17 men came looking for him when he was bathing in a bathroom so white. They lurked in quite and switched off the light. They were demons of God sent to teach him might. He wept and he screamed but there was no mercy but pain in his sight. He could smell their hatered and he thought he shall die that night.
He was not afraid of death and maybe that’s why he was so weak. Punches and kicks played like music over his bare, naked body.
He couldn’t see blood but neither could he see darkness; He saw flashbacks of memories from his life; all so worthless and futile. Not even one happy memory he had even as a child.
So, he wanted them to kill him but alas he couldn’t die. They broke 14 of his bones and his innocence and pride. They locked him in and left him behind.
17 men left him alone in a bathroom oh so white;
desecrated in splotches of blood.
As; he sleept on the floor with a blanket of his own blood, tears and piss. There he found his utmost bliss. His consciousness didn’t die nor did he. It was his reincarnation; now he was god’s own lonely man and satan’s competition. Dangerous are not those who are not afraid to die but those who are not afraid of life. Since hell is here; its a relentless strife. And he; now he was a creature of hell. What can you really take from a man who has nothing to give but hatered and who has never been loved.
A dangerous man, now he was. So calm and cold; A man with a mind but not a heart. The worst of men come from the worst of places and he was a man without home. He will live where you cannot live and he will even eat shit to survive. He was now a man who was afraid to die; but not afraid of life.
No prison or person can take his life. He is a motivated man, motivated to survive. He will live and he will thrive.
He rose, He rose and went looking for 17 men whom he had to fight.
He held the with the might of his mind and burned them alive.
He was a dangerous man, a man afraid to die but not afraid of life.
A terrific write.