A Killer In Paradise

(The following contains coarse language and mature subject matter. Enjoy!)

Paradise is no place for a killer. Not because they don't deserve peace, comfort and salvation. It's because they would have nothing to do. And this place is paradise, and Rhino is a killer.

Rhino sits on top of a slop in the middle of a lush field of green green grass, wearing his bloodstained amour with his weapon lying next to him. The field dotted with flowers and trees and surrounded by a forest. From here he can see every inch of this Eden. He can hear the birds and the animals and the insects. And, of course, all of the happy and healthy people who are without a care in the world. None of the fruits are poisonous. None of the insects sting. None of the rocks are sharp enough to pierce skin. Everything is perfect. No evil of any kind shape or form. And that is what makes Rhino so miserable.

Rhino is a soldier, a mercenary, a killer. He hates this place and everything to do with it. He is happiest when he is fighting, maiming, torturing, raping and killing. He fights for greed and for glory. He fights because he loves violence. He fights so that others could enjoy this kind of shit. Now he begins to resent it all.

These people know nothing of fear, hatred or anger. They only know happiness and love for each other. Anything that goes wrong is simply a misunderstanding or an 'accident', quickly followed by an apology that instantly makes everything alright again. Then they would go off, happy and content like nothing bad ever happens. In Rhino's mind, it's all complete bullshit.

Because they have no fear or hatred, they treated Rhino as though he were just like them. Rhino couldn't steal anything, no one had anything of value and whatever he took would not be missed. They would make or find another or find something else to do. If he set something on fire, these people would probably just bring the marshmallows. There is always sex, but half of the fun of sex is earning it. Or taking it. Here, men and women were more than willing to make love in a heartbeat. Never fucking either, it's always making love. Where is the sport in that? Making love is for romantics and naive virgins. And if he killed someone... well, Rhino isn't stupid enough to not realize there are more of them than of him.

Rhino catches sight of a boy carrying a bucket of water that's too big for him up the hill. Rhino watches and laughs every time the boy spills a little bit of it. Wait? What's this? Someone is stopping to help?! No boy, Rhino thinks. Refuse! You can do it yourself! You don't need someone elses help! Now the man is helping the boy with the bucket. And in thanks, he's sharing the water with him. Don't share the water. It's your water! If the man was foolish enough to help, that's his problem. If anyone were to touch anything of Rhino's, he'd slit their throat. Then take their belongings.

A voice broke on his brooding. “Hey, Mister!”

Rhino tried to spend as little energy as possible to turn his head. A little girl stands next to him.

“Fuck off.” He growls.

“My mommy wanted me to give this to you.” She holds out an envelope.

“Fuck off.”

“Okay, bye!” She drops the envelope and she frolics away.

Rhino stares at the envelope, knowing he will regret what was coming. Any change of pace was good at this point though, so he slit the top with a long, unclean fingernail and opens it up. The letter was short. “I LOVE YOU.”

Mommy, huh? Rhino looks up and sure enough in the distance there stood a woman waving at him, blowing him kisses.

“Ugh,” Rhino grumbles, crumbling up the letter and lets it drop to the pile. How can someone love someone else without even knowing them first? How could anyone be that stupid? People were cruel and heartless and love at first sight is just lust that could be quenched with a good trip behind the bushes, then regretted forever. But he already knows these people would do that and wouldn't let their love stop there. God knows how many of these women 'loved' him or still 'love' him.

Rhino remembers how it used to be for him. How he would fight at a moment's notice. When someone slighted him, he would get mad and there would be a fight and he always won. People would pay him to fight or sometimes he would start the fights himself. He would run into battle screaming and he would kill, pillage, rape and then burn everything to the ground. Then he would turn around and run back at the enemy and kill, pillage, rape and burn their side too. In his world, everyone hated each other and the only end of the hatred was death.

Suddenly he saw a commotion. A girl ran into a boy and the two went spiralling down the hill. This was it! The moment he was waiting for! There would be words! There would be a fight! Who ran into who?! The fight would come to blows! Fighting, hatred, bloodshed, war! Sides taken, people divided, everyone at each other throat! And he would be in the middle of it, killing them all!

Do it boy! Do it! Fight! Fight! Kill! Kill! KILL!

“Oh, I'm sorry.” The girl reached down to help the boy up.

“It's okay.” The boy said, smiling, “Do you want to play?”

“Sure.” Then they took hands and frolicked off together.

Fucking pinko do-good hippie tree-hugging faggots! Rhino slumped even further into his slump. He would not back down. One day all of these people will see it the way he saw it. One day they would realize the hatred in their own hearts, the need to look at everything they saw and want to see it destroyed. One day.

One day...

(Thank you for reading

Peace and blessings

Eric Rawlinson

20110125)