(This is the fourth part of an ongoing prose series in this blog, the first part was Mindreader, the second was Mindreader Once Again and the third was Mindreader in Deluge)This is weird and most awkward. He had, had physical affairs with the most voluptuous and beautiful girls on the goddamn planet. He had killed this girl's hot sister and he had tried almost like people try food, every variety of girl on this planet, then why, why was he unable to kill her. His usually perfectly coloured world, coloured sensibly coloured in the red shade of passion was a mess and a blurr with this girl. Her golden rays always messy never shining with the plethora of planning but giving a messy blurring to her life seemed to actually make him desire her wild spirit more but surprisingly this was not his rather usual urge to tame her and to make her obey his strong will but to mingle in the blue waters of her life, to let her be her own self the mountain spring while he would be the hart of the forest of her life. He never surprisingly wished her to change but suddenly wished to change his ownself, his inner soul to resonate her grey cerebrality and yet the presence of her green and blue simplicity. This time it wasn't those idiotic ex-Mossad bodyguards which were his problem but actually his own body and mind. He remembered the terrible headaches the worse fear and that blank forgetfullness that engulfed her sister and sympathetically reflected in his own body. He remembered the terrible terror of each that he had killed and that welcoming sense of forgetfullness. He was quite proud of his work and took an artist's pride in the kills he had accomplished and that invigorating sense of release and satisfaction. Each kill brought with it a sense of pain and ectasy only available otherwise in the art of Hierros Gammos.However suddenly he wished to forget all of this and just be the normal physics graduate from India he was pretending to be to capture the eye of Melissa and just be that be there for Melissa, be a part of the fabric of her life and have her as the brightest red fabric of his life. He did not manage to even think of killing her as he went for date after date with this simple girl right underneath the noses of her bossy set of four bodyguards. And yet he could not kill her for he was floating on the ectasy of love's light.
He condemned himself that Love would be his greatest fault and it would end on the planet his mortal lease. He tried to once again feel that thrill in his loins that came when he saw the target in the cross hairs of his MFGX2( A German Sniper rifle). He tried feel that ectasy of pain that he felt in his own body as his victim slowly wasted away at the hands of his slow flowing poisonous reprimands that he so brilliantly collected from the whole planet. However, the ectasy and love for the slow froth of death would just not come with the Golden joy of love that permeated his being with Melissa. He wished for nothing, not even her body, for he desired the greatest her sparkle of the Eternal Jewel, her vibrant, multi-hued soul to satisfy the dank blackness of his own soul. He chided himself that he had tried every flavour of woman on the planet, how then could this drab American attract his eye, but Love obeyed not his mind. It broke every adamantine barrier of logic or flattulently empty physical points of Questions he put forward for it and owned him. Love permeated and became his being and there was no escape for this poor fly.
He was trapped into the soul-quenching hunger of love that minded no logic nor any physical feeling or response but just struck when it felt like striking and compelled a slavish brute to be created from the independent human being that existed before its arrival. Mindreader had been squashed flat by love.
His customers however were not so free minded, they tired of the wait for the death of the second girl though there man was travelling with her for months so intimately that killing her would be as easy as breathing for him and they were irritated with his retience from killing the girl. They started pushing him to kill her and brought the condition to a point where he could no longer return without killing the girl the next day. He knew then that his hand was forced and it wouldn't be he that died if he refused but his only family members in the whole world. He would have to kill her, but he also knew that the prophecy was coming true. There would be a death the next day, he just wondered whose?
