Red String (Under Revision)

Chapter 2

I examine all the couples dating; some are sitting on the benches and grasses; some are walking from here to there. I put my right hand on my chin. Hmmm… Which couple should I break first? I scan the couples, one by one. I stop scanning when I spotted the couple sitting on the bench, my and Psyche’s favorite bleacher.

The girl wears a sleeveless white and yellow striped design dress and a pair of yellow doll shoes. The guy wears a white three-fourth shirt with black sleeves, a pair white maong pants, and a pair of black snickers.

My eyebrows form a line, connecting in between. No one is allowed to sit on that bench other than me and Psyche. I dart to the bench. I stand in front of the couple. For now, enjoy your time together, dear humans. In a while, your fresh warm tears will flow like a river. I smirk.

I see a man is running towards our direction, holding a pocket knife on his right hand and a bag on the other, and being chased by the police officer.

I grin. What a perfect timing.

I wait for a while before it comes closer to us. Few more step and he will be in our position. One step, his already in front of me. I hold his right hand. I can feel his strength struggles on mine. Quickly, I stab it straight to the heart of the guy sitting on my favorite bench; he is still holding his lovers hand. I let man’s hand go. I let him run away.

The girl squeals at the top of her lungs in surprise. Her squeal turns into a sob. And her sob switches into a loud cry. She cries just like what I’ve said that her tears will flow like a river.

My grin widens into an evil smile. I never thought this will be fun, seeing a mortal in a state of wretchedness.

That’s it. That’s what I like to see. You deserve that, human.  Cry. Cry as much as you can. Cry for your so called lover. Cry in pain.

“I will take you to the hospital, Babe,” weeping she hushes.

The guy vomits blood. “B-babe…”

“Someone please help me carry him!” she shouts, asking for help from the people near them. She’s hugging the guy.

I close my right hand, forming it into a fist. I stare on it.

Don’t worry, human, I will send you to the spirit world right away. I won’t let you beg for your life. I step my left foot forward whilst pulling my fist backwards.

“Say your last words, human,” I speak, enough for him to hear. He looks at me. I smirk. “You are now going to the spirit world.” I blow him right on his bleeding fresh wound. My fist breaks his ribs that cause him to vomit more blood and fall his body, lifeless.

“Why did you do that, mister?”

I know that voice. It is the voice of the little girl I saw this morning. I gawp on my side, and there, I see her again. “Nothin’, little girl. I’m just happy seeing people dying and crying in pain.”

“Why?” she asks again.

“It is for my own entertainment. You can do it, too, if you want.” I brush her hair using my left hand.

“Isn’t it bad? A sin?”

“No, little girl. I am a god. I can do anything that I want. No one can stop me for doing it.” I leave her, looking for a new victim.

***

Again, I examine the couples scattered in the park. Nothing’s interesting. All I can see is a one-sided relationship as I scrutinize each couple. Boring. If I slaughter one of them, it will be less hurtful on one of them especially, mostly, on the guy’s part – they don’t really love their partner.

I lay my back on the bermuda grass. My back doesn’t hurt anymore. The wounds are now scars and soon it will leave no scars. It is an advantage to be one of the gods and goddesses. Our body will generate and heal the wounds we have in just a day if the wound is not deep.

I stare on the clouds. Did you see what I did, Mother? Thanks to you, I find a new happiness; happiness in taking innocent lives of mortals. I know you also like what I did because you were happy when you take the innocent life of my precious Psyche.

I place my hands at the back of my head. I use it as an alternative of pillow. I heave a sigh. I close my eyes.

***

I stretch my right arm, trying to reach her – to touch her.
“Do not be afraid. I am not bad,” I say in calm and pleasing voice. I take one step forward.

I can’t help myself from looking at her intently. She’s too beautiful to be true. She’s the prettiest of all the girls I’ve met.

“B-but w-why do you have wings?” she utters, voice shaking.

“Oh this?” I flap my wings softly. “I already have this since I was born,” I smile genuinely.

“S-so, what are you?” She steps backward, hands intertwine on her chest. Her hair sways in the rhythm of air roving around the place.

“For now, it’s a secret. You’ll know it on the right time. Just trust me. I won’t harm you.”

***

Psyche.

I open my eyes. It’s night already. The dark defeats the sun; the stars appear one by one, blinking, showing their brightness; the cloud hides the crescent moon. I extend my right arm up in the air, closing my hand into fist, leaving the thumb standing still. I close my left eye, focusing my sight on my thumb that covers the moon.

Psyche.

I wipe the drops of tears on my cheek.

I miss you, my love.