Fear
Apr 13, 2015 10:38:13 GMT -5
Post by Max on Apr 13, 2015 10:38:13 GMT -5
“Fear.”
Brody sits back, pushing wet, stringy hair out of his face, snorting under his breath as he shakes his head.
“It’s a coveted thing, fear. A resource that people are so...desperate to tap into. Be it to drive themselves and others to act...or to discourage action entirely. No matter what the case, it’s a thing...an idea that the world is absolutely obsessed with.
Especially those that would purport themselves as…
Monsters.”
He sneers, making the word an epithet.
“Men like Nem. Men like Harbinger. They exist for that feeling. They live for that fear. They crave it. Lust after it. Desire it beyond all other things. To make themselves stronger, or at least give the appearance...to keep those who would challenge them at bay, and to unsettle those who’d still dare to try.
They live for fear...to instill it...because they feel they need it to be successful. To thrive.
To survive.”
He chuckles.
“Two men so desperate to be the Boogeyman, that they don’t realize how...inconsequential it all really is. That’s...that’s not to worry, though. Not a worry at all.
I’ll show them.
I’ll teach them how...meaningless it all is. How this desperation, this need to be feared...to instill terror in those who would dare stand in their way...It’s a crutch. A crutch that won’t help them. That won’t save them in the end. That when you are dealing with a man who feels...nothing...Who IS nothing…
Who knows no fear…
Because fear is a lie, just like all the rest of it...Another charade, to paint this sordid life of ours as something meaningful, to add flavor to the bitter taste of these ashes. That’s all. All the terror you can instill, all the fear you think you strike in the hearts of those who would DARE oppose you...It’s a folly. A fantasy.
A lie.
You’ll learn. You’ll bluster, and you’ll rage. You’ll glower, and try to be the kind of beasts that send men to shuddering in their very boots...And you’ll be cast down. In short order. You’ll bare your teeth and show me just how...fearsome you can be…
And then you’ll all...fall...down.
Just like all the rest. Just like every last one of us.
Not special. Not terrifying. Not Boogeymen.
Not monsters.
Just men.
Men who fail. Men who suffer. Men who will be forgotten in a moment. Just like everybody else. Just like me.
The only difference is...Today is just...not my day.
Soon, but not yet. It’s coming...and when it does, I’ll fade away just like anybody else. Nobody will remember the things I’ve done...the horrors I’ve inflicted. None of it will matter. I’ll just be a name on the wind, fading away with every passing moment. Nobody will remember me.
Just like no one will remember either of you.
Before it’s over, though...I’ll teach you. Consider it a...parting gift. As much as one can be in this world, and this life. When I beat you both...In those final moments, before you’re forgotten, I’ll make sure you understand.
There’s no such thing as monsters.
And nothing, in this world or any other…
Is worth being afraid of.”
Brody sits back, pushing wet, stringy hair out of his face, snorting under his breath as he shakes his head.
“It’s a coveted thing, fear. A resource that people are so...desperate to tap into. Be it to drive themselves and others to act...or to discourage action entirely. No matter what the case, it’s a thing...an idea that the world is absolutely obsessed with.
Especially those that would purport themselves as…
Monsters.”
He sneers, making the word an epithet.
“Men like Nem. Men like Harbinger. They exist for that feeling. They live for that fear. They crave it. Lust after it. Desire it beyond all other things. To make themselves stronger, or at least give the appearance...to keep those who would challenge them at bay, and to unsettle those who’d still dare to try.
They live for fear...to instill it...because they feel they need it to be successful. To thrive.
To survive.”
He chuckles.
“Two men so desperate to be the Boogeyman, that they don’t realize how...inconsequential it all really is. That’s...that’s not to worry, though. Not a worry at all.
I’ll show them.
I’ll teach them how...meaningless it all is. How this desperation, this need to be feared...to instill terror in those who would dare stand in their way...It’s a crutch. A crutch that won’t help them. That won’t save them in the end. That when you are dealing with a man who feels...nothing...Who IS nothing…
Who knows no fear…
Because fear is a lie, just like all the rest of it...Another charade, to paint this sordid life of ours as something meaningful, to add flavor to the bitter taste of these ashes. That’s all. All the terror you can instill, all the fear you think you strike in the hearts of those who would DARE oppose you...It’s a folly. A fantasy.
A lie.
You’ll learn. You’ll bluster, and you’ll rage. You’ll glower, and try to be the kind of beasts that send men to shuddering in their very boots...And you’ll be cast down. In short order. You’ll bare your teeth and show me just how...fearsome you can be…
And then you’ll all...fall...down.
Just like all the rest. Just like every last one of us.
Not special. Not terrifying. Not Boogeymen.
Not monsters.
Just men.
Men who fail. Men who suffer. Men who will be forgotten in a moment. Just like everybody else. Just like me.
The only difference is...Today is just...not my day.
Soon, but not yet. It’s coming...and when it does, I’ll fade away just like anybody else. Nobody will remember the things I’ve done...the horrors I’ve inflicted. None of it will matter. I’ll just be a name on the wind, fading away with every passing moment. Nobody will remember me.
Just like no one will remember either of you.
Before it’s over, though...I’ll teach you. Consider it a...parting gift. As much as one can be in this world, and this life. When I beat you both...In those final moments, before you’re forgotten, I’ll make sure you understand.
There’s no such thing as monsters.
And nothing, in this world or any other…
Is worth being afraid of.”