The man sat in a room looking out the window. He knew that the time would soon come when he would have to get up and leave his comfortable chair, but he did not want to think about that now. For now he simply enjoyed the view.
In a place that was not too distant, a cat came wondering out of an ally way, it had just eaten a meal of restaurant scraps and for once in its hard life it was content. But it knew that it would not last, it knew that soon it would be hungry again.
A being was standing on a mountain looking out at the world. It did not need to stand of the mountain to look at the world, but it liked the image he thought it created of him. He was content and as he reached out in the world he felt the happiness out there, and it was growing. But he knew that as the happiness would seem to reach its peak it would become corrupt and all the that was right and just would come crumbling down, like a brick wall attacked by a sledge hammer. It would never be the same again, that level of happiness would never be true again. There was no such thing as perfect happiness in its view, just near perfect happiness. It knew that the happiness, the blissful state of the world would end. And it did not have to put up with that.
The man sat looking out the window and noticed a flower that was growing out of the ground before him at a marvellous rate. He could actually see it push its way out before his eyes. He knew that the reason for him being on this world was before him, he was here to watch this miracle grow, and something more. He did not fell completed yet, and he knew there was more he had to do.
The girl sat on her bed, removed from the blistering music that came out of her stereo. Her make up was all back and smeared down her face from long gone tears. There was no need for tears anymore; she knew what she had to do as she gazed down at the glistening weapon before her.
The being prepared itself for its self-appointed task and knew what it would do. It would stop time at the near perfect moment and save all from the despair that was gong to come.
The man walked out to the now blooming flower and reached down and gently picked it. He knew more about his Reason now. He knew that he would have to make a choice soon, a choice that could save or damn not only the world that he was in, but also the people that are in it too. He resolves not to stumble and will his hand to remain steady as it reaches the flower. As he grasp hold of the flower a thorn pierces his palm, and a drop of blood is released onto the stem, but he does not notice the pain, such is his determination.
The girl picks up the large carving knife and it becomes her only world. It gleams silver with its own light, and she can sense its lust her flesh and blood.
The man starts moving by a means that he dose not know, but a great distance is travelled in the blink of an eye and he moves closer to a great mountain, where he senses a great peril is about to be born. Then in a great flash he jerks to a stop and the torn tears a larger piece of flesh out, increasing the blood flow. Closer by there is also a great peril. Now comes the great choice of his existence, and instinct tells him that he only has time to stop one of them. He makes a choice and moves on.
The girl moves the knife up to her arm and stops as it touches her flesh. She can feel the chill perminating out of it, and it almost commands her in what to do. She listens and it drinks of her flesh and eats of her blood. As her blood drips off her bed and onto the carpeted floor her world expands to see the man steps into the room carrying the blood soaked flower. It drips onto the floor and mixes with the blood already there. She looks up at him and smiles, not knowing that what he had just done. But he dose. As he sees the two bloods mingle he realises his mistake, and his resolve wavers. With that the pain in his hand comes up at him, and he starts to fumble but catches himself at the last moment. Hoping that he can right this wrong he flees the room. But he is not fast enough, and he falters and dies at the entrance of an unnamed alleyway in an unnamed city. The now blood red flower rolls from his hand.
The being sees the blood mingle and the rose falls from the hand and realises its error. It waited too long to deliver the final blow and now despair was here. With that thought the world rolled over it and it was back in the white room with the rubber walls.
The cat strolls up to the fallen flower, belittling the immensity of its task. It knows that the being was wrong, despair was not here. If it had delivered that final blow all would of been lost. The cat smirks as it eats the flower and misery and death extradite from them and perminated itself in the world.
The light looks across at the shadow and speaks.
"It seems you win this time. Nice touch by the way, with the cat, I didn’t see that coming though I did wonder where you were going with the flower."
The shadows laughs and speaks.
"Not bad yourself, that was a close one. But you need to stop using madmen for your purposes, they're so unpredictable"
The light responds.
"Yes but every now and again, one will come along that will surprise you"
The shadow laughs.
"There is that. Come on, I’ll go you again".