The earth is somehow off kilter. Past, present and future blend and overlap. Strange people come into and out of my life. An old love shows up with a girlfriend, another with his wife. The look of fear and hate in those women's eyes when they gaze into mine. A man looks at me from across the room, our eyes lock and simultaneously lips tilt up in a smile of recognition, though we've never met, and I am sure he's in a future I can't yet fathom.
Another man fixates on me and the stalking begins. I've been here before. It feels like deja vu. I've dreamed of so many men; ones I've loved, ones who have loved and lusted after me, ones who have hated me (they all do sooner or later), ones who have been obsessed, who have stalked me, made threats...abused. I wake up in the mornings sweating...
I feel it...his eyes on me! I know he's there. I feel him watching and waiting. There's a shift in the universe and once again I'm faced with my past...a past I must make amends for, but can't. The people I've hurt are coming like mice from the sewers to pick pieces of my flesh from my living body, while the stalker waits patiently, patiently... If I run, I might rush headlong into his arms. If I stay where I am, I will surely be eaten alive. What do I do? Who do I turn to? What would you do?
Do I trust the future? Peck, peck, peck...do I feel it? Do I feel the past devouring me slowly, slowly...? My mind flashes with visions of the stranger's eyes and his smile. Do I dare jump with my arms outstretched and hope against hope that he's real and doesn't let me fall or do I allow the present to suck me into its vacuum where the past will destroy me and the stalker waits?
There is no atonement. Nothing I do can right all the wrongs, all the pain I've caused. Dare I trust the unknown and believe in the stranger? Again, what would you do?
The world is screwed up place. Everyone in it just wants peace when it isn't promised to nobody. We work for ourselves to try to improve our ways of life only for someone who has more to take it. Everything is about monetary gain and if you don't got the green you better have a way to survive.
Help wont come when you need it. There is no home and having shame is a simple thing of the past. We all tell people to have hope. We tell them that if they work hard enough that change will eventually come and with that change they will find their happy ending. I've watched humans kill for that happy ending. I've committed murder when a tyrant thought to torture the only good thing in this world I have ever found in this fucked up place. Even when I tried to save it, I still lost it.
Yeah, you heard right. I am no saint. This world is far from cupcake and t ,rainbows and their isn't not one soul that could tell me different. I have had to fight to survive since the day I lii I broke out of an egg into this world. No one has ever known where I came from and from the moment I got here I've never know any kindness. I have always been the odd one out because I was different. I'm not talking different just because the color of my skin. I'm talking different because when I get well and truly pissed I turn into a vicious monster.
I'm not talking a kiddie monster like the one that creeps under your bed while you are sleeping or chooses to hide in your closet. I'm the type that you cant get away from. I travel through space and time. If I want you, I will have you. I have the powers of invisibility on my side, and you will never see me coming. There is no one that can catch me because I can poof away at the drop of a hat. If that doesn't scare you than the thousands of scars on my body and my size definitely will. But who cares about that shit anyway. Looks aren't everything.
I am Maximus.