Rage

That was the limit. He had made up his mind and now he awaited the next victim.

Three very strong men had interfered with his lonely yet peaceful life and had given him quite a pain. And that was when he decided to react. And it caught them unawares. The first blow shattered the skull of the youngest (and possibly the strongest) of the three. It echoed through the hillside like a gun shot. The puzzled look on the faces of the other two nearly bought a smile to him even in agony.

They rushed to the lifeless body of their comrade but he had other ideas. The second one was lifted from the ground and smashed on to a nearby rock.

"A broken thing. Pity. But no remorse. May be I should ease his pain." He was lifted up and smashed again. "This time dead for sure." The wound on his right hurt in the process. Those sharp piercing rotor blades had left a deep cut on his right.

"No. This is not the time for pain." ...  He swayed regally to the third person.

A tall, dark one. Rooted to the ground (just like him) but this was out of fear. It seemed like the human finally understood. The chainsaw was running in his hand but he himself was shaking with fear. He had just witnessed something that no other human had. Two of his fellow beings dispatched from Earth by a mighty Oak tree. Perhaps the last of its kind.

"Yes my friend. Enjoy the moment. They used to call me the angel. Now you might try devil. We tried to protect you all these years and you re-payed us by hacking us down one after the other. Sorry to disappoint you but not anymore."

Amidst his thoughts he saw the chainsaw rising up ... "How should this one end? A good knock to the head would serve mankind or should I leave him a cripple?" ...

The chainsaw was coming down at an angle ... "Yes you are free to take that limb .. I have many more and I can grow many more. What if I take one of yours?" The saw cut through one of the protruding branches. The pain served as a booster. One decent flick of his trunk was good enough. The man got swept aside like a fly. He fell flat on his face and died instantly.

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There was a particular calmness in his mind when he dragged those bodies in and then pulled them underground.

"No clues left. Now they'll send another party who is going to end up the same way. Then another. And another. Then the big guns themselves will be here to investigate and I'm going to bring them all down. Down to where they truly belong. That will kick some sense into them. Yes. I shall wait for the next one."

The giant oak tree on the hilltop. He had no where to go and he had all the time (left) in the world. He had seen it all. The lush green, happy times; the dull, dark times and now he was the loner. He had understood that the humans preserved the hillside as a remnant of those golden days. But he was wrong. They wanted to wipe out this space as well so that they could set up those concrete structures. No, that was not right. He was not going down without a fight. This was a fight for all those fallen warriors and all those crushed saplings.

This was war.