The Cracking Egg

The Cracking Egg

Ben was a dependable man. Always on time, always in full uniform. Every gory detail that came down from his superiors was followed and executed to complete perfection. He completed his missions even when he began to have trouble sleeping. His mind screamed out and banged around his skull like a racquet ball tournament.

Still he quieted this voice. Still he persevered and pushed through the gnawing in his mind. He’d perfected this for years. Even before his career in private security blossomed into a lucrative venture. It was his attention to detail that made him such a success, but more so was his ability to withstand any and all foreign elements that might make others explode. Ben Maintained his discipline even with a gun in his face.

All he had to do was store it away in the deep dark pit of his soul. He could not know that every dark thing he stowed down there was staining the walls black. They visibly writhed around like some monstrous lurking creature spawned from hell itself.

All the darkness that was stored away was potential energy that by the laws of the universe dictate could not be destroyed, so in his soul it sat…incubating and growing and yearning for release. It was like an obscene pregnancy. The pangs of birth were not so far in the distance. It was a drum that throbbed in his mind.

Sometimes when he would walk the same hallway enough…for perhaps the hundredth time that day during his routine patrols, the glare from the marble disturbed him. Maybe it was lack of sleep but the hallway would almost turn like a pinwheel in the distance. It was like an endless infinite vortex to nothingness. Like an endless road waiting for him to drop dead, for the road would never end and as it veered slightly it mocked him.

Still he completed his daily tasks and drills and all he had to do was store bad moments away into his darkening soul to accomplish his mission.

One particular contract led Ben to patrol a high rise sky scraper top to bottom. It was the home of an important economic juggernaut. Thus his presence and tireless work ethic was required and it also payed handsomely. No wife, no kids so the money he made went far.

One endless hallway led to another and there wasn’t even a shred of paranormal activity to spice things up. No…all that was here were the empty chairs of the living, long gone home to their families while he stalked the grand great castle in the city.

Ben had nothing to ponder but the nightmare of the previous evening. He was walking these halls but this time filled with people. The hustle and bustle of the floors was deafening to him. He eventually sat in the cafeteria and the noise of its inhabitants rose steadily in his mind.

One in particular, a young piggy born of a weak generation was speaking extra loudly. Like a squealing pig howling profanities. His own laughter propelled food and spittle from his mouth. People around him ignored him and continued their conversations. The squeal began to become unignorable. It was a thorn in Ben’s mind tearing grey matter. In ben’s brain the drum began to bang louder and louder. It grew so loud it was blotting out the sound of the squealing pig.

Ben was a man of action but this time it was auto pilot that brought him to his feet and approach the young pig. Before ben realized to stop himself he was standing at the table of the loud little pig. He hid a fork in the young man’s eye and twisted visciouly until he heard a metallic grind against bone and then snap. Silence erupted all around him and then the sounds of squealing pigs everywhere. The young pig looked up howling in pain and obviously in shock at Ben standing there with the blackest grin you’ve ever seen. The darkness in his soul was erupting from his smile.

Dark red blood poured out of the young pigs eye hole as nestled deeply was the business end of a steel fork in the socket. John picked up his un used silver knife to begin to saw at his throat. Hot blood hit Ben’s face and he awoke quite calm.

He pondered the nightmare as he ascended the tower of economic power. The absence of people in the building was comforting to him and his thoughts began to progress to one of a more internal healing ,before it was shattered by the sound of high pitched inebriated laughter emanating from the executive wing at the top of the building. Ben turned into a long hallway with a large black door at the end of it. Tribal masks and decor hung on the walls leading to the big black door. He was helpless at the pull of it. The darkness inside of him was drawn to the great door.

Laughter turned to a scream and Ben’s footfalls fell at a more rapid rate and echoed in the red wallpapered hallway. He kicked in the door and there completely naked was a man in his thirties. The ultimate yuppy. He held a cattle prod in his right hand, electric arcs sputtering. There before the business man was a 3 ft black cage with two children inside. One was unconcious in the fetal position and the other was pleading for help in a foreign tongue. Both children looked starved and bore old scars.

“Hey, Kids the Milk Man’s here!”
The conscious one began to sob and rub his bottom.

The yuppie man was drenched in demonic energy. “Milk enemas never get old!” He winked at Ben. Ben on autopilot again took out his knife. A dark little thing with no glint or shine. It was as dark as his soul. He showed the yuppie man the blade.

“I totally approve. I’ll pay extra if I can kill the passed out one. The loud one I want more fun with.”

Ben shuddered at the man’s erection. How could a human being derive sexual pleasure from hurting a child? Ben’s soul was black but after meeting the yuppie scum there were deeper levels to the abyss that the naked eye could not behold.

The Rapist was looking for the keys to unlock the cage when Ben’s blade pierced his had to his outer thigh. His eyes widened like the realization of an infant when mommy or daddy can achieve anger. Blood and urine ran down his leg and he began to tremble. He began to shriek like all his victims had when the realization hit them that their life would soon end at the hands of a killer.

With one arm immobilized Ben could focus on the right knee. A forward kick unbuckled his knee cap and he collapsed forward like a demented flamengo. The Yuppie began to plead with his remaining good arm. “Please stop, stop…I’m not well…I have a disease!!!!”.

The boys in the cage raged their fist at him and though they spoke a foreign tongue, Ben knew they required the yuppie to be sent to hell. He granted their wish. He unpinned the pig’s hand and plunged the blade deep into his throat under his chin and carved upward till the pig’s chin got in the way and he sawed on that for a while till he realized he needed to tidy up.

The boys were freed and given cab fare to a hospital. The body was thrown into the building’s incinerator. The blood was mopped away with generous portions of bleach for the problem areas.

The phone rang in the immense office and Ben picked it up without hesitation. An old man’s voice sounded through the receiver. “You’re hired young man. I represent an ancient organization who could use a chap like you. Mr. Tillsdale, the man you dispatched was beginning to be a problem, but there you were descending from the heavens like Lucifer himself. You did us a great service and we do not forget good deeds nor bad ones for that matter.”

Ben, now off auto pilot and very aware of what was afoot, kept things in perspective. ” Do you have dental?”

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