Thursday, September 29, 2005

Unleashed Epilogue I was aware..... of everything..... from the start. Ravage was just a facade. I created the form as a way for me to indulge my dark side (Incubus) and still have control over it. Basically, he was intended to be a regulator. As Ravage, I could remain conscious and still allow Incubus to have his little fun. And if he ever went too far or stepped out of line, I could give a proverbial tug on the leash. Ravage was the product of our combined consciousness. I thought I would have more control over my evil designs this time, but there were moments when my grip on the reins loosened. There were moments when Incubus’ influence became too strong and I almost lost all restraint. Moments when I delved too deep into my own darkness and nearly gave in to my carnal lusts. Once, when I almost raped Aisha for the second time. And again in the city. I marched down the ruins of 6th street feeling sadistically pompous. I glanced at people on the sidewalks just to hear them scream. I relished the power I had over them; the pure intimidation that I had become. I felt completely unbound by rules. So I decided to have a little more fun. I looked into a nearby restaurant and picked out some random victim. I leapt through the glass and eyed a young woman. While the other people quickly fled, I slowly approached her. She didn’t move or make a sound. She was completely frozen in fear. She was pretty slim, had long platinum blonde hair, and blue eyes. She looked like the cheerleader who banged the entire football team. This only fueled my lust... and my rage. I was never the jock in school. I never had hordes of floozies flock to me. I wasn’t campus all-star-prince-charming. I was the one who got pushed around, knocked down, stepped on, and left for dead. This would be my revenge against those pretty boy pricks. Then some courageous idiot yelled behind me, “Back off!” I turned around and saw some punk kid with a gun drawn. Possibly her date. He was built like a line-backer and wore a high-school jacket with his initials on it. I knew it! A f*ckin’ jock! “I said back off!” he screamed. That lying son of a bitch. Hiding his cowardliness behind a gun. I could smell his fear. He didn’t have the guts to shoot me! My rage fueled to the brim, I pounced on him before he could even fire. Pinning him to the ground, I could see the terror written all over his face. Yes! This was my sweet vengeance. Oh, boo hoo. He looked like he was gonna cry for mommy. I growled in his grill for a second, then I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. Then like some cliché, he stammered, “Wh... what are you?” I looked him straight in the eye and hissed the final line of my revenge. “Your god.” Then I hurled him against the wall, knocking him out, and turned my attention back to my prey. The girl had dropped to her knees by now. But I wasn’t done with her yet. In fact, I was just getting started. I picked her up by her shoulders and pressed her to the wall. She closed her eyes and shuddered as I rubbed my face against hers. I took in a deep breath of her essence and my paws slid downwards and started feeling her up. I slathered her eyelids and her cheeks as I lapped up her tears. My right hand reached down and caressed her thigh, then crept up her skirt. I could feel her panties and my body reacted. I snipped one side with my claws, then the other, and her panties fell out of her skirt and onto the floor. Then I realized, “.... What am I doing?” I let go of her and staggered back. Then, despising myself, my knees hit the floor and I clutched my head in shame and confusion. “Nigete,” I whispered. “Go. Run. Run away.” I watched her feet as they refused to move. Then I screamed, “IKINASAI!” and she ran for her life out of the building. This couldn’t go on. I couldn’t stand it anymore. In my own self-hatred, I raised my arm to the ceiling and blew out the next two floors and all the way through the roof. I leapt up and back outside, just looking for a place to be alone. I flew a couple blocks over to a rooftop where I lay down in utter disgrace. What had I done? What had I become? I had almost committed the unforgivable. I was an idiot to think I could control this! I couldn’t let this continue. And that’s when I heard Aisha behind me. I would’ve told her everything, but she smiled so brightly and so proudly thinking I had won. She was so happy at the thought that her knight in shining armor had returned and that a demon was slain. I hadn’t won. I had given in to wicked temptation. I had failed.... again. And now I’m afraid. Not of Ravage or of Incubus. I did many terrible things that night. And I came so close to going over the edge so many times. What scares me is not how close I came... but how much...... I enjoyed it.

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