The Sinister Tale Of Jonathan Benedict

CHAPTER I

As aforementioned, though as much as I hate to strip myself completely in front of everyone, I am afraid the cause of confiding my life, my soul to these pages is a thing of utmost necessity. The only relief of mine is the confidence I have that no one would ever lay a finger on the jet black snake leathered diary where the sinister tale of a part of an equally sinister person has been penned down to some of the finest details.

Of me you know much not, I am well aware. However, a song of my plight must have fallen on your curious ears. How my loveliest had to leave the realm of mortality and seek a place in heaven? And how a gentleman known for his charms and politeness is now doing lower than a homeless on a distant street? Hostile and insane has he become.

I am sure, if you are human enough, as the word human implies, you should be feeling compassion towards me, pity as well. But pity not, for I have hunted down the wretched creature who stole my life of its light and rendered me sinking in an infinite ocean of murkiness...I have destroyed the murderer of my love, of my life. Though, in process, an innocent was sent to the heaven's way, for which I am guilty; though no guilt do I feel.

After having done a numerous jobs, you could say, heartless I have become. Heartless. Cruel. Wicked. Soulless even. Risking an innocent is nothing but a wise necessary action for the greater good.

No, don't take that compassion back. I still am a broken shell of a man trying to make a point so as to unnerve the uneasiness of this heart; the scene of murdering an innocent has haunted me since and made my heart weaker.

Think about it. You are facing a person whose existence has finished numerous existences; men, women, even kids. Finally, you get one chance, one golden chance, a gift from God ( again, if he exists ), and if that monster is about to continue its killing and to bring another set of innocents out of mortality, would you stop yourself from inflicting the final blow only because the true murderer has been using a shell, an innocent body for his deeds? If you are wise, my friend, thinking of the greater good, I believe you'd end up becoming as heartless as I am.

If my blabbering again is finding no place in your mind, I suggest you stick on, for a tale about my journey to meet an old friend is about to unfold. What is so special about this meet, you shall see. For it is the event a new man was born, a new life was born, my destiny had twisted yet another time and my life had filled with another strong shade of gloom, so dark, monstrous and notorious that it made my hair on the neck stand,
for the very first time.

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I took a last look at the basement. An important part of my house the abandoned basement was. For it contained many strange mysterious things collected by my ancestors which did little sense to me. Their secrets and tremendous value kept me from selling away those priceless collections. Or I would have been the richest man in the whole world. A world soon to be destroyed and crumbled. For my house homed some of the darkest articles ever known. And in wrong hands, I believe it is needless to talk of the plight that shall befall on all of us.