The Creature Monologue

On a house, on a hill, on the darkest of nights, when the rain poured down a little too hard and the wind blew a little too coldly, a Creature perched, digging its claws into the rotting roof. It was not the first time this particular Creature sat on a spot like this, on a night very much like this night, surveying his domain. For not so near, but not so very far a building sprung up out of the bleakness. Fenced in by barbed wire, its windows barred, the occasional tormented pale face peering out, it stood, a miracle of the taxpayers’ moneys, slowly falling into disarray, no move to fix it. The Creature shifted, confident in its roost, and glaring at me. Inclining my head, I signaled I knew what was asked of me. The Creature took off, soaring in large, lazy circles like a vulture might do as he waits patiently for his next meal to die. It wasn’t as if I liked my fellow inmates. Their keening and bulging eyes disgusted my inner gentleman. However, I didn’t necessarily wish to injury them, but I had learned long ago the Creature’s word was law and anyone who displeases him- I shuddered at the thought.

I knew all the sniveling rats, all the creaking doors, all the slightly too loud clocks. I knew how and why this place ticked. Now was the time to put this knowledge to practical use. Like a ghost, I rose and drifted down the hallway. I walked as a waif through the institute, unobserved, as always. I would have to wait I decided as I glided along, taking note of each person I encountered, until they were gathered in one of the mundane required ‘classes.’ I sent a silent plea to the soaring Thing, slowly circling in the black sky, give me more time. I need more