Shattered Mask of Sanity

The acid boiling in him was obscured by the aura of pretence he enveloped himself in. A shell of innocence impenetrable to those who wished to unveil his true character.

The mask he wore led to character reviews of a timid, innocent and WEAK person. WEAK...... he picturised himself eerily laughing at the usage of the word in connection with him. .......weak.....10 years back, his peers had suffered the wrath of that word......................................

.......He was constantly the butt of their jokes. 'kick me' signs stamped on his back; he was regularly pushed around by the "strong guys"?!!........That provide the fuel !

An overnight excursion brought along with it an unadvisable usage of the word 'weak' on HIM. The assassin in himreceived the orders..... loud and clear.........

The night was perfectly suited for romance, a first date, a kiss under the moonlight! silent night....... in his eyes, the night was perfectly suited for a murder, no three brutal murders in cold blood...Silence of the night to be shattered by screams of fear and agony.......He saw the calm on their unaware faces. Then he dived into a frenzy, a drugged high...................

The only image remnant in his memory was of the three bodies, wretched souls departed, stabbed as though a half-eaten lion's meal -- gore galore............

Sweeet, sweet revenge.

And now, he stood in front of the mortal panel of judges backed by the mortal witnesses and the parents of the three who had incurred the wrath of mortality waiting............ for the death sentences.

DEATH..............the easy way out