I committed the crime I didn’t commit. (Rewritten)

Of course, after having found the road I did what I considered to be the most logical thing.

I walked down the centre of that beautiful road. As I felt in the centre of my soul that a road was meant to be used in that way.

The moon moved through the sky and time passed. I still continued to walk. I felt the urge to do nothing else. My eyes had grown heavy and what once was a straight skipping stroll, had turned to a hunched over hobble.

~What…. What is this.~

I had asked myself. The sensation was alien even to the me that once was. It was something that I had never had to endure. So obviously I was at my weakest.

So It was a given that something would come and exploit that.

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In front of me was a tiger. It had many small black lines running through its yellow fur and it's eyes contained a violent focus. It looked at me with a murderous glare, its maw dripping wet saliva.

My mind was unable to think properly. The moment I saw it I could only muster the courage to stare.

And so it pounced.

Pushing me to the ground was the tiger. It's eyes glinting with feral hunger. I looked up at it as it opened its jaws. I could hear the darkness calling once more.

My pupils dilated, sweat appeared on my brow, my teeth began to chatter and I grew both hot and cold at once.

~I don't want the dark.~

The tiger's maw opened further. And sound came from it.

"Remember your roots. Or die."

And like it was no more than a flash of light. The world disappeared.

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A man completely unclothed possessing a six pack and nothing but skin near the crotch area stood before me.

He had a cane which he leaned on with two hands and coming out of his head was a goat. It's two hooves hanging out in front of it. It looked as if some man had decapitated a mannequin and shoved a goat half way down where the head should have been.

"Greg." The goat man said to me.

The goat man stood on the back of the tiger. The tiger was frozen still and the goat man stood on it's back like it was solid stone. He had literally spawned in.

"Yes." I responded.

"You are the GOAT! Don't let this stop you!" Yelled the goat man. I grit my teeth. Memories beyond the void that I had known for so long radiated through my mind. Of conquest, of creating policies and guiding the world in such a way to solve all major problems.

I was like a god.

The goat man vanished.

Teeth engulfed my vision. The tiger was about to eat me. Starting with the head.

~Fuck it.~

My fist shot through its mouth and into the back of its throat. I flipped onto my feet as the tiger staggered away from me coughing.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT THE FUCKING GOAT SCUMBAG!"

I leaped into the air pointing my foot down towards the tiger. The tiger desperately swiped it's claw towards my leg. I quickly pulled my foot in. The claw only managed to graze my toe as my body was falling downwards. I pumped my legs farther behind me and brought my elbows out. I pointed them towards the tigers neck.

*Crack*

The tiger lay on the ground dead. I stood above its body with a grin on my face. I was the goat. This was inevitable. I can defeat any opponent that challenges me.

I could change the world.

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After having killed the stray tiger I continued to walk along the road. I had no goal in particular that I was trying to reach. I was just walking because thats what I felt like doing.

After a few hours of walking I saw something unpredictable in my path.

I saw what looked to be a ninety year-old woman. She sat atop a stool in the middle of the road and had a small content smile on her face.

"Put some clothes on pervert." She said to me, strangely there was not a hint of harshness in her tone.

I responded in the way that was most logical.

"Would you like to become inundated in a perfect world sculpted by the wisdom of the goat?" I asked her.

Her smile turned to a frown.

"Have you recently suffered some brain damage Nathan?" She asked. I smiled.

"I am not this Nathan you speak of."

Her frown deepened.

"Where is my granddaughter Nathan."

My face scrunched up in confusion.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

*Crack*

The air cracked and then I was on the ground. Blood flowing from my nose.

*Pap….. Pap... Pap.*

The granny slav squatted in front of me. Luckily she was wearing pants so I didn't see anything from my prone position. Or unluckily. I guess? if that's your thing.

"What did you do to my granddaughter. WHERE IS SHE!" Yelled the granny.

I didn't know a thing. But there was one woman I had seen during my time conscious. There was a pretty good chance that she was the one the granny was talking about.

I don't know how I could have any association with her though.. I'm like a newborn.

No sense in deliberating. Better to just ask.

"Did she have blue eyes and brown hair? Was her hair styled into braids?" I asked.

"Yes to all three of those." She responded.

"Then she's probably dead." I said. Her face paled and her jaw dropped as she heard that.

She fell onto her butt.

"Well that's just great." She said, her voice burning with wry sarcasm.

I couldn't say anything in response. Her granddaughter was dead. It was a tragedy. One I was partially attached to. Even if just in body rather than spirit. It was too horrible for me to speak about.

"You will answer for your crimes nathaniel." Said the granny.

And then once more. I knew only darkness.