Becoming+the+devil

= __**Becoming the Devil**__ =

Perched on the grassy bank, I look out at the dark oak bridge and the shadows of the townsfolk crowding on to its wooden platform. The planks are illuminated with the lights they have all brought with them. Everyone is shouting. Mothers crying out their childrens names. Babies wailing because of all the commotion. Everyone is scrambling to get a better view of the churning water underneath them and the sight it is going to bring.

They could hear the boat before they saw it. As it came round the bend in the river, the night grew still again. All the sounds that were left was the humming of the engine and the splash of the water as it crashed up against the boats sides. The storage area is piled high with sacks of flour. This is the first food boat. No more carriages and wheezing horses. No. Now there are boats. But I know better. What will happen soon will overule everything.

As the next few minutes pass, everyone is silent. Quietly watching the boat creep nearer and nearer. Little do they know that this boat brings nothing but death. Death is their destiny. The boat arrives at the bridge and the town breaks out in applause. The sound is different from the last. It is not angry and frustrated. It is happy and amazed. I despise of happiness. Of laughter. My life was filled with pain and cut short because of this town. This dreaded town. I am no longer an angel but a devil. I feast on other peoples pain. Their pain is my happiness. I cannot wait any longer. It has to happen now.

The boat is under the bridge. It is coming out the other side. A smile creeps onto my face. All the townsfolk rush onto the other side. Scrambling to see it again. And the bridge collapses. The wooden planks plunge into the freezing water. Screams of terror ring out in the cold night air. I am laughing now. Heads bob up and down in the water. Their mouths opening up wide gulping in as much air as they can before sinking down again. People have swum to the other side and are dragging their friends out, crying out when they realise they are dead. My work here is done. I have left terror in this town. Many people will die tonight. Because of me. Because they were stupid enough to kill me when I had power. Now they will die too. And I sink back into the ground. Clutching the bolt that I took out of the bridge this morning. Laughing to myself. I am evil but I am happy. Fulfilled. And that is all that matters.