The Screaming Letters

This is my entry for the Vocal "If Walls Could Talk" Challenge which you can read about below. The music is "The Thin Wall" by Ultravox.

If walls could talk, well maybe they can.

Well, here he was surrounded by four grey walls once again. He shouted and screamed, but those shouts and screams disappeared into the flaking plaster, like so many before him, and probably for many after him. Picked up and thrown into this cell for some minor misdemeanour.

This had happened too many times, he was not going to take this any more.

He was waiting.

He knew it was going to come.

They didn't, He did.

The walls would tell him this time.

He had been there so many times, and now the time had come.

The walls didn’t physically talk, they leaked phrases and letters.

He thought he saw sentences, they left the wall and drifted soundlessly through the air into him.

They told him that he had power and nothing could hold him back. Not locked doors, not barred windows, not the prison guards.

The walls told him nothing could stop him, and that made him feel very powerful, and he would make those who had put him here afraid, very afraid.

The words were turning him into a God of Wrath, even though he had been here many times before, this time was what he had been waiting for,

He stood up, flexed his muscles and touched the ceiling, The words and sentences were still coming from the wall, filling his head, heart and soul with ideas, fusing them together with his flesh to make him an engine of awful and frightful destruction.

He once read “The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword” but when paired with his being now the outpourings of any pen could become the most awful of weapons.

The time was drawing near.

He was due to be released in three days but he would be leaving far sooner than that.

The walls were talking to him.

The walls were telling him.

The walls were giving him instructions.

The walls were making him believe that he could do anything that he wanted and that nothing could step in his way or stop him.

He flexed his muscles once again, and then he walked towards the door.

He pressed his hands against the door and pushed.It started to thrum and vibrate. He pushed harder. The door vibrated more.

His hands were against it.

His hands were hot against the door and then suddenly it shattered into a thousand pieces leaving the doorway empty.

The security guards came, assault rifles ready for the threat but he knew that didn’t matter. The walls had made him invincible with their words.

The bullets had no effect, bouncing off him and doing more damage to the shooters than him.

He brushed his assailants aside, but they were just guards, minimum-wage thugs, the people he wanted to deal with were the ones who had put him there.

The screaming letters from the wall turned into words that made sentences that flowed into his being instructing him where his targets were and how to implement their final demise.

This was a sort of justice, they had done this to him and to others but after today they would never do it again because they would be no more.

He stood in front of the courthouse.

This was their judgement day.

This time He was the judge.............