Mr. Dark
by Daniel Beadle - Thursday, September 6, 2007
“It’s too bad about your girlfriend,” Mr. Dark says with the faintest hint of amusement. “She was such a beautiful child, wasn’t she? I’ll bet her beauty keeps you up at night. I’m sure you think endlessly about every perfect detail of her face… and her body.”Stalker sits on the couch, eyes transfixed on the blank wall, quivering with restrained angst.
“She did have a great body. Thin… athletic… Everything you could’ve asked for. And now she’s gone. Now you have nothing but memories that haunt you, memories that taunt you. You want her back with every fiber of your being. But now, I’m just stating the obvious, aren’t I?”
Mr. Dark smiles and walks over to the window, peeking through the blinds at a happy couple walking by. “You know, I was once like you. Ruled by my emotions. Governed by my… feelings.” He says the last word with disgust.
“Emotions are the very thing that make humans weak. All those insignificant and totally insipid chemical reactions that have absolutely no purpose or merit. To be controlled by those impulses is the surest way to find self-destruction. And there’s only one logical end to that path…"
The happy couple outside the window begins arguing. Mr. Dark smiles.
“Emotions are only dangerous when you believe that they have significance.” He turns away from the window, snatching up a picture of Jen from the table next to the couch.
“She was beautiful. Certainly the kind of girl that you could violate in every respect and walk away with a smile on your face. That’s love…”
A tear rolls down Stalker’s right cheek as he whispers, “She loved me…”
“Really? I’m sure she was very convincing. After all, she was meant to be.”
“What do you mean by that?” He turns around.
Mr. Dark is gone.
“…There is a disease in the heart of man. Its symptom is hate. Its symptom is anger. Its symptom is rage. Its symptom is war. The disease is human emotion.”—Father
