then, suddenly, my mind flipped around and stabilized in a familiar state of crystal clarity and control. All of my long lost memories returned, and once again I was myself. Myself, as I had been, before I meddled in things that man was not meant to touch? No, not quite. The beast I had unleashed, unwittingly, was still there, though his violent urges and desires for the moment was slaked. I could feel him in my chest. And now, unlike before, I was able to admit his nature as a part of my own.
"I will keep this name they have given me", I declared as I reemerged from my cold and watery grave. ”As a reminder, yes, and as a sign of acceptance.”
I returned to my comrades as quickly as my weary legs could carry me. No one recognized me at first. Apparantly, my appearance had changed to reflect my inner self. So they fired their weapons at me. Luckily, their aim had not improved during my absence. I was in no real danger.
"Hold your fire, imbeciles!" I cried as I approached them.
"It is I, the beast i your cage, set free at last!"
There was surprise in their eyes. I smiled benevolently at them, and gave them a few patronizing pats on their heads.
"But the cage is broken now, you see. The bars can no longer hold me. I have escaped the House of Pain," I said.
The faces in front of me were blank. They didn’t understand. They had, most likely, not even heard of H. G. Wells.
"I speak of Conscience, of course, and Morals and all those artificial bonds I used to fetter my soul with. I even made this concoction you see, an alchemical experiment. I tried to separate my vile and vicious side and be rid of it altogether. But I failed, of course, and turned into ... that beast, that Monstrum ..."
Creventz picked his nose, rolled the snot into a little ball and flicked it away with his finger. "Who haz broken ze cage? Stoopid. Where schall Monstrum schleep?"
"No, no, no," I protested. "I was speaking metaphorically. My violent, animal side, you know. I no longer deny it."
I shot one of the young recruits with my pistol, to illustrate my point. Creventz scratched his head in confusion.
Then Maharaja appeared, at the doors of the kitchen, with his turban replaced with a chef’s hat.
"Nade brunch prepared. Oh, yes. Badger, rice and curry. Bring plates or helmets. Got knives and forks in chef’s hat."
And everyone ran off, instead of listening to me. Anyway, I’m back. That’s what really matters.
//Monstrum