Jared the Demon

The man who gave me life will die tonight by my own hand. He will die at the exact moment he gave me the curse of life. I can't take my own; I will take his.

I remember the moment I was born. Two weeks ago on this day. Christmas Eve. It was dark. He hasn't put my chocolate chip eyes in yet. The cold air flew into the beast of the machine that I was in as he opened its door. My body was warm and soft. I could feel every breath threatening to implode my soft inner core. Every exhale pushed my body down into the pan that was smoldering on my back as if the glowing ball of fire the humans call the sun was pushing up against me. I could hear the roar of the machine as if it were a demon in disguise. My soft body, bubbling, moving with the flow of my breath, the connections of my atoms ripping and forming and joining and bursting.

Finally, the cold air flowing into the beast beat out the heat as I could hear the metal plate I was on being moved through the air. I felt the air breathe through my body as each bubble became colder and colder. My outside was cooling; my inside was boiling like the inside of a volcano. I could feel the popping and cracking as my inner body became more solid. I breathed through the pores in my body. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I couldn't see. But I could breathe.

Slowly, my body hardened, but I could tell I was staying somewhat soft inside, as my breathing was flowing smoothly still. I worried about what was happening. Where was I? Why was I? Who was I? I could feel that I didn't belong in this world. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

Suddenly, I felt a movement. A touch. Something was out there grabbing my body. Its cold hands, freezing hands, grabbed my body. If I could move, I would have shuddered from the pain of the cold on my warm body. Like iceicles stabbing into my hard exterior. I was set down upon another hard surface. Vibrations from underneath me shook my body. An earthquake of movement around me shook my world. My body jumped into the air. I could feel the world around me spin, and just for a second, I felt free. Then, I was back on the surface.

What was out there? Did it capture me and render me useless? Did it plan to torture me more or kill me? I hoped it would be a quick death.

Suddenly, I felt a poke at the top of my body, and a blurred vision of light came into focus. Another poke and more light. I could still not make out what was in front of me; what kind of demon stole my body and soul. My vision became slightly clearer as time went on. I could now see the monster that towered above me. A creature with pure white skin and black hair atop its head. Black eyes stared into my soul, and its smile proved its demonic nature. beneath the smile were sharp white teeth almost as large as half my body. It was having fun. It looked young. Not many wrinkles. I was trapped by its parasitic stun venom and was one one-hundredth of its size. It knew I was no threat.

I know who the demon is. His name is Jared. I could hear through the faint vibrations of my body from another demon that sometimes visits, who says his name. I am on a plate on the table in his eating area, which they call the kitchen. I have saved enough of my energy over the last two weeks to be able to follow through on my plan. The plan to kill this demon named Jared. I take a deep breath, feeling the wind go through my pores and flow through my small body, and I shove my shoulder to the left and fall down onto the table beneath the plate. I feel my shoulder chip. A shockwave flows through my crispy body. Every atom inside of me screams. I shuffle forward anyway. Towards the poison. Towards Jared the demon's death.

After the monster replenished my eyesight, I could then at least see what his horrendous plans were for me. I saw twenty others, just like me, lying around me. Their backs were on the floor, staring straight up into the sky. Some didn't even have eyes yet. The demon shoved a brown dollop into my comrade's face. His eye!

He let us sit there, wondering about our fate for who knows how long. Time felt meaningless. We couldn't move or fight. We were at his mercy. He let us flood in our fear as it washed all around our bodies, into our pores, and through our minds. He knew what he was doing. He was a master of his craft. Above us was a bright light that shone directly into our eyes, blinding us from looking past the small area we were placed. Another form of torture. We couldn't even see what waited for us across the room.

Finally, he came back into the room. He looked down at us, his towering form casting a shadow of my friends in arms. He moved his arm down towards ur ranks and picked up one of us. The poor man only saw light and fear. He never stood a chance. The demon bit down on his head, and his insides sprayed down upon us. Bits and pieces bounced off the ground and fell on top of us. This monster was throwing the bowels of our comrade right back down onto us. He must love the taste of fear upon his victims. He reached back down for another victim, but his hand was speeding right towards me. No! No! No! I pleaded in my mind. I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. All I could do was watch as his hand reached down to grab me. But instead of eating me, he brought me over to a white plate. I thought I was dead. I tried to move once again, and this time I did move my arm, but only slightly. It was pointless. This venom was too strong.

He placed another on top of me. Then another. And another. He stacked all of them on top of me. I could barely breathe through my pores. I couldn't see anything but the backs of my brethren. The pain of them suffocating me wore down my body. I thought I would die just from the weight of them, as I could feel cracks in my body forming. Cracks that shouldn't be there. One of my brothers fell from the top of the pile, and I could see his body break in half, bits flying everywhere, his eyes staring straight at me, begging for help. All I could do was watch. I couldn't even think of my family as this monster took our memories, but I prayed for whoever I knew and loved before this nightmare. I prayed they were not one of the people trapped in here with me. I prayed for their peace. I prayed for hope. I prayed for a quick end.

Past my brother's broken body, I saw movement. The demon. He put down some powder on the ground in the corner of his domain. I finally noticed, next to that powder, the bodies of others. Not ones like us, but more hairy. Long tails. Large eyes. Four legs. Were they enticed to go towards the powder? His poison. The venom. He was a mass killer of anything that he could get his hands on. These poor souls. These poor, poor souls.

Over time, the pile became lighter as more and more of my comrades' bodies were lifted and killed. Their insides landing like missiles on top of us. This was a true warzone. This horror continued until I was the last one on the plate. My time was soon coming to an end. I will end up just like my brethren. Headless, insides splayed, dead. But that was when I noticed the venom sitting on the table. That was when I had an idea.

I made it back to the plate just as the glowing ball of fire outside made its way over the horizon. The demon normally ate his prey in the morning after dipping them in a boiling cup of liquid he deemed necessary for that day. Even more torture before our impending demise. I shake out the final bits of white powder on the top of my body and finally sit still.

Jared, the demon, walks out into the room, screams his demonic roar, and walks over his murder ground. He comes to grab me, and I let him. There is no escaping this demon. There is only letting fate run its course with a little added spice. He brings me up to his sharp, ravenous teeth and bites off a leg. I am calm. I know my sacrifice will save millions. Maybe save my own family, whom I do not even remember. He takes a bite out of my other leg. They were useless anyway. This monster won't harm anyone else.

That was my final thought as he shoved my whole body inside of his death trap of a mouth, and the darkness came back once again.