Another filthy beasts day reached dusk. The next corpse arrives at dawn
What was that, honey? She yelled from the other room.
Ohnothing! Im just talking to myself. Im going to go out for a drive.
You know I dont like you taking those midnight drives! There are dangerous people out there!
There was huff from the other room, followed by the clanking of high heel shoes on the tiled floor, I mean were only a few miles away from that darned prison! Remember what Mrs. Rose said? How her husband was murdered when he was hitchhiking down the road? She walked into the room and stood in front of me with her hands on her hips, It just doesnt seem right when they let people like that live!
theres nothing to worry about, alright? Listen, I know youre worried, but Im a big boy! How about this: Ill pay for our next dinner! I joked.
okay. But only if it costs more than your wallet! She giggled as we kissed.
I took a coat with me and stepped into the cold, bitter air outside. Summer was virtually inexistent where we lived, but that didnt matter. I liked the cold. It allowed me to think. It allowed me to live without any pressure or a nagging wife demanding socially acceptable acts in a non-sociable world. I liked to drive too. There were a lot of benefits to driving, like when you roll down your window and stick your arm outfeeling the cold air drift around your shoulder and across your face. Its a sense of enjoyment never fully appreciated, because everyones too tied up with normal life to realize the simple pleasures.
I got in the car and turned on the ignition, feeling the ancient piece of machinery rev to life, gasping for resources. Longing for companionship. Its okay, ol buddy. Im right here.
Right inside you.
When Im with someone, I always take a left out of the driveway. You know why? Its because when you turn left, it leads into the city. The city is the place where corporations and consumers thrive in an era of complete barbaric satisfaction. Its where animals are treated as foe, or as slave. My dad once said something to me that Ill never forget, and hopefully you wont forget:
Man is just animal with the ability to lie.
I went to bed that night, and I thought about those words. I thought about how true it was, how were forced to lie and bow down to social graces. If youre rude or obscene, youre punished. Thats the way life works, and through conditioning were taught not to do wrong, until were ready to teach our own offspring to be respectful as well. Its a never-ending cycle of grace that slowly transforms through society quirks, but remains intact in its primal form no matter whether were burning Jews, enslaving Negroes, or competing mindlessly in nuclear technology. Thats our only downfall: conditioning.
But what I do, when Im alone, relaxed, and ready to go on my nightly drive, I take a right. When you take a right, you drive away from the city. You drive away from the honking cars, the gawker blocking traffic, the scumbag two-faced politicians, the crime which isnt being solved, the poverty which isnt being addressed, and the whores on the streets selling their dignity for pieces of paper we have been conditioned to sacrifice our lives to obtain.
Its a fucked up world.
And thats why I take a right.
See, the right holds
nothing. Its just a forest with animals and resources easily exploited for profiteering purposes and a way to make mankinds life easier. At least, thats what a left-turn conservative would say. What is it to me? Its a direction to escape. Its a way to see the world if we didnt screw it up by existing. Its a way for me
to be me.
Trees blurred past me on every side, their shadows haunting and unforgiving. A reminder of sins and the consequences applied for them. But I know what they really are, they are protectors of nature. The trees provide shelter for large animals. The large animals eat insects. The insects eat plants. Without plants, or trees, there would be no oxygen recycled throughout the
Theres a guy out there!
In the haze of the fog there stood a silent figure of a man. He was still in the distance, so I turned on my high-beams and slowed down. He had long black hair that covered everything on his face except one eye, ripped clothes, and no noticeable luggage. His stance was somewhat hunched and he had his arm and thumb outstretched. He was looking right at me.
I couldnt help but grin.
I pulled up beside him and rolled down the passenger window.
Need a ride, stranger? I asked.
His one eye stared back at me as he slowly nodded his head.
Excellent! Just hop on in and make yourself comfortable! I exclaimed.
He opened the passenger door and slid in, all without making a sound. He was facing forward, so I couldnt see that one eye. His posture was
So, stranger, where to? I asked.
He just kept staring forward, giving no acknowledgement.
Ex-excuse me, sir, you did say you wanted a ride, correct? I asked.
He sat there for a moment, and then slowly nodded his head.
Well, I kinda need to know where to-
Straight. He interrupted.
His voice was raspy and uncomfortable, as if he had laryngitis
but darker, if that means anything to you. Its hard to explain when you arent there, but the shiver that crawled down my spine made me forget how it was to be
happy. I shrugged off my thoughts and slowly pressed on the gas.
The trees got thicker as we got deeper and deeper into the woods. He kept silent most of the time, but startled me when he made a very loud grunt and started blinking erratically.
I asked him, Are you okay?
He stopped blinking and caressed the leather seat, Better than ever.
So whats your name? I asked a little later.
He turned toward me, and something shiny flashed in his pocket.
Carl. He muttered.
Carl, eh? Very muscular name, I grinned. Bet it isnt your real name, though.
Why do you say that? He croaked.
Well, first you gotta tell me if Im right! I smiled.
Carl cracked his neck and continued to stare ahead.
Haha alright, then Ill tell you a fake name. You can call me Flex. It isnt as nearly as masculine of a name as Carl, but it should be somewhere in your line of work!
He didnt seem amused, and he kept playing with something in his pocket.
About ten minutes later, he sort of shivered all over. His grip tightened on the window dashboard and he started breathing heavy. His face, or what little I could see of it, had turned a reddish green. I must have had a concerned look on my face.
Oh! NothingListen are you sure youre going to be okay? You seem a little nauseous, I said.
No really, it wouldnt be a problem! I couldnt just turn around and drive back into the city so you can
I said Im fine! Keep driving. Carl demanded.
You really dont look good. I really think I should
He grabbed the steering wheel before I could do anything. We swerved onto the side of the road and narrowly missed a tree. I put up the parking brake and stared at him. I could finally see his entire face; it was scarred all along the right side to the point of disfigurement. He noticed his exposed face and withdrew back to his seat.
I dont like the city. The lights hurt my eyes. I want to go home.
He seemed self-conscious of his appearance, it made me pity him. Without a word, I put down the parking break and backed ourselves out of the ditch, proceeding down the dark road.
A clearing broke out in the trees, revealing the white light from the moon.
I stared in awe for a few seconds before saying, You know whats incredible? The moon is the same from any place in the world and throughout time. It hasnt changed in shape and symbolism. Its just a watchful force of nature to remind us were not the only people in this universe. I dont think thatll change anytime soon. Interesting, huh?
The clearing sealed up and Carl looked up. Sweat dripped from his chin.
If the moon is always there, where is the moon now? He asked, grinning obscenely.
Ahead I saw something bright, it was stunning compared to the pitch blackness. When we drove by it, I was terrified to witness a burning cross. The flames had engulfed a tormented man, who I heard screaming bloody murder as we passed. A mob of masked men came from the forest and threw rocks and torches at our car. One ran out in front of the car, and I weaved around him, but not before knocking him to the side. I drove as fast as I could and didnt stop for anything until they were out of sight.
Carl smiled, Were close.
I wish I could say this was the furthest I had ever been from home, but thats only what my wife would want to believe. Suddenly, Carl perked up and grinned again. Up ahead, there was a dirt road splitting off the main one. The only visible structure was a stick where a mailbox had once been, and a top hat sitting on top of it.
Take a right here, he said.
I did as I was told. I was too far now to back down; I knew what he was planning. I turned onto the road and my lights flickered on and off. He looked at me, annoyed. That thing in his pocket flashed again.
What are you doing? He asked.
Im not doing anything! It might just be my battery, I explained. So is anyone going to meet you here?
Lights are on, nobodys home
I looked down to the end of the dirt road and saw one dimly-lit spot in the middle of the woods. My headlights went completely out. I was blind in the middle of the woods with a hitchhiker. I drove as carefully as I could trying not to bump into any stumps or rocks.
Right heres fine, he said.
I stopped the car.
There was a few seconds silence. I was waiting for it. I knew it was coming. I could feel it about to happen, any second now. My anticipation was rising. I was waiting for something.
Thanks for the ride.
Then he got out.
He started walking towards the shack.
I started at him in shock for a few seconds. I opened the car door and ran after him.
What the hell, man! Are you too much of a coward to do it? Im unarmed!
He turned around in surprise.
What? He looked very confused.
He looked appalled, Kill you?!
Yes! Stab me! Shoot me! Strangle me to death! Fuck me up! Do your fucking worst!
He stared at me, dumbstruck.
Listen, Flex, I dont know what youre talking about, but thank you very much for the ride. I hope you feel better. Have a nice evening, he turned around and started walking towards the shack again.
I stood there, dismayed. He really wasnt going to do it. All that time was wasted. He was just another man, just like all the others. He just needed to get somewhere. He wants to go about his life without sin, and live like every other conformist person on this planet does.
I wont let him.
I backed up and turned around to walk to the trunk of my car. I opened it and took out a metal bat. I closed the trunk and quickened my pace towards him. He had opened up the gate to enter the premises, but saw I was walking towards him very fast.
I said thanks for the ride! He saw something in my hand, What are you
I struck the bat clear across his face. He dropped like a pound of bricks and he lay there, not moving. The bat clanged loudly when I dropped it on the brick path, and I dropped on my knees to open his jacket. He had silverware. It was just
shiny silverware. There were knives, just as I hoped to expect, but it was kitchen silverware! On the side of each fork and spoon was engraved, To Carl, Love Mom.
His name was Carl.
He didnt even have the anarchic energy to lie.
I got up and threw all the silverware at his face, except one knife. It was definitely sharp enough, not nearly as sharp as the ones in the trunk, but sharp enough to cut what was meant to be cut.
He groaned. He was slowly regaining consciousness. I smirked and leaned down with the knife. I heard a creak behind me. I stopped and turned towards the shack. There was a woman peering at us. Her eyes widened as she slowly realized what was going on. She ran back started closing the door. I picked up the bat and ran to the door, trying to catch it before it closed, but she had already locked it.
I knew what she was going to do. She was going to call the cops. The police. The law enforcement. The slime that took pride in themselves because theyre the most conformist of all. I couldnt allow that, they would just ruin another great thing. I took the bat and started beating the door down senselessly. When huge hole splintered through, I reached in and unlocked it.
There I stood. Opaque darkness behind me, blending me with the night. I walked in and heard a voice to my right. I quickly turned my head, and saw a girl. She looked at me, but didnt do anything. She didnt know fear. She didnt know right from wrong, yet. I walked toward her.
Hey, little girl. Can you tell me where mommy is?
She shook her head no.
She put her lips to her mouth, as if to tell me it was a secret.
Well, can you tell me where a telephone is? I need to make an urgent call.
She nodded and pointed behind me.
Thank you, Ill give you
A large rock was smashed on top my head, and a billion kinds of pain erupted from my skull. I couldnt move, the throbbing was too much. Everything went silent. The little girl was picked up by Carl, then he went to get his wife, and they ran out of the house. I struggled to stand up. My legs were about to give out any second. I couldnt think straightly. I had to get them. I had to end this.
This was my moment to accept this test and fulfill my purpose of defeating evil.
I stumbled out. They were trying to start the car, but the car only likes me. I disciplined it that way. If it had ever started for another person, it knew what would happen, and it was scared. I went up to the window of the car and tried to open the door of the driver door, but it was locked. They all looked at me and screamed, except the girl. She was quiet the entire time. I took out my bat and started hitting the window as hard as I could until it broke.
Carl tried his hardest to protect his family. But he was a coward, and it would haunt him to the end. They were scared; they didnt know what I would do. They didnt know what they were up against, they never had a clue.
I pulled the little girl out from the back, but they held on to her foot. She slipped out of her shoe and they both fell back in the car. Carl got out when I started walking away.
Give my daughter back! He demanded, sprinting toward me.
I didnt want to do this. I never did. I didnt want to live, but they forced me to do it. I killed her. I killed the little girl. I cut her throat, and she never said a word. Carl screamed and fell to his knees. His wife leaped out of the car and ran straight towards me. When she got close enough, I hit her with the bat, completely pulverizing her skull. She died instantaneously.
You made me do this, Carl.
Youre a complete fucking psycho!! He screamed between sobs. I asked for a ride, thats it! And you killed them for no fucking reason!!!
You still cant kill me, can you? If you could, it wouldnt be out of instinct. It would be to avenge the death of the ones you love. It would be out of self-defense. It wouldnt be because you want to, but because you feel you have to, I stepped closer to him. You had your chance, Carl. You wasted it.
He looked completely comatose. He didnt know what to do, he was still in shock and anger and every other emotion possible right now. He was experiencing a human overload, when the lifes plan becomes unraveled and you suddenly realize the vulnerability of life. You could die at any moment for any reason, even from someone whose name youll never know.
I looked up. The moon had become perfectly balanced where we were, lighting everything. It was just the two of us in the middle of the forest.
You asked me where the moon was now, do you remember that? I asked looking back down. Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
I picked him up by the hair and started dragging him over to the car. His hands were firmly gripped on mine, trying to get loose. He didnt know what he wanted.
Please! For the love of God! Ask yourself why you are killing one insignificant traveler! What will one less hitchhiker do for you!?
I laughed, One? One wont change the world, but think about all the people relying on others. Think about how much independence there will be! How much there already is, just because of me!
His lessened his grip and his eyes widened, Yo-Youre the one on the news! Youre the guy theyre after! Youre the one killing all those convicts!
Some of them were, but all of them were cowards, I said.
I kicked his legs in and he fell to the ground. He tried to crawl away.
I wasnt going to rob you!
I pulled him back and hit him in the gut with the bat.
I wasnt going to hurt you!
I slashed his Achilles heel and let him go.
Wh-why are you doing this? He sputtered in horror.
I walked over to my car and picked up a hunting knife from the trunk. The moon reflected off the blade. I looked down at Carl with a menacing smile.
Yaknow, Ive often pondered the meaning of life. Is it for global conceiving? Is it for understanding where we were, where we are, and where we will be? Or is it a chance to redeem our sins so we can live in a perfect afterlife? I kept thinking and thinking
until one day I realized the truth. There is no meaning to life; it doesnt need a reason to exist. It doesnt need a reason to do what it does.
I pulled his head back and leaned in.
And neither do I.
I brought the blade to his throat and let glistening blood burst from his neck. He tried to talk, but all that came out were agonized gargles. His blood-shot eyes gazed upon the bodies of whom he loved most, and suddenly his death became much more peaceful. I could only imagine what was going through his head. Why did he hitchhike? Why did he refuse the city? Why did he not protect his family to the death? Just
He never moved again.
I sat cross-legged next to the corpse for a few minutes, enjoying the gust of air from the trees. When the moon was gone, I buried the bodies, cleaned the equipment, set the car on fire, and hitchhiked home. I love taking a right.
Another filthy beasts day reached dusk. The next corpse arrives at dawn