My Horrid StoryThe Queer Bullies’ Fate
A
chilly gust of cold wind in the spooky darkness made the atmosphere more
sinister to Roman's frightened dispirited sight. He couldn't believe his
eyes. How in the world that shadow came to him? He, a tormented teen whose
bullies made his life miserable at his former school. Now, amidst those somber
guys, he was the king of the jerks...Finally, payback had a sweet flavor... His
foes were terrified to see his not long ago source of income and fun was in
front of them, despite his languid appearance, Roman was empowered.
A strange feeling of
desperation and solitude invaded Karl, Kenny, and Kent. For the first time in
years they felt exposed, defenseless, and surreal. How were they kidnapped and
brought to this wuthering heights where nothingness was the ruler?
One another in a
repeatedly timeless effort, they tried to console each other, even reminding
themselves, from time to time, that this was just a nightmare where Roman was
not a guest, but an intruder whose sole purpose was to make them fathom their
past errors.
“Please”, they prayed,
“What are you gonna do to us” “ We are just youngsters, irresponsible, but not
that bad”. “We ask you for forgiveness”. “Roman, please, please, forgive us and
release us, let us go”. Suddenly, the gigantic shadow showed up and chaos
was the king. Neither Roman nor his former bullies could stand it, they were
all kneeling down to the floor, asking for blessings from the Almighty.
The shadow spoke with
a thundering voice... "I came to help you Roman. Do you remember those sad
nights alone at your home? Always asking for a way to revenge? Now, that I am
giving that chance to you, do you dare to invoke the Lord? I am the very Lord
of the obscure...I am making from you the instrument to inflict a well-deserved
punishment to your enemies".
An amoral dense energy
powered by the evil made the room even heavier. The poor guys were astonished
at the moment the shadow was transformed into a man in black garments and a top
hat that immediately took off letting see his shiny white hair. Right after,
with his golden cane, began to hit all Roman's ex-bullies to death. Mercy was
not in his dictionary. The now howling wind seemed to be conspiring for nature
not even to be quite aware of the slaughter happening. The teens’ screams were a
reminder of the pay you receive if indebted to the devil.
All of a sudden,
Roman, still kneeling, started exulting God with all his strengths to the point
that the satanic being turned in to see his reddish face and told him to stop
since he knew no pity. He went on saying: "In my realm, I am God, the
punisher, and my thirst for bloody souls is insatiable". "You are
mine forever more, I am your miracle". “This is part of your training”.
How repented Roman
was, but it was too late for him and his evil peers whose lives were doomed by
the terrible fate of having met the devil himself. Right now, Roman felt
as if he were victimizing those three diminished beings.
Roman's soul had
belonged to this specter since the very first time when he gave room to those
dark desires of excruciating his fellow bullies. From now on, he would be one
of his black fallen angels, always coming to instill the bad into somebody
else’s soul. He would be immortal, but at what cost? He had lost himself under
low instincts where there was no escape.
Be careful of what you
want to do to your fellow creatures because evil is always inside, around,
everywhere, ready to help in exchange for your spirit. Can't you listen to his
voice? He is now in this room, by your side, embedded in yourself, in your
mind, in your heart, in your soul... "I am ready to help at your command,
jajaja".
By Miss Odilia Pérez
E.L.A. Teacher
