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Thursday, May 03, 2007

Night, Sea and Shadow by Shihan

No star, no moon, not even the silhouette of people can be seen. The sea appears to be black. On a still night like this, it would have completely become a mosaic of darkness if it is still. The waves are splashing hard against the rocks with a vengeance. One wave follows the other continuously as if some mysterious unknown but powerful forces are acting on them. They rush to the beach with tremendous momentum. It looks like a sea of white-frothing running towards the serene beach from the ocean, eager to wreck damage. When the sea meets the land, the grating roar of the waves against the pebbles cuts the silence of the night like a knife scrapping on a piece of ice. Then the energy of the next wave of white monsters in the dark night follows, up the high strand, begin, and cease, and then again. With tremulous cadence slow, it brings in the note of loneliness.

A shadow is perches at the edge of the seaside against the bitter cold wind. The dark air whips around his young and delicately carved face and playfully draws his black T- shirt backwards. The oversized T-shirt hangs awkwardly from the shoulders of the tall and lean figure. The clear eyes fringed with thick black eyelashes have no gleam in them. Only the movements of the tides are reflected into his eyes. His head is down but the shivering eyelashes betray his dark image.
“I killed another person today.” A sigh breaks out from his heart. When he recalls about the bloody and horrible scene happened just now, he feels nausea from within.
“Why I have to kill people every day? Why I have to risk my life to work for the ‘Black’ Community? I am only a 16 years-old teenager. Why can’t I lead a life like others?” This time a strong, forceful and angry voice cried out in his mind.
“You have no choice. Isn’t it?” Another sarcastic voice retorted.

He suddenly starts to laugh madly. The horrifying, lonely laugh echoes upon the vast sea and wafts back again and again. “Yes, I don’t have a chance”. His body trembles vigorously and the blackest memory embedded in the deepest corner of his heart starts to flow out to him like the tides rushing up to the beach. Dark and unstoppable.

His sixteen years are quite different from the normal teenagers’. At the age of two, he was forsaken by his mother who ran away with another guy after his father died. He was looked after by his sixty years old grandma, the only relative he had in this world. When he was four years old, his grandma fell sick. He did not know what to do but crying at her bedside everyday. One night, he went out to the sea near his poor little house. He wanted to cry there so that his grandma would not know and worry about him. He liked the sea as he felt that it listened to all his sadness. The walk changed his life forever. He saw a guy in a mask shot another person to death. The guy did not see him at first. After he took off his mask and turned around, he seemed shocked to see the little boy, who was too afraid to run off. Surprisingly, the guy only asked for his name and walked away briskly from the dead body. The next day, the same guy came to his house and asked him to work for his community “Black”. He promised money and medicine for his grandma. From that day on, he was trained by the secret community the art of killing every night. During the daytime, he led the life as a normal and bubbly teenager. His poor grandma, who knew nothing of this, kept insisting that he should go to school and become an engineer like his father. When he turned 14, he killed his first target in the process of getting important political documents as instructed by “Black”. He did not know how dirty his hands were. He could not count how many lives he was responsible for …....

Another strong wave hits the rock and sends a loud splash which drags him out of his painful dark memory. The chill of night runs through every cell of his but the voice in his mind does not seem to silence.
”I detest my life! I hate “Black”! Why they kill so many people just for achieving their own goals?”
“I hate ‘Black’! They made me a monster, a killing monster.”
“I hate black! It is so empty and helpless. It is dirty! It conceals life and everything!”
“I hate black! I hate black! I hate black……”

The furious voice howled in his mind hysterically. The figure shakes more violently. His chest heaves and falls with each breath he takes.
In this dark moonless night, a tear slowly rolls down but no one sees it in the balckness.

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