I expect that most of you reading this are fat. Fat and happy Prey. Waddling through Life like turtles.
That’s sad. Prey should be fit and make you work for it.
Why else do the chase?
Too many of you “Super size”.
One of the perks of my Life is my gym and dojo. It takes up half my floor so tall above the ground. The tower isn’t that large nor honestly, all that tall. A relic of a time in the 50s that saw buildings grow large. The dreams then are no longer the grandeous dreams of the Now. Or excessive. Penises made of steel and glass.
At least we own it, even if its through some shell corporation. Step-Mother’s.
Bitch!
Now again that was catty.
We were speaking of fitness, not relatives.
Even someone as discriminating as the Beast finds it hard sometimes, to pick perfect Prey. Too many of you have gone to seed.
Now that’s a picture, your head as a flower opening up to be pollinated before seeds sprout as some act of base procreation. You all just fuck and breed and fuck and breed, I worry about the gene pool sometime. If only you’d all shiver up and die like most plants do after they blossoming and seed. The Beast won’t need to be the bleach in the pool.
Did I mention I am very fit?
Its an obsession, working out, one learned at Sensi’s feet the hard way. She beat it in us with an oaken boken til we bleed.
Repeatedly…
Understand something, I was seriously fucked up back then.
If not for her help, I’d still be in the Soft Room of Quiet Horror drooling down my gown right now. I don’t remember much while I was “ill”, but I remember the second time we meet. Not the first. From the words I remember from then, she must have meet me before, but my mind had hard holes you could drive semi trucks through, so pardon me it I’m wrong. She may have visited any number of times before she took the Plunge and entered my Cage.
Frank let her in.
“You sure about this Doc?” he asked her, clearly nervous. We could smell Fear then. Well we still can lol. “Be better if I stayed and stood guard. That one is plain crazy and she’ll hurt you.”
I think I growled at Frank as he spoke. At them both. Seem like I would have, I don’t quite remember exactly. I was feral then, eating food as they threw it to me, disregarding the paper plate and shitting in a corner of my Cage when I needed to.
A dangerous animal.
Sensi chuckled and shooed Frank off like he was a errant school boy. She had that way about her, that I came to love. Tolerance of people less informed. Its a shame she had such a huge heart, her kindness let loose a horror on the world.
Feral ME, sat in her corner and watched, wondering at the intrusion in its little prairie.
Years later, I would read the papers in disagreement with Sensi’s plan. She wrote quite a bit of ME. Not sure if I love her for that. Dissecting me for the view and entertainment of strangers. And there was quite a disagreement too, learned advocates of the status quo, but luckily Father had money. He hired the best he could find and told them “fix it”!
Was that a mistake? I will leave it up to you, dear readers, to decide when this tale is done. It seemed to have worked somehow, even if I’m still broken and strange. Sensi put some small parts of me back together and made me whole. At least it functions in the day to day.
Most of the time…lol.
For many minutes Sensi just stood there. Relaxed and eyes almost shut. Ignoring the Beast in the corner.
Then she moved…
I know with search engine help today, she was an expert in Taekwondo. The “Tame” martial one. Her moves were the moves of that Art. A ballet of motion, and deadliness. You all see some oriental gentleman, slowly dancing in the park and smile, thinking its exercise for the old.
The Beast saw Death in those moves.
She was right no matter how many disagree. The Art called to ME.
It called to the Beast.
It took almost a dozen visits until the Beast abandoned its shit filled corner and crouched at Sensi’s feet, being submissive like predators do when they meet better predators. Baring their throats. A dozen more visits and we were standing like people and mirroring her movements.
Curse her now, because had she been less brilliant, I’d be still institutionalized and no threat.
Now I AM a threat…
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