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Touch
Mathias Stensig Kristensen.
Time is the most powerful force in the known, and unknown universe.
Time changes everything
Everything is touched by time, Men's rage dulls in time, Womens hatred vanish as they age and die. Even Gods have to bow before the might of the changer of all.
Time too however, can be a mere tool for those who dare.
The clock is ticking.
Listen closely…
2:17-2:40
I love you Ann.
I felt empty, yet full, tired, yet awake, emotionless, and yet in my heart, I felt the only feeling more powerful than love.
Hatred,
Hatred of him,
For what he did to us.
The streets of Aarhus.
Denmark,
why did I come here anyway?
Does it matter?
I met her here,
Ann.
”Min elskede”.
It’s cold out here, is there cold were you are right now? I don’t know.
The wind howls, I’m on my way out to the place were I was told that he would be.
He did this.
He killed you.
I found you on the stairs,
you were still warm,
the bullet had passed through your head in an instant.
You never saw it coming.
There was still a smile on your face,
Were you expecting me when you opened the door?
But it wasn’t me.
It was him.
And he will pay.
The one who did this to you.
Jakob Gadgaard, Katrinesgade 19.
I love you.
I don’t care about the consequences anymore.
I am not at peace.
But I have the strength to see this through.
I love you Ann.
2:03-2:09
"Hello Mr. Steinmann!"
I woke up as soon as the voice entered my mind, It was 3 o' clock in the night, I could hear the rain falling down outside. I looked around myself, the room was empty, just me, alone in the darkness…
With a voice…
"I'm sorry that I woke you up, but I have a question to ask you" the voice said, it was a silent, whispering voice, unearthly and powerful. The voice of a person, who seem to have a perverted, dark interest in you.
A friend’s voice.
"Do you feel safe Mr. Steinmann?" the voice asked calmly.
"I guess so, why?" I asked, I felt like I was dreaming, but I knew I wasn’t.
"It's as simple an answer as the question that let to it was," the voice whispered. "You're not safe Mr. Steinmann."
I felt the hairs on my neck raise. "Why?"
"The illusion of safety is what it is, An illusion.
Evil is all around you, and it have proven your own unsafety,
Her unsafety.
He took her away from you.
He murdered her, and he is still holding the knife. Her blood on his hands, and he doesn’t even care to wash it off. He keeps it,
As a trophy,
Of his victory,
Of your defeat.”
Who did this?
Why?
“Who…who is he?” I asked, my voice shaking, rage.
“Katrinesgade 19, a man named Jakob Gadgaard maybe he knows? Maybe his apartment hides the very thing that can solve you’re current… enigma?
So go, Mr Steinmann,
Gather the pieces.”
“Why do you call me Steinmann?”
“Its what I call all you Homo Sapiens, since you are all the same to me, all the same, emotions, souls, love, hate, pleasure, pain, all the same, da-dada-dada-da--da!” The voice spoke with a tired annoyed tone “So, why should I bother calling you something else?”
The question was inevitable; you don’t simply obey an unknown voice in the darkness, do you? I knew that the answer would be the stuff of nightmares. But it had to be done.
“Who are you?”
2:42-3:00
Katrinesgade 19.
Now I’m finally here.
I crawl in through an open window,
It’s dark in the living room.
Silence.
And I will look around, I will find the answer- the evidence eventually, it will reveal things you never told me. Will explain everything, and would horrify me under normal conditions.
But not tonight.
I’ll love you anyway.
And I will still hate him.
I’ll hear a noise from the bathroom…
Taking a shower?
Who takes a shower 2:50 in the night?
Doesn’t matter.
I’ll feel the rage.
And like a dream,
I start walking.
Slow steps, no need to make unnecessary attention,
What’s that song he’s singing?
“Singing in the Rain” fitting song.
Did you sing that song when you murdered her?
When she opened that door believing that it was me?
When you pulled the trigger, did you sing that song in your head?
Did you?!
The bathroom door will be agape, it will open silently.
I’ll take of my shoes, so that he won’t hear my steps.
The shower curtain will be pulled for. He’s going to be standing with his back to me.
And like a dream
I make my move.
No need to be slow anymore
Quickly, I walk towards him
Pull the shower curtain aside.
Grab it.
Sling it around his neck
He lets out a shocked “wha-?”
And then I tighten it.
The door bell rings.
“Yes,yes, I’m coming, just let me set my hair…”
I laugh, as usual.
She comes out, more beautiful than ever.
We’re sitting in the cafe were we first met.
He kicks and scream, scratches and gasps for air.
I laugh and cry, cry tears of joy, of loss, of pain, of rage...
After a good dinner, I’ll say the words…
Get down on my knee.
His kicks are getting weaker, hardly breaths anymore.
“Ann…?”
“Yes?...”
He's finally stopped fighting.
His eyes are closing.
“Will you marry me?”
He’s dead.
At last.
“Yes”
2:09-2:15
“What Am I?
What do you think I am?”
“I don’t know” I answered “A demon, the Devil Himself, a mad fraction of my psyche? What are you?!” my heart started beating; I knew that I in a split-second of curiosity had started something that was beyond my imagination.
The voice laughed, it was thundering, it was rasping, it was evil, it was childish, it was hateful, joyful, mocking, it was all around me, inside me, it was everywhere and everything.
The voice spoke.
“Do you think that I’m a mere demon? Or the devil himself?
I am none of those.
I am the fear that grips you, when you face your doom.
I am the hatred that you felt, when you looked upon your enemy.
I am the feeling of power, that coursed through you, as you tyrannised those lesser than yourself.
I am the man who enters his own child’s room, with all the wrong thoughts in his head.
I am the fanatic who murders innocents, to ascent higher in heaven.
I am the woman, who butchers her unborn child because she doesn’t want to keep it.
I am the child who innocently steals a cookie, thinking it won’t change anything.
I am Jack the Ripper,
I am Charles Manson,
I am Hitler,
I am Martin Luther King,
I am Gandhi,
I am every single person you’ve ever met, and ever will meet!
I thrive of all the pain, and suffering in this world.
And this is paradise for me Mr. Steinman!
Every little good deed you’ve ever done,
All serve me in the end!
All those fools who believe, that they can defeat me by helping others, and saying holy words!
All those idiots!
I was in all of them, and I always will be!
No one is safe from me, no one ever were! And no one ever will be!
I thrive in this world; think you can defeat me by Love, Peace, and Forgiveness?
Love strengthens me
Love makes a man murder his lovers husband.
Peace gives me power.
All peace serves as, is a wail to hide the suffering, the abuse and the hatred beneath the surface.
And Forgiveness?
All the people who 'forgive' hide the knife of hatred behind their back, waiting to strike at the right moment.
In this world, I AM STRONG!
So am I the devil?
No
The Devil is just another guy, doing his job.
I Am The Job!
I Am Evil Itself!
I AM THE INCARNATE OF EVERYTHING YOU EVER LOVED! EVERYTHING YOU EVER HATED! EVERYTHING YOU FEARED AND COWERED BEFORE! LET THERE BE PEACE IN THIS WORLD, AND LET FEAR FOREVER RULE! PRAISE MY NAME AS YOU WHORE AND LOVE, AS YOU SING AND SCREAM, AS YOU LIVE AND DIE!
TREMBLE IN YOUR SOUL!
AND BOW BEFORE ME!”
The voice stopped, after a few seconds, it returned.
“And you,
what are you Steinmann?
A slave. A question were the answer is obvious.
How large a prison does it take to make a man believe that he is free?
It doesn’t matter, all you have to do is to tell him he is free
And he will believe you in the end
Give him love, friends, and an apartment with a good view, and he won’t care if he is nothing more than a slave.
And you are a slave, Mr. Steinman, like all other Sons of Adam and Daugthers of Eve. You are nothing more than a puppet who can’t see the strings that control you, the media, the government, your own mind, and in the end… Me
So am I imaginary?
Maybee,
But does that change the fact, that to you,
I AM VERY REAL”
I fell to my knees, crying, but it was tears of joy, I did not care what the voice was telling me! I COULD SEE HER! Right there in front of me! All I had to do was to reach out and touch her! But as my hand extended to touch her hand, a shadow blocked my way, but the shadow had a face! A disgusting, laughing face, fat, with small evil eyes, spitting and swearing, frown everywhere, the face of a maniac.
Him!
Hate, rage, anger.
The voice spoke again, this time words of solitude.
“But I am a master who aids his slaves when they cry for help, instead of the pathetic God whom you all scream for. I will not give you salvation; I do not offer peace, forgiveness, nor happiness.
But I offer you Vengeance!
I will give you the hate, the rage that you need to do what you want to, to destroy him, to ruin him, break him, tear him limb from limb! No logical sense, no humanity, no pity to stop you from doing what you in this instant crave for. I offer you what you need, and not what you deserve.
Go David, go and feed me!
And feed yourself.”
I listened to the voice.
I love you Ann.
3:10-3:13
It’s done.
He’s dead.
The police are knocking on the door,
the neighbours probably heard the noise we made.
I’ve been sitting here in the couch, playing with the ring.
I never gave it to you.
He stopped me from doing it.
It was supposed to be that day,
I’m pretty sure that you knew my love.
That’s probably why you spent extra time making yourself ready.
But he stopped me!
The voice held its promise, it gave me vengeance.
It gave me back you!
I CAN SEE YOU!
And the police kicks in the door.
They move towards me like an unstoppable wall, with weapons and shields ready.
I reach out to touch your hand.
No shadow to stop me anymore!
But the further I reach the further away you go, until you disappear into thin air.
They hit me with their staves. Force me down on the ground.
WHY CAN’T I TOUCH YOU MY LOVE?!
Edited by SquigPie, 21 April 2010 - 17:20.
