Morning all and welcome to the middle of the week. I am doing pretty good today. I feel like i got enough done at the beginning of the week that I am not feeling behind as we crest the midpoint. Which is a good feeling. So Shall we jump into our morning prompt? Excellent, let’s go.
Note to self. No more Criminal Minds just before bed. At least i am guessing that is what inspired this morning’s writing prompt. Not my usual writing but possibly useful somewhere later. You never know when you need a delusional demon hunting obsessive to really fill out a story line…I suppose…
Wednesday, January 11th: No one understood.
No one understood. The man was a monster that had to be stopped. Everyone looked at him as though he was a pillar of the community, the salt of the earth. He captained his bowling team. He volunteered at the community center. They gave him awards for what he did. They didn’t see. Only I saw.
I saw the monster lurking beneath the surface. I saw the evil waiting to spring forth. I knew. I had been visited by an angel in my sleep. The angel opened my eyes and I saw the truth of what lurked beneath the average citizens. I saw the evil waiting for a chance to spring free.
I alone had been shown the truth. I knew that at any moment the evil could be released upon the true innocents of the world. I saw just how little it would take to release the evil. I saw the destruction it would create once it was unleashed. I could not have that, not in my town, not in my community, not in my home.
It had to be stopped. Stopped before it could begin.
But how, that was the question. If I took action then I would be labeled the monster. Even in death they would wear the faces of innocence. I would need to take away those masks, peel away the false layer and reveal them for who they were. But it would take time. Time to hone my skills and practice. I could not go up against the demons of the pit without being prepared.
But I must not show I was preparing, oh no. They could not see that I knew, that I saw. I thought long and hard about how to go about my task, for surly it was my task. I had been shown the truth, I was chosen. It was for me to act, otherwise why show me the truth?
There were ways to practice but I squirmed from the thought of practicing on another living creature. They were innocent. They were not to be harmed. And then I hit upon the perfect plan. I would build a mold out of clay, honing my skills with the blade, practicing the motions I would need while keeping any around me unaware of my true purpose.
I would proclaim a hobby, sculpture in clay. My efforts could be seen, my practices passing as cover, concealing my true purpose.
Then when my motions were perfection and the blade felt comfortable in my hands, I would work my way up, perhaps obtaining a large roast on which to practice. I bit my lip. I would need to work up to that and think about my cover. I was a vegetarian and had been for years. To suddenly purchase a roast would draw attention. It would take some time to think about. I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath. Something would come to me. I was chosen and my path, in time, would be cleared of all obstacles. I would cleanse the blight from my town and reveal the fair faced demons for who they really were. All would see the truth.
My first hurdle lay in obtaining the clay. Somehow I had not expected that. Kindergarteners made clay figurines all the time so surely it should be easy to obtain. It was not sold in the craft store near me and not available in my local Walmart. To get what I needed I would have to search outside of my little town’s borders.
I had never been beyond the town limits before. Never wanted to see what lay outside the limits. This would be my first test. I would have to travel into the great unknown.
Ten til Midnight 