The Edge of Madness

The Edge of Madness
By Aaron James

I feel cold, distant from everything that came before. My body has changed beyond what was once conceivable, my will is stronger, my mind is expanded, but why do I feel so empty inside? I remember them, the ones who felled me. But their names are a blur.

Warm were the days of childhood when all things were brilliant and new, but all that is over now. Darkness clouds my memories. All I can feel now is rage and pain and sadness. I don’t want these feelings but it seems everlasting. Here I find myself teetering on the edge of madness. But what about the ones who put me to rest?

What am I to do?

When it began I was no more than a pawn, a tool in the grander scheme of things. And like a tool I was used until I served no purpose. Again and again was I thrusted into senseless outrage. I have committed countless acts of violence and have caused untold suffering. Each time I lose myself in the chaos of it all, I lose pieces of my own soul. Is this the reason I was put to the sword?

I have learned that the cycle of violence never ends. Perhaps we were never meant to accept one another. Our only recourse is to be driven further into pain and suffering. It is within this cycle that this world was brought into existence. The purest form of disorder. The opposition to harmony. This is what led me to be positioned here at the edge. To bring them to their knees at the sight of their own oblivion.

There are those who will come for me. They will try to finish what they started. Heroes and warriors, those who think themselves above despair, who defy destiny. I will show them no mercy. I will crush them until their precious will is broken. This is who I am now. All that is good is gone. All that remains is despair. Darkness. Chaos.

I have become pure chaos.