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Reflection
If you look into the eyes of a killer, would you know they are guilty? Would you already know what they were about to do, or did for that matter? What happened many years ago was not an accident. Innocent lives were lost at the hands of a mad man. However, it was I who would turn into a bigger monster than he. It was so cold back then as I felt the frost biting at my skin, and the element would soon encompass my heart. I was tainted even before I did anything. The day after I learned of my true abilities my entire world as I knew it crumbled before my eyes. To think an unfortunate encounter with yet another human scum could change my life forever. The Nazis weren't the only ones who I received a nasty hand of cards from. Not only would I watch my family suffer at their hand, but I would later assume the suffering of my true love and the precious result of such pure love.
Once the reign of evil subsided, I fled with my lover to a distant town. A place we both called home. It was an Inn—rather small but it was only a temporary solution until we saved enough money to buy a house. It was our home though, a place we could finally call our own after so many years. Soon after a new light shed upon us; the birth of our daughter, Anya. She was so small and gentle, and very much like her mother. Although happiness was attained at home, it was not to last for long.
It started when an odious man, who's name is too loathed to say, cut a bad deal and decided not to pay me for my first days wages. When I found out of this matter I took it into my own hands to seek justice. There was no way I was going to simply stand idle whilst my family was barely holding together back home because of it. I didn't realize at the time what I had done. Perhaps I even wanted to forget it all. By the time I could do anything more, the nearby crowbar crashed into the backside of the man, injuring him greatly. There was no possible way I could prepare for what would happen next.
It was an "accident" they say. The raging flames that consumed what I had worked so hard for. My wife was fortunate enough to be out long enough before the fire, but when I went back for my daughter, I was forbidden to enter. The cries of innocence slowly drifting away from me. I will never forget those cries of help, those cries of pain, suffering–a most terrible death. "Daddy! Daddy!" It was all I could hear from such a short distance. The more I tried to go to her call, the more I was restrained, beaten, and ridiculed. I was being punished for trying to save my precious talisman. If only there was a way I could become stronger than all of them. If I could make them all suffer the way they made myself and my family suffer. Then it suddenly hit me.
What I did could not compare to any act of malice they had inflicted upon me. The last conscious words I could hear in my head were, 'this is for you...' but to whom I was speaking of I did not realize. All I knew was that this thing inside of me was growing stronger by the second. Such a feeling, it was all too familiar. The power that enabled the crowbar to hit upon the man would reach its peak. Every single shard of metal around my being and everyone else soon flew violently like a storm of pure hatred coursing through my veins. I didn't care about anything anymore, and for that, I lost everything. I lost the last of my control, and I enjoyed it. I was the last one standing, except for Magda, my wife that stood horrified at the brutal scene of death before her eyes. The last I saw was her hair flying past her shoulders in an attempt to flee as far away from me as she could.
"You are no better than them. You are a monster! Stay away from me!"
So I did. The final piece of the puzzle was set in place. I would become a new person from that moment on. No longer was I a mere human. I was a superior being! I would change the lives of millions from this day forward. I, was a being that wielded a godly power. Hell, I was a god, and I still am.
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I stand at the tomb stone of my beloved where several red roses lay wilted, and petals that were once as desirable as our love once was, were now withered and black. A freshly cut flower of the same origin fell gracefully from my hand as I looked to the engraved markings on the slate. It was as if I expected to see something else written there instead of her name. My eyes glance to the glimmering object which lay on my finger; a ring, my wedding band from so long ago. How silly it was to still wear it after so long, but it was a part of me and a symbol of the love we once had. I took it off to idly roll it between my index finger and my thumb. Never once taking my sight off of it, I suddenly went into a trance as if hypnotized by the movement.
Magda wasn't always the most easy to deal with all of the time, but I still loved her regardless. There was a way about her that just made me feel as if a part of me was always missing, but I found my other half when I met her, and at times my better half. From those god-awful Concentration camps, I had become extremely bitter during those times. It is ironic that despite all of that, I found a light during those dark times. It was when I saw her I felt my happiest. For the longest time I blamed myself for everything that happened to my family.
The Nazis brutally beat myself and my family to the point where they would even beg for death at times. For that they would get beat even more and left to suffer. I was no different from the matter. We were all eventually lined up like animals waiting to be shot. I loved them deeply and they were all I had to live for. I resisted the urge to shut my eyes when they held the weapon to our heads. The officer ordered the soldiers to open fire, but the bullets never reached me. Each and every one of them fell into the ditch we dug earlier for ourselves, and I was soon to follow. It was hell trying to get through all of the masses of rotting flesh before my eyes. It was a nightmare, but I had to escape no matter how hard it was. Somehow, there was something inside that willed the fatal shots away. However, I couldn't help but wonder why I hadn't done the same for my family.
Every point in my life that I felt I would fall into that ditch again after I met Magda, she had a way of letting me know things would be okay again whether she said so or not. It was simply a look in her eyes that had a way of making me feel that small shred of hope again. She gave me another reason to go on with my life. To look forward to the happiness that was so close to being attained. However, that hope was taken from me when we hit a rocky part of our marriage.
She became doubtful of me when I couldn't find a steady job. I had several odd jobs of hard working labor, but that was barely enough to sustain a family of two. Argument after argument was exchanged each night I came home from a long day's work. She lost her faith she once had in me, until one day I found the job of a life time. It was another construction site that hired me full time and I could now better support us. Things started to look up again, especially when we learned of Magda's pregnancy. Such a joyous time in our lives. I cannot recall a happier time.
Shortly after our daughter was born things began to get complicated again. My payment was conveniently getting cut for the first days of my grueling hours of work by the new boss. I was fine as long as we still had money to pay the bills, but the money we had was barely enough and I sought vengeance. Magda began to lose faith in me once again, and our marriage was slowly being pulled out from under us.
I realize now, that she only supported me when things were good. My senses began to come back to me as I realize I am still holding the ring. I take one last look to it before looking back at her tomb stone. With that I willed the ring towards the slate. Slowly did I begin to fill the letters of her name with the alloy of ring until there was nothing left.
"You never loved me like I loved you, and for that, I will never let myself love again like I did you."
I feel my figure begin to walk away from the site. This was yet another new start for me. I was free of the shackle that bound me to a now loveless marriage. Alone to walk the path of the future with the remains of the past.
