Food For Thought (Short Stories)

A Whimsical Day for a Murder

I never asked to be a killer.

I started out as a Creator, pounded and molded into utter perfection. My Master made me quick, sharp, and handsome with a cutting edge. My skin shined like reflective rays of the sun bouncing off of clear water, making me a winning deal for anyone who would ever take me in.

I couldn't deny it. With the proud soul that I had, I wasn't afraid to admit that I was beautiful.

My purpose was obvious. For me to be in this world, I had the ability to create anything I wanted. My Master and I worked together to craft objects that were large in comparison to me, made of wood and fine clay. Together, we brought joy and happiness to everyone who took a part in our work.

Life couldn't be any more perfect.

Until he came.

I never got to catch his name, so for now, we're going to call him Shadow, for that's what he was. He was human, yet the dark aura that surrounded him sent a cold chill down the edge of my spine. He was controlled by something very sinister, although I couldn't figure out just what it was. Something dark, something...unnaturally evil, making this man seem very unhuman.

My Master finished his work for the day, so he left me to rest, congratulating me on a job well done. I wanted to tell him the same, but I resisted, worried that he would discriminate my judgement. As I found myself alone in the quiet quarters of where I slept, I slowly started to drift off to sleep, until Shadow entered the scene. He was quiet, just as a shadow would be, not making his presence known until he stepped into the light.

He approached me, but said nothing. When he got close enough, he peared down at me with such lust that I couldn't ever be more afraid. I wanted to scream, to call out for someone to help me, but I was Mute. So I sat there, watching in pure horror as his hand slowly reached out and grabbed me. His hand was cold and lifeless, almost compared to frozen metal. His grip around me tightened until his knuckles became white as the bone that laid underneath his flesh. I tried to squirm out of his grasp, but my body was paralyzed. I, for some reason, could not escape, and so I laid at the mercy of the man's strength, hoping that he would at least put me back.

We entered a home that was not familiar to me, as my Master usually confined me to his home. I could see walls covered in gold colored paint that only helped the wooden floor boards to be more noticeable. I could only wish I could give you more description, but everything else was unnoticeable to me as I noticed a man standing just at the other side of the room.

He had his back turned to us, with his hands nestled into his pockets. I couldn't believe that he didn't hear us as we entered. As I looked up at the man who held me in his hand, I watched as an eerie smile spread across his face.

Then it clicked.

No. No no no! You can't be doing this!

In the state of me being Mute, my pleas were not heard at all. All I could do was attempt to scream as the man walked closer to his prey that was just inches away from him in almost a split second. Then before I knew it, I was hoisted up in the air.

RUN!

But it was all too late.

Wind blew past me as Shadow plunged me deep into the back of the man standing in front of him. The man screamed out in sudden anguish. I could feel his rise of heart rate pulsating throughout my body. Then the man fell down to the ground.

He turned to face Shadow, his eyes wide as if he was shocked. "You...you wouldn't. Why?"

I looked up at Shadow to see his reaction, but there was absolutely nothing there. Not a sign of remorse. Just one man. A man without a soul.