Tuesday, October 09, 2007

The rappist

He silently stared… He scanned the public… He knows what to look for. He senses the guilt, he senses the fault, he senses the wrong doing of each and every individual. He can also sense the weight of the crime and give sentence… He does not need justification, he does not need cause, he does not need confirmation or approval… All he needs is to sense it.

There it is… Rape… Pleasure for the action… Pride… For doing the act… For getting away with it… There is no anger in him… He can sense this; he can sense it… He can sense all of this and still no hint of feeling surfaces; no rage, no pain, no remorse, no guilt, no regret… No hint of emotion… Only calculated actions… One verdict…. Death.

He follows the rapist. He is completely unnoticed. In fact, there is no hint of his existence. He is an instrument of punishment. He is a tool for revenge…

He follows the rapist. Into the train. Destination unknown… It does not matter… There is no where to go to afterwards… As the sentence is served, the next one will surface…

Distance… There is no time element… The rapist gets off the train, and walks into the crowd… He follows… No one pays any attention to him, no one wastes a second glance for him...

He follows him into a dark alley… No lights… The rapist is feeling excited… He looks around, lost in the comfort of his own thoughts… Silently, he approaches… A quick flash… The rapist has been served with the appropriate penalty…

1 comment:

Littlewind said...

Judgement days and nights... Are they guiltless? Is the punisher content with the result and the punishment? Or is it as doubtful as it seemed? Does hot blood flush away all that’s wrong?