It could have been easier, so much easier, if he had only decided on another course of action that late evening’s night.  I ponder back on it now, and a thousand words of terror still haunt my mind.  What was the damn fool thinking?  Could the situation at hand, have been handled in a more civil way?  Possibly, but I’ve yet to regret a single second of my actions.  Those, of which I’d love to explain now, even though my words may not give that evening the absurd justice that it deserves.  I shall never forget this, even though many a time, I have desperately tried.  To some, this could be the truest story of love.

It was well after dark, a breathtaking night, a sky full of stars, and I was returning home from a lovely evening with my dear sweetheart, Emily.  She was, and still is, no- let me reiterate, she shall always be, my entire world.  My heart forever belongs to her, as does Emily’s belongs to me.  Fortunate, this night, she was in need of rest for another laborious day that awaited her, therefore I opened my home’s door alone.  What waited, was an ambush of more than just my senses.  Fate was about to teach several lessons.

My rusty key opened more than just the wooden door to my home that night.  It opened my mind to a cynical beast that lives deep inside me, that I never shall invite into this world again, god be willing.  The only reason that I speak of this now, is that I feel that my darling Emily was mysteriously in control of my heart, during the bedlam, of which I regretfully utter now. 

No sooner had I taken my first few steps down the long hallway, all without yet any illumination to fill the dark void of my space, a figure silently approached me from behind, knocking me to the floor.  For only a brief second, I was made senseless, a direct blow, this was not.  This, in turn, would be an unfortunate mistake of his, as now my confusion had merged into an uncontainable rage.  “How dare this coward! How dare he besiege me, and in my own household of all things?” 

Somehow, amidst the chaos, amidst the pandemonium, I managed to reach a lamp, lighting the room, in which the onslaught had just begun.  Still reeling from pain, mixed well, my anger.  I couldn’t help but be thankful, that my Emily had not journeyed home with me during this outlandish evening.  As I caught the first glimpse of my adversary, I had no fear, as odd as this may sound. I rapidly transformed from the gentleman I was earlier in the evening, into a madman.  Oh, I cannot explain enough how it all sickens me, even to this very day.

Our struggle took only seconds, as this fool had soon realized that he had mistakenly met his match.  A life changing experience, it would be for this cretin.  This I should clarify, “a life-ending experience, yes, that’s it!” This a more appropriate interpretation.  My hands trembling with gallantry, controlled by another force, using my body for its deed. 

As I easily overwhelmed my assailant, I stood there over his still conscious body, as if he was slowly waking from a nights dream.  My, how he only wished this was his scenario!  His weapon of choice this evening, a cleaver, sharpened for death and destruction, was now in my possession.  I sit there patiently, like a hawk on a fence post, scouting his next meal.  Only I was waiting, waiting for him to fully wake, and as soon as he did, I knocked him cold, once again, just for the pure thrill of it.  What possessed me to do what I did next, I will struggle with the rest of my years.  I can’t describe though, how right it felt at the time, and possibly it was?  Control of myself, had not been mine for a while now.

To Emily, I bewilderedly spoke “I need your touch now, something that would bring me back to this earth, and away from this time that I detest. Without you here, I feel that I must exact revenge upon my intruder, for he was about to take me from you, and from this world that I know, and for this I cannot let be.”  I still fight with those words now, wondering how much of this thinking, was truly my own.

With the cleaver poised ready in my hand, I hastily hacked away at his limbs, first his arms, and then his legs.  Blood covering everything in the room, including the smile upon my face.  I continue this madness, until they are attached to his torso no longer.  All of this, while his ruthless heart still beats, begging for the blood that is now pooled around me.  Yes, I used everything in my power to keep him alive during this bloody nightmare.  As he finally awoke, screaming like no mortal has screamed before, I laughed.  I stood there and laughed.  Both arms, and both legs, laying at his side.  The twit couldn’t even roll over, much less stand.  I took great pleasure in torturing his body, as he screamed for his life more, and more, and more.

I proceeded to remove his eyes, all while I spoke to him, in words that I do not recall, and I never hope to.  Knowing that I was the last person that he would ever see.  Remembering, that just hours earlier, he thought the same thoughts of me.  Gratification overwhelmed me, as I continued to slice his body into hundred of tiny pieces, until his life slowly drifted away.  The most painful death that one could ever suffer.  Yes, this was my goal, and oh how I did succeed!  My home on this night had turned into a place of horror, so unimaginable, I’ll tell you.

After disposing of his pathetic body, or those parts that remained, I thought once again of Emily, of which my poor heart now pined.  On this deranged evening, I turned from a man, into a monster, and then back into a man, only never to be normal again.  My love for you Emily, it took me to hell and back, and in my state, I still felt you there with me at times.

Oh- you devil!  Oh- how I still adore thee!