I wrote this during the course of two days, if you have the time (maybe about 10 minutes) I do believe it to be "worth-the-read." Please do not hesitate to add any constructive criticism or comments, enjoy!!
The Beast With Green Eyes
It was on a dark day that Hicks entered into that school, and it was an unfortunate turn of events that would be the beginning of many that he would suffer throughout his lifetime. From the beginning he was known as an oddball. His schoolmates, while sympathetic, never really dared to venture as to the odd nature of his demeanor. He was a night owl, and was rarely at home in the sunlight. While he maintained good grades, he was always seen as a reserved figure and never talked much to anyone. There’s really no telling if it was genetics or a unusual distaste toward his environment that led him to his psychosis, but it was one that would lead him down a frantic path that would ultimately prove the norm for his adult existence. He was unusually smart for his disposition, a fact that may have been a result of the medications that he took regularly, or simply his character. He wallowed there, and when he was faintly seen by a passing acquaintance would never dare to speak to them aside from what was muttered out of his mouth out of the sheer terror of his surroundings. Towards the end of his time there he became increasingly transfixed on voodoo and the dark arts, although he practiced them so secretively that no one would guess as to the nature of his odd habits.
He always hid his disdain for his classmates, there were a few in particular that he hated. Towards the end, his aspirations towards the dark arts led him to believe that he was of some alternate life form, an alien or a God, he didn't know which; though he did fancy himself a God. While the others weren't looking he was busy concocting spells and potions that he would use to lure the others to him, to somehow kill or disarm them. In one instance, he thought he had succeeded in casting plague upon a classmate, though it turned out to be a case of Malaria that the boy had suffered from after visiting Suriname. Maxton was one classmate that Hicks particularly hated. While both of them shared similar academic aptitudes, Maxton was a scientific genius, and at an early age showed profound knowledge in the discipline of particle physics. Though Maxton knew little of the existence of Hicks, Hicks languished in his magic, always wishing the most insidious of happenings onto his schoolmate. Maxton, on the other hand, stuck to his reading and research, gaining accolades in his sleep it seemed.
It was only briefly that Maxton acknowledged the existence of Hicks. During the course of his study, Maxton had stumbled onto a new equation for particle beam acceleration and was thrown a party in the library in commemoration and aggrandizement of his latest and most profound discovery. Hicks, who had stumbled onto their party by sheer coincidence, hobbled over to where they were all celebrating, sat down and began casting heinous and villainous spells in an effort to rid the Earth of what he construed as ‘Maxton, destroyer of light and plague to humanity.'
“Well don’t just sit there, my boy, you should be celebrating, like the rest of us! This is a revolutionary new theory, and will surely rewrite the books!”
Hicks, hunched over one of his books, as per the insistence of one of his professors, made his way over to Maxton and uttered almost indistinctly, and out of sheer jealousy:
“Well done, mortal, may the Gods not pick at your bones when you are cast down into Hell and sentenced to an eternity aflame!”
And with this most odd encounter, Hicks packed his bags and left the library, leaving Maxton and his classmates to celebrate.
It was years later that Hicks’ luck continued to decline. Possessed by some eerie intuition, and desperate, he resorted at last to the holy bible for salvation. But Hicks learned little of human good-will and repentance from his study. In his depraved and inexplicably absurd logic, Hicks wandered through town at night with a dagger and crucifix in hand, seeking to quell the insane and sinister urges that pulsated inside him. Spurred on by a cadre of lurid and unintelligible voices – which he mistook for the voices of God – Hicks arrived at the home of a goat herder and his wife, to consecrate a most inhuman and barbaric testament to his holy father, in order to achieve salvation from his misfortune and avarice.
“Oh heavenly father, bear witness that I, your servant, have been led by your heavenly voice, and in your name, shall smite thy heathenish creatures to the depths of Hell, that they no longer continue afflicting pestilence upon this land!”
And with that most mislead and detestable declaration, Hicks raised his dagger and drew blood from goat after goat, smiting them from the Earth in a most grotesque and monstrous fashion. And in this way, in an inexhaustible bitterness and savagery brought about by delusion and a profound misinterpretation of his biblical readings, Hicks resorted to ritualistic sacrifice in order to appease the will of this “Christ” that he had grown to loathe.
Throughout the course of the suffering of Mr. Hicks, Maxton had met a nice girl named Lucilia, whom he had fallen in love with and with whom he had spent many a quaint and pleasurable afternoon. The two made a habit of going out on day-trips to the city, to marvel at the grandeur of the colossal buildings and majesty of the divine works of art that adorned city hall and the city's museums. But Maxton, however strapping, developed a pain in his bones that could not be explained by any of his routine habits. He was in no way an athlete, a weightlifter, or extreme sportsman, and after suffering a spell, bent over in pain, upon the request of Lucilia, Maxton visited a hospital to be diagnosed for the odd condition that ailed him. While at the hospital, the doctor inquired as to the nature of Maxton’s symptoms. But Maxton, in all his book smarts and biological knowledge, described his symptoms in such a succinct and specific way as to leave the doctor to wonder whether or not he was lying.
“My bones crack often and I am constantly in pain, I am often restless in the evening and sometimes suffer from abnormal spasms in my abdominal. I do not believe it to be pancreatitis, because I have not been having dizzy spells or vomiting.”
The doctor, not having heard of any condition that may have brought about these specific ailments, could not diagnose his malady, and instead ordered that Maxton be brought to the mental-health-ward, suspecting him of concocting a story in order to be put on pain medication, an all too common occurrence. While in the mental-health-ward, Maxton slept for three straight days and nights, still suffering acutely from his soreness. He was released in good health, despite his continuing malady, and told that since there was no such condition that he was describing, he would be refused any medications. Maxton left the hospital, still feeling ill, and wondered whether or not he would recover from his ongoing grievance at all, as it only seemed to be getting worse.
Maxton cursed the heavens and wondered if his ailment was somehow his fault, but as fate would have it, he would soon become the recipient of one of the highest accolades in scientific discovery, the ‘Scientific Achievement Award;’ given to him for his earlier research in particle physics. Upon hearing of his most recent achievement, Maxton gained, among other things, a guilty conscience -- not having made any real progress in the science for quite some time, -- which led him to devote himself to continuing his research. In an effort to free up his time he wrote a letter to Lucilia, explaining to her that he would not be able to make it out for any more day-trips to the city, and soon thereafter, he buried his head in his research. Upon receiving the letter, Lucilia wrote a letter of her own, describing her thoughts on their relationship. In her own words, Lucilia described Maxton as a distant man and questioned whether or not Maxton ever really loved her, at all. But Maxton hardly sympathized with his lost love interest, so disheveled by his ongoing physical distress, the thought of losing his relationship with Lucilia seemed to take a backseat to the pain in which he was feeling daily, and in increasing amounts. He resorted to taking a salve that he had concocted out of a plant that had been growing outside of his cottage, but of dire consequence, if he took too much, it would surely be the death of him.
Meanwhile Hicks, totally immersed in delusion, after several nights committing ritual sacrifice to innocent farm animals, decided to take a hiatus and spent a night in his apartment. He retreated to his bible and his blood-lust was only piqued after reading of the war of Sodom and Gomorrah. He laid his head on his pillow, and dreamt in red. After closing his eyes, briefly, Hicks was roused from his slumber by the howl of a wolf outside. And as he peered out the window from his bed, looking for the culprit, he was unsettled in seeing a pair of eerie green eyes staring back at him from the darkness of the night. Oh no! Had Hicks left his window unlocked? He slowly stood up from his bed and crept his way over to find out. Luckily the window was locked, and after looking out to check if the beast was still there and seeing nothing, Hicks drew the curtains and continued to return to his bed. However, after only a few more minutes lying there, he became acutely aware of something scratching at the front door. He arose from his bed once again, and crept over to see where the scratching was coming from. He stood at the door for a moment; and the noise disappeared. Hicks then opened the door and peered outside: Darkness. But to his surprise, he looked down at the outside of his door and observed claw marks which he reckoned to be made by the claws of a wolf. He went to shut the door and lock it, but before he got a chance, he glanced down and saw none other than the face of Maxton staring back at him! With angelic eyes, and a big grin, on the front page of the local newspaper, there stood Maxton, in celebration. Hicks scooped up the newspaper. On the cover it was written: “Local scientist to win ‘Scientific Achievement Award’.”
“What is this!?”… “Preposterous!” Hicks screamed in a galvanized disdain.
He slammed the door and locked it. His attention then shifted from that of alarm to that of hatred.
“That half-wit!?”... “The ‘Scientific Achievement Award!?’”
He threw the newspaper down to the floor, and continued to drop to his knees in prayer.
“Lord in Heaven, please guide me to do thy bidding…”
And after a moment in contemplation, Hicks' eyes burst open and focused in, glowing a fierce determination. There was only one thing to be done…
But Hicks, now leary of the green-eyed wolf, remained in his apartment, waiting for another night in which to go out and spy on Maxton. In the meantime he learned of the whereabouts of Mr. Maxton by contacting the ‘Scientific Achievement Organization,’ stating that he had a congratulatory package to send him. Three days he waited. Once he was certain that the green-eyed monster was no longer lurking, Hicks made his way across town to visit the unsuspecting scientist. Dressed in a black overcoat, matching bowler-hat, and cloaked behind a veil of deathly intentions, he made his way to Maxton’s abode. Hicks stood there, in the darkness, plotting his murder, for hours it seemed. As he peered into the window of Maxton’s cottage, he observed Maxton completely in stealth. Maxton was in a poor state; bedridden, clearly in pain from his affliction, reading a book.
"A book on how to ruin people’s lives, no doubt!" Hicks whispered to himself.
But despite the pain that Hicks observed Maxton to be in, Hicks’ intentions were set: The following night Hicks plotted to return to the cottage of Mr. Maxton with the dagger with which he had slayed countless goats, sneak into Maxton’s study, and slay him from behind. But Hick’s plan was almost overturned as there came a great howling from the nearby woods. Maxton, overhearing the noise, made his way over to the window and peered outside at the disturbance. Maxton drew the curtains and walked back to his bed.
Hicks was rattled by the wolf howl he heard, and as soon as Maxton drew his curtains, he hurried his way back to his home on an alley. As he retreated, Hicks got another scare as he spied giant paw prints -- that of a wolf -- in the street. He was even more terrified when he saw that the paw prints lead straight into human footprints and up to his front door. A chill ran up the back of his spine. Was the beast a werewolf!? Had he already gained entrance into Hicks' apartment!? Hicks lunged backwards and took refuge inside a local tavern, which was right across the street from his doorway. There he waited for three hours, spying out of a window until he was sure that the wolf didn't lie in wait, and that nobody was inside the house. He made his way into his apartment and checked all the rooms and closets thoroughly for intruders, then prepared for the following night. In his bedroom, Hicks readied his dagger, wiping away any goat’s blood that remained, cleaned his boots of mud, and read through his bible, convinced that this was a task handed down to him by God himself.
The following night, after checking thoroughly for the beast outside his windows, Hicks made his way out of his door and headed straight into shadow, and shortly thereafter, made his way to the window of Maxton’s cottage. Once there, he set up to spy on his victim. Maxton was hobbling, and clearly in poor health. Hicks waited patiently for the right moment to make his entrance. Once Maxton had left his room, with the window still open, Hicks jumped up onto the shed, hopped into the house, and stood in wait in Maxton’s closet. But on this night, Maxton had run out of the salve that he had normally taken to rid himself of the pain in his bones, and while Hicks stood in wait for Maxton to return, Maxton walked out of the back door with a lantern to go look in the woods for the plant he used to make his medicine. After hearing the back door fly open, Hicks knew that Maxton had left the house and wasn’t coming back any time soon, so he made his way out of the closet and followed Maxton into the woods, dagger in hand.
From the moment he stepped outside, the blood rushed through Hicks’ veins; he knew that this would be his chance. He followed the tracks that Maxton made in the grass and he slowly crept up on his unsuspecting victim. But Maxton, unable to find the herb that he was in need of, ventured deeper and deeper into the woods. Hicks followed closely behind. After walking through a path, deep into the woods, Maxton eventually found the herb that he was in search of near an abandoned cabin that was on his property. In his sickly condition, Maxton grew tired and in pain, and decided to take a rest for a while in the cabin. While he enter, Hicks gained ground and quickly rounded a bend, overlooking the small cabin. His plan was to wait for Maxton to exit, and then ambush him at the front door when he exited. Maxton, upon entering the cabin, prepared the herb in order to take the salve, right then and there. But as he did, Maxton grew tired and started to contemplate:
“I am young but I feel like an old man!” He said to himself. “This is no way to live!”
Maxton began to cry, and Hicks, overhearing him, was baffled, and decided to sneak up to the window to observe what Maxton was doing. Maxton proceeded to sit down and write a letter, with the stationary that he had found in the cabin’s desk. Hicks, upon seeing the man crying and writing a letter, was perplexed, but his confusion was short lived as he became aware of a rustling in the woods. Hick's demeanor quickly changed from that of confusion to that of terror as he realized what had been lurking behind him: The beast with green eyes lie in wait, leering out from behind a bush with a vicious and predatory scowl. The sobbing Maxton, unaware of the killers that lurk, made his way to the bathroom, in grief. Hicks, now aware of the presence of the green eyed beast, briskly and without a sound entered into the cabin. He hid in a closet as the beast prowled, cloaked in the darkness of the night. Hicks stood there in wait for hours it seemed, as he overheard Maxton crying to himself, in front of a mirror, in the small cabin bathroom. Hicks reasoned that the beast was either put off by the confined space and unwilling to enter the small cabin, or had run off back to the depths of the inferno, but either way, Hicks decided that now was his moment to fulfill his mission from God and end the life of his rival Mr. Maxton! Hicks slowly crept beside the bathroom where Maxton stood, in front of the mirror. Hicks withdrew his dagger and in that same instance heard Maxton mutter:
“I am a sham and my scientific research has reached its zenith long ago!” …“I cannot bear this pain any longer!”
Hicks peered out at Maxton, in stealth, and observed him through the mirror. Maxton had resolved that his life was unbearable, and that he could not go on any longer. Maxton readied a lethal dose of his salve, in order to end his suffering once and for all, and placed it on his tongue. But Hicks, in his lust for vengeance, had other ideas. Just as Maxton began to swallow the salve, Hicks jumped out from behind the bathroom door with his seven inch dagger in full attack! As Maxton took in the sight of Hicks flying at him in the mirror a look of terror rushed through his tear ridden eyes. Maxton swallowed his salve in panic just as the blade of Hicks' dagger slid deep inside Maxton's back. Hicks gently slipped the dagger from Maxton's back and stepped away. Hicks stood there for a moment, as Maxton fell to his knees, when out of the darkness of the night there lurched forth a seven foot beast! The beast jumped up onto a table and proceeded to pounce at Hicks, grabbing him by his neck with razor sharp teeth and rendering him all but incapacitated. But Hicks wasn't done just yet. With the adrenaline of his attack on Maxton still coursing through his veins, Hicks raised his dagger in one last act of defiance and thrust the dagger deep into the chest of the seven foot monster. Amidst all the commotion, Hicks bumped into the lantern, and it shattered to the ground, setting the small bathroom ablaze. Moments passed and all that could be heard was the crackle of fire as it began to engulf the entire cabin. In its final moment, the cursive lettering on the note that Maxton had written seemed to jump off the page:
To my dear Lucilia,
As time ticks on, my stake in brawn,
Has withered to a long lost dawn.
The bane in me: a beast set free,
A beast I am, though you couldn't see.
My heart beats thrice, in this device,
For my deceit I pay the price.
What wayward ley, were led astray
With green eyes rests in this decay.
To sing a song, this eve I long
When time hath ceased,
So rests his beast.
With endless love,
© Chris Hawke 2015