The Tell Tale Heart - re-imagined -

The Heart

THE HEART's POV 

I am motionless, I no longer beat in a rhythm — I had been defiled, ripped and pried from my master— my soul dammed cutting off the life that once activated me.

Revenge! Hearken! I will avenge my master, the destroyer will not continue to stroll around these walls and floors which I now reside — I will have my revenge!— 

I can hear the destroyer above me, pleasantly conversing, this is my time, the perfect time for revenge. 

I force a beat, quietly I manage a slow singular thump then I stop waiting for the attention of the creatures above me. 

No response! —Harken! — I force a louder beat, once, twice then thrice and stop, I hear the stutter of the destroyer, I have been heard. 

This pleases me but it isn't enough, the destroyer must be stopped.

 Gradually I beat louder and faster my whole being pulsating with an unnatural rhythm it posses my body and we fight for attention, the destroyer screeching in a frenzy above the confines of my residence, my beating loud and frantic— willing it to fill the ears of the creatures above— to exact my revenge. The destroyer dies off and my beating slows, I feel the swirl of fresh air replace the dank, stale air. 

I had won! The rhythm left my muscles — no longer possessed— I was free now, I had executed my revenge and rid these walls of the evil lurking within the dark crevices. 

No longer would this hideous heart beat. 

                                                       —— THE END ——