Chapter 10- Fool's monologue

Clap! Clap! Clap!

A wave of congratulations overwhelmed the room. People were cheering the performers. They danced and sang and moved like the fast wind.

Animals obeyed their master's instruction. They painted the drawings. 

Magicians showed the tricks earning the excited yells from the crowds. 

What a bunch of idiots. What a fool? They made the show as a playground. Such blasphemy. 

A man sat on the ceiling. He was holding a light bolt aiming at the lead performer. His hand steadily followed the performer. His action seemed like an excited youth but his eyes were dark.

It emitted a cold uncaring feeling. A deep hatred etched inside the depth of his heart. He scowled. 

He hated this type of show. There was no passion in it. They were fools following the scent of money.

I am better than them. I am no fool. I am not being controlled by money. I am true to my own craft. Haha..

He covered his mouth barely holding back from laughter. He couldn't wait for the show he prepared for this city. He couldn't wait to hear the true cheering of the crowd. 

The unmasking of the world.

The show ended on a high note. He got down from the ceiling and went straight to the management person to take his part of the pay.

Even though he was not a money person, this world is tailer for people to pursue money. It demanded money.

After that he left. He wandered around the city streets. Moonlight shines down his hat. He looked around. Car moving, drunk people on the sideway yelling at the sky for how shitty the world is.

The night was getting deeper. 

Slowly he felt his desire getting stronger. He found a couple hanging in the empty park. He watched the two in silence. They kissed. They touched to find pleasure.

They enjoyed each other. A lot.

The guy's hand slipped under the girl's shirt. He fondled the breast. The girl moaned as she felt a wave of pleasure coming from the nipples.

This scene would cause a frown in the daytime but the dark perfectly covered the act. And the couple surely exploited the dark to their will.

He looked at the scene with intensity. His eyes are looking for something in this act.

The girl pushed at the guy and said in a lewd tone. " Stop it. What if someone saw us doing it?"

" But we can't do this at home." The guy said. His hands moving down to the pants. " Besides, you are getting wet."

He stood up and took out a gun from his jacket. He walked toward the couple with a steady pace. Because of his silence, the couple didn't notice his presence until it was too late.

He slammed the gun's handle at the boy's head and kicked at the girl's back with great force.

He then quickly broke both of the couple's legs. They screamed. He shook his head and crouched down.

He pressed the gun at the boy's head and said in a calm tone.

" Mind if I ask a question." 

The boy nodded. The boy grabbed the girl's hand and gave her a look. 

Seeing this scene, he frowned.

Fake. FAKE.

" Do you love her?"

" Yes."

" Really?"

The boy paused and gave a determined look at him. " You won't know."

He snorted in disgust. " Oh really? Love. True. Love is beyond me. It is a meaningless concept. But it provided a beautiful scene."

He stood up and aimed his gun at the girl. 

" Fuck her. Or she will be a piece of meat." He said in a cold blooded tone.

Before the boy could yell at him, he fired a gun shot at the girl's thigh. She screamed out and held her thigh as the blood poured out from the bullet wound.

" Quick. Quick." He smiled. " Don't waste time. Truth only appears for a few seconds. I want to see you pounding her."

" I will. I will. Don't shoot her." The boy said desperately and pulled down his pants.

Before the boy could tore apart the girl's clothes, he shot another bullet. This time straight to the boy's head. His eyes filled with disgust. 

" What a terrible human being! Trying to rape a wounded girl. Such a tragedy. Such an unfair world. Make the lord bring this fiend to the depth of hell." He shouted.

The girl cried as her lover fell down onto her. Along with the pain both physically and mentally, she cried out.

He looked at her expressionless. He sighed. " Not sadness. Just a pure survival instinct."

He sensed the desire to live from her. And it was a sin to him. He wanted to see her mourn for her lover. Instead of seeing that, she showed him an ugly cry. There was no depth inside her cry.

Just plain cry.

He shot at the girl.

He then dropped the gun to the ground and wandered off. 

Police will come in a few minutes. He thought.

When will I unmask the sadness? How can I unmask the sadness? What method should I use?

The news would likely show this scene as a tragedy. But that is not true. Tragedy didn't happen here. There is no tragedy.

He looked at the sky.

Two weeks. 

There is a new toy in the city. Spider-man and CrystalChin. Spider-man is a perfect protagonist for my script. I lack the heroine and villain. 

I will be the villain. For the heroine, I will just use the crowd.

There is so many fake in this era and so little truth. I will broke down the fake and revealed the world the truth. The truth about human's emotion.

I, master of illusion, will reveal the truth.

He opened his phone and dialed at his men. " Pick me up. And prepare my costume."