The Streets of Canterbury

Entry-8

10-04-13

Finally, I'm able to return. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to write here, again. I'll continue as much as I can, the story must be told. I can remember everything now, word for word. I tried. I tried to find every singular bit of information on his whereabouts, what he had been doing, where he was last seen. All this lead me to the river. Ah, where it all began. Delightful. I searched the banks, wild in my methods of trying to find my lost friend. And there he was, I saw him. And he seemed fine, all huddled up next to the lowermost part of the river bank. So I rushed over to him, sliding in the grit and mud. 'By God Darwin!' I had cried. 'We have been scouring the edges of the earth to find you! Where have you been all this time?' I questioned. He had turned to look at me. Darwin, yes. Only it didn't look like him. The face that stared back at me looked off, almost disfigured. And a smile crept onto his face, such a sick, twisted smile. This couldn't have been Darwin. And alas, it was. 'Greetings to you, dear Allen, my friend! And where have I been? Oh, I've been looking for you, my friend." He snarled the last word with such ferocity I'd have thought a tiger had gained the ability to speak. He approached me slowly, pushing me back against the edges of the bank. 'Darwin...What are you doing? What's going on he- Good Lord!' I screamed, for out of his coat and into his hand slipped out a sinister blade, caked with dried blood. He approached me still, quicker in pace. 'What are you doing?!' My voice rose in sheer panic. He stepped next to me, and started to play around with the blade in his hands. 'Well, don't you see, dear Al? Haven't you seen the signs?' He laughed in a shrill tone. 'Can't you see, friend? I'm your man. The madman. Whatever you call him, he's me.' By now he had me stranded against the rocks, pinned like a frightened animal. All of it dawned on me, his words ran through my head an turned my veins to ice. He had been that creature. The madman that lurked the streets in search of prey was right before me. I could barely think, 'Darwin. It's been him all along!'. 'Why?' I spat out. He looked at me with monstrous longing, and his eyes burned with an extreme flame of bloodlust. 'I wanted to create the perfect crime. It seemed like such a wild dream, but soon I realized that it didn't have to stay a fantasy. So I made it a reality. And I can tell you dear friend, that I've felt more alive in these weeks than I ever have in my entire life. Human curiosity doesn't have to be restricted to the mind's darkest depths. But how would I end it? Well, I had thought, how better to end it with my dear friend. We'll both go together, and nobody will ever know what happened on this night, now and forever!' He had now been holding the blade against my throat, quivering painfully as he silently laughed. I stood there, helpless, contemplating how my life had gone so wrong and wondering about the existential horrors of the mind while my maddened friend prospered in my uncomfort. Finally, I- O God, they're coming again! And off I must partake.