Chaos Will Reign

No rhyme or reason, according to authority, is like being the village idiot. They say things like "only a fool would attempt to control chaos" or "only an imbecile would even think of that" just to hurt me, break me down, and then rebuild me in their own insufferably boring image. But I never thought their words hurt me, I had always brushed them off easily like a speck of dust. Or so I had thought as I looked up at them sitting high and mighty on their pedestals like they knew everyone in that damned hall wanted to be them. I could feel the rage prickle under my skin as they spoke of plans to take over the city, dismissing concerns and ideas with their filthy lies.

“Won’t that take too long?” I questioned once “They’ll figure us out before we even get close to the mayor.”

One of the men looked down at me and asked, "And what do you suggest as a better plan?" "Why work our way up if it does nothing but make us buddy-buddy with him? The mayor only looks out for himself, right?" I replied confident that my idea was at least borderline foolproof.

One of the men snorted before all five went into hysterics, the whole hall following after them. The laughter had rung through the chamber so loudly I couldn’t even hear myself think or breathe. But as quickly as it had started it stopped, this was due to a quick gesture from the man in the middle of those mighty scumbags as he looked down at me with an amused smirk teasing at the corners of his mouth.

He was the leader of this wretched operation, his father -Who had been even worse if you ask me- had founded our little club, and in turn leadership had been passed down to him. The eldest son.

“Oh you poor little fool” he quipped his grating voice grinding against my eardrums in the deafening silence “you have no clue, do you? How pathetic.” he spat the last word in my face and I cringed back.

One of the other men snorted again which earned him a glare that could kill in seconds from both parties.

“N-no clue about what?” I asked stubbornly trying to sound confident despite the obvious shaking of my voice.

“About the real world,” he scoffed, “it's not a free-for-all where you can do whatever you please. There are rules in place for a reason, most likely to stop imbeciles like you gaining power they don’t deserve.”

I had felt my face go red hot with shame and anger as I listened to his words, I wasn't an imbecile. I was right. I paused before saying, “Well, rules are made to be broken by the unforgiving laws of chaos, aren't they?” I was not sure what it meant at that time but it felt perfect as it rolled off my tongue.

But, as expected this caused yet another uproar, which was yet again quickly silenced with that same irritatingly simple hand gesture.

“You little fool-” He had started.

But my rage began to overwhelm me as I heard that humiliating word is shot in my direction yet again.

“I am NOT a fool!” I cried out, my hands balled into fists, nails digging into my palms, “and believing chaos doesn’t make me one.”

I was met with a scowl, of course he had been angry, no one talks adversely to someone that powerful and gets through it intact.

After pausing for a moment he looked up and around the room a sly grin slowly forming on his face, “Gentleman, why don't we show this poor boy how good his precious chaos really is.”

The handful of what I previously had viewed as esteemed crime lords began to approach me, I almost immediately recognized the sadistic greed filling their features. My suspicions were confirmed the moment the first person's knuckles made harsh contact with my jaw, knocking me to the ground.

I allowed myself to be thrown around, gasping for breath as body parts and makeshift weapons crashed into my head, chest, and gut. The pain shot through my nerves, its talons sinking into my soul dragging me into blissful calm.

When I woke up there was nothing left in the room but the void of empty seats and the metallic taste of blood still lingering on my tongue. never had I felt so alone and so full of joy.

There was no one left to stop me, no one there to hold me back from my true power.

Chaos would finally reign.

I ignored the pain as I lifted my broken body from the stained oak floor. It only made me stronger in the end. And chaos being the punctual being it waits for no one.

You see Chaos never comes when called, it is no obedient puppy. It comes when needed and I swear to you it was needed.

I’d show them all who the real fool is.

You see I had this genius plan, the mayor of this city was a cheating, lying, no-good bastard -excuse my language-. He was planning to make his annual self-centered birthday speech where he would list all the ‘amazing’ things he had done that year. I made sure to get him the perfect present this time around. Five 9 millimeter bullets with his name on them.

That would sure make an impression.

I had walked around this same city plaza thousands of times, the same rough pavement beneath my feet, the same brick buildings towering over me. But this time it felt different. There was a sort of charge in the air prickling against my skin in anticipation for what was to come.

This leads us here. Standing at the edge of the crowd the Mayor standing at his pedestal serving the sickly sweet fabrications that the citizens ate up like it was their last meal. It made me sick. I didn’t bother to hide my weapon. The cops in this city were lazy and unlikely to watch their lives through the barrel of a fully loaded gun. The same goes for the citizens. Humans can be such cowards. I aim loosely at the mayor, knowing ol faithful would always hit her mark especially with a god in our favor. One by one the bullets ripped through the mayor's lie-soaked flesh causing him to stumble back in shock.

The terror in his eyes as he saw the fresh blood blooming across his previously pristine shirt almost brought me to tears of laughter. My hysterics were drowned out by the rowdy crowd, their screams sweet music in my ears as I was jostled about. Amongst the craze I watched the mayor's body become swarmed by guards scanning the crowd frantically, one eventually making eye contact with my piercing gaze. It's not like I was trying to hide, I wanted everyone to know it was me and my beautiful goddess who had done this. We caused this masterpiece. I lifted once again lifted my pistol to shoot, but the weight seemed wrong in my hands and I realized a vital flaw in that moment. I had forgotten to reload my gun. -Oh well-, I thought amused as my rival's bullet entered my body and I collapsed to the ground, my own heartbeat slowly becoming my downfall. I laughed as I felt myself fading, although, in reality, it came out more like a bloody cough. In my eyes, I had won. I was dying in the perfect moment, with my goddess her scent like freshly baked bread on a cold day, her touch like a blissful embrace, her taste a sweet-savory concoction as addicting as heroin.

But even in my ecstasy I couldn't help but think -How could a fool create such perfection?-