JANUS' ARMY

Session 6

Japan, Hashima Island; December 1973, 11:34 a.m.

At that point I really needed to do something drastic.

“You killed everyone…” Again? Why won’t it stop? But not a single time, it was like a mantra. All over again and again, and again, and again.

“Stop! Stop! Shut up!” I tried to stop them but there were so many and they were shouting so loud in my head.

“You are a crazy illiterate fool” “You are so pathetic” “So pitiful” “You killed your parents, how could you do that?” “Your dad didn’t beat you enough” “Your mom didn’t love you, is this why you killed her?” “What a pity” “You betrayed us” “How could you do that?” “You are a monster, this is what you are.”

Soon I heard some doctors walking to check what was going on. I didn’t even realize that I was covered in blood so I quickly stood up and ran away from them so they wouldn’t see me. I could hear their voices shouting for help and the screams of the nurses at the sight of the dead body.

It was a dead end so it was time to end it all.

I ran as fast as I could into the garden. I soon realized that I only had a chance to free everyone from that hell and I was the only one who could do it.

I went into the tool shed and I took the gasoline used to charge the garden tools.

I grabbed a box of matches out of my pouch and reached the back door of the building. I ran along the corridors. A lot of doctors and nurses saw me, but I could run faster than them, faster than everyone there. In that moment, I felt like the fastest person in the world.

I finally got to the room where all the electrical wires were and I locked myself in. I knew that room so well. It was the room where I used to hide in the first period of my stay in the hospital, when I hadn’t been  a doctor yet.

‘You are not a doctor’

‘Yes, I am’

‘You are a psychopath, just like me’

‘No, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Leave me alone!’

A bit of gasoline on these wires, they look too dry.

I went out of the room and I threw a match inside.

I started running.

I heard an explosion but I kept on running, towards the roof.

Freedom was near.

Suddenly a doctor appeared in front of me.

“I gotcha, psycho” he shouted.

No, freedom was too near for this.

A punch, another, another and another, until he stopped moving.

I remembered that idiot, he was the one who treated me like a dog.

He too, looked a bit dry to me.

Gasoline on the body of the unpleasant man.

Wasn’t he cold? I warmed up that poor thing.

The body started burning so fast, I was definitely amazed.

Finally the way for the roof was all clear.

I reached it, the wind was caressing my face and ruffling my hair.

What a feeling.

The flames were reaching  the second floor of the building, at that point.

The only thing left to do was escape, too easy for me.

I just had to jump off and start flying away, maybe towards Tokyo or Kyoto, I’ve always liked big cities. Especially at night, with the neon light and the Spring breeze, the cherry blossoms falling slowly, on the crowded streets.

I climbed the railing and, once on the top, I let myself fall in the void.

A second more and my wings would  appear. I was an angel, like everybody else. The scapulae are just the beginning of our wings. A second more, and I could see Tokyo. Just a second more…