Your destruction is the will of the Gods,and we are their instrument,the sentence read.It was as meaningful as it was scary,with a sinister alter-meaning behind it.Just reading that sentence gives me both the shivers and an overhwleming sense of awe.With that,I closed the book and returned to waiting for my very late friend,silently promising to deliver a fatal blow to his spine if he does not turn up in five minutes.
It was then she appeared,like a goddess,desecending from the clouds,with a face and aura to match.I could not peel my eyes off her.No,I can't let matters of the heart get into my way,not at this time of the year.My head says 'NO!',but my heart says 'YES!'.I was in a dilemma,torn between the devil and the deep blue sea.In the end I resisted and choose...the deep blue sea.With a heavy heart,I trudged off into the shopping centre.A small,barely audible sigh emnamated behind me.
The next day,I had another appointment with the same friend at the same shopping centre.As I made my way there,I silently wished that she would reappear as she did yesterday,as suddenly and as beautiful.And what do you know,there she was,as perfect and as innocent as time had left her.My heart started to intensify its beating,to my discomfort.The urge to get to know her better was tearing me apart,but no matter how great the strain was I always resisted,until now.
Resistance is futile.
What?My heart.It broadcasted those ominous words into my neural network,making me lose my focus in curbing my feelings for a spilt second.However,it did not just halt there.
Resistance is futile.You will comply.
No...I cannot succumb to my desires...not now,not at this crucial point in my life.The message however,really appealed to me.Ah! I could not hold on any longer! But I had to...for my future's sake.I held on,my upper canines leaving incision marks on my lower lips.
Resistance is futile.You will adapt.
The stress was becoming too great.My will was losing a vital battle to an enemy that was once an ally, and that could barely be fought.I stole a glance at her.She shot up,her long flowing brown hair falling into place around her petite face,her blue-green eyes bulging in a most remarkably beautiful fashion.It could be due to the fact that I thrust my head up too forcefully,startling her.At that instant, her eyes met mine.They seemed to exude a radiance so brillant,so bright,and so powerful.In a figment of my own imagination,those windows to the world seemed to unleash a stream of crackling electricity into my own,blinding me,separating me from my will,numbing my conscience and all its affiliates,effectively putting an end to the resistance I had been working so hard to maintain.The war was over,with my heart the victor.
Resistance is and always has been,futile.
To Be Continued...
