AN: This is a one shot unless of course I am encouraged to add. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think
There are monsters in this world, and they walk in the skins of men.
The words swirl and tumble through my brain as I stalk through my day today. There are monsters. There are monsters in plain sight, if we bother to learn to recognize them. My thoughts are churning, swimming, drowning in such thoughts of evil, of monsters.
Why does this matter so much to me? Why is it my place to act as a locator for the monsters? Why have I placed myself in this position? The answers are clear. I know what they are. They can't hide from me. I have seen them standing in the bus stations talking to the runaways who get off the buses to their doom. I have seen these hidden monsters smile with such delight as they bathe in the pain they create. I have seen them in action, and now I do something about it.
I spend my nights hunting for the predators of men. I watch in quiet shadows as the pimps beat their whores, the drug addicts beat their children. Then I wait. I wait for the moment of opportunity to strike a blow for good.
Take you, for instance. Please don't struggle. It isn't going to do you any good. You were supposed to be a stand up guy. You were supposed to be a mentor, and a friend to children. How many boys came forward to testify against you? Six? Then all of a sudden no one would speak. You got off, but I knew. I knew you raped each one of those boys. They trusted you.
Oh, stop that screaming! You really are getting on my nerves. Can't we just have a friendly little chat before I take care of business? Oh well, now this is going to hurt a little. Okay, it's going to hurt a lot, but it is the only way I can learn more about the monster inside of you. I need to see it. I want to study it. I want to know if it is just a possession or more like a virus.
Oh, come on! Don't be such a baby! That is only the skin off your foot. We have a lot more to go. Let me put this skin in the bucket. After I am done, you are going to be a most interesting quilt.
So how did you stop those kids from testifying? Did you scare them? Did you bribe their parents? No, don't answer. I already know. Don't forget, I've been watching you. You couldn't help but bump into them repeatedly, huh?
Got to be careful. Boy! Look at that! A whole piece of calf skin without so much as a tear. This is going much better than I thought. Let's see if I can get the shin to do the same. Oops, no such luck, but no matter. Here, Jacob, have a piece of skin. Good dog, you eat that up.
Will you look at the time? I have to go clean up. I can't teach sixth grade looking like this. Where does the time go? You will just have to wait until I get home. See you tonight.
There are monsters in this world, and they walk in the skins of men.
The thought is still there. By tomorrow morning, I will know if it is true. By the morning, I will have a new statue in my gallery, and a better understanding of the monsters. The phrase stays, urging me on.
There are monsters in this world, and they walk in the skins of men.
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Michelle