Part 5: Villainy
If you are one to indulge in the thoughts of dramatists, connoisseurs of literature and even the intelligentsia who claim to have mastered the art of influence, to have unlocked the working of the human mind, then you are probably familiar with the narrative of a valiant hero standing up to a villainy force that is a thousandfold more powerful than he or she.
He flings me across the room with a flick of his wrist as I rush toward him, every inch of me but my mouth screaming die!
The villain would possess a peculiar set of weapons that overwhelm our hero. On occasion one of these might be an unexpected charm with which he gathers support to himself or completely disarms the hero.
‘Oh hey, hey, hey…am happy to see you too and I like bear hugs as much as the next person…but that would kill us both, remember?’
Maybe that’s the idea. I try to shout but the words choke my throat as my eyes wander to where Sofia lies. He laughs at the message my actions personify.
‘Oh, I like you. I really, really do! Do you want to know why?’
Then, as you would have it, the villain would conflict our hero with a truth that’s often a product of machinations they put in motion a long time ago…
‘You my lovesick friend are a usurper.’
‘I am not!’ I scream back.
‘Oh but you are. “Sealed from mankind, To serve its plight.” You defied the very essence of what you are, just so you could feel loved, ‘he points to Sofia, ‘Blinded by her acceptance to the point where you willingly ignored that you were subconsciously applying your influence on her, manipulating her very thoughts and slowly decaying her will…and emotions.’
‘Liar!’ I scream as I will my limbs to move again.
…or sometimes, only the bare truth, unaltered.
‘Ooh, spicy! I should consider investing in this business of romance, I muse it could amplify my powers too…but you misread me forger. I never speak in vain. In such close proximity of each other, our powers should cancel out just enough to break your influence on her. Maybe now, you would like to hear what she really feels about you?’
Sofia stirs where she lies. She struggles to sit up, the shackles and chains on her arms and legs clanking loudly.
She scans the room slowly to get her bearing. Her gaze rests on me.
‘Who…who are you?’
For one long wanting hearbeat, the answer eludes me.
So today happens to be my second anniversary of starting this blog, even though WordPress tells me it was yesterday. I tell you WordPress is beginning to let things slip through his memory, that poor chap.
Now I haven’t figured out yet what annual tradition to carry out on this day (or if there’s even a need for it). But today I’ve decided to publish two posts at once, something I’ve never managed before.
And so, without much further ado, as one famous ‘doctor’ was fond of saying: allon-sy to part six!