Only one of them ever got away from me.

He thought he was so smart...I saw that look in his eyes, even while he ran as if his sad existence depended on it. Well, I guess it sort of did. Ha!

You figured me out, didn't you? You predicted the time when the wind would blow, and in what direction. What a bright and shiny bulb you are!

Pathetic worm.

Yes, raise up your confidence! Feel like you're the mightiest of the mighty, because you somehow barely managed to survive against me! Why don't you come back here and tell me to my face how smart you are, and how you figured me out with the ease of pushing a button?

What you don't realize, worm, is that I was toying with you. It's the same way that a cat plays with a mouse. A fun game! Stab it in the face, only a little bit... bite it, scratch it, but only slightly. Scare it half to death. Come back for the other half later! It's traumatic, in a beautiful sort of way, don't you think?

So I knocked you around a little. Made you think you were staring down the jaws of death. Well, okay, maybe you were, but only a little, right? The FUN jaws of death. Fun for me, anyway. Yeah.

But my point is, if I'd wanted to kill you right then and there, I could have easily done that. With one thought, I can snap your neck. With another, I can slice you in two, or launch you into a large rock, or instantly dig a grave right beneath where you stand...or, I can do all of those things at once.

So...why not stop by and say hello? You can witness my true abilities firsthand. And besides, don't you want to find out what happened to those who visited me after you? You had no problem sending them to their graves...which, believe me, look quite stunning. I made them myself~

First it was a scientist and a police officer. I did the same thing to them as I've been doing to everyone else, incliding you. At first the scientist seemed fascinated by it; he couldn't stop writing things down. Well, at least, until I smashed his face against his own gravestone. The officer was just terrified from start to finish. It was nice to see that his fear increased throughout, though. At one point, it really looked like he would rather die than endure the terror for even one more moment, so I granted his wish. That's my pleasure, after all.

I almost wonder what the scientist wrote in that book. Almost. Could it have solved some sort of mystery? Cured a horrible disease? I guess we'll never know, now. I buried the book along with its author, and that means it's off-limits, because it's a sin to disturb the dead. They're sleeping. Leave them alone...if I was asleep, I wouldn't want to be disturbed, either.

Then it was a whole squad. I don't know if they were police, a private security firm or what. It didn't matter. They came in here with guns. Guns? Ha! Guns don't do a thing against WIND. It's like you're threating a mother with a knife, only it's Mother Nature and she's laughing at you. So I laughed, too, as I decimated the entire squad in mere seconds. It's remarkable just how powerful the force of gravity is. Toss a human into the air, then watch what happens when they hit the ground. Do it again, and more stuff happens. Well, mostly just their insides fly out, but it's nonetheless fantastic!

No sooner than I'd just finished some remodeling in order to better showcase my newly-enlarged graveyard, more sheep showed up to the slaughter. Twelve in all, as I recall. They had some kind of heavy armor on, and it looked like several of them were toting recording equipment. Yeah, go ahead. Take as much video of me as you want! I'd have told them to share it with their friends, but piles of random organs and entrails generally don't have any friends, correct? I discovered brand new ways to use gravestones and gravity that night. A fun time was had by all!...well, okay, just me. But I suppose they had as much fun as one could while being torn apart by rocks!

Unsurprisingly, I didn't get too many more visitors after that. It went back to just being the occasional stray, who wandered off the path, took the wrong fork (the spoon?), and so on. But I know you're out there. You'll probably develop some sort of complex, and spout some nonsense like "I'm the only one who can destroy it...it is my destiny." That would be so funny, because your destiny is to wear your intestines as a blindfold as I slowly, artistically carve holes into you.

Don't worry, I'll show you my work before I let you die.

So...come on back. I'm waiting for you. I'll wait forever for you. Does that sound romantic? Even though it's a load of shit, seeing as how I may only live for three thousand years, and you'll only survive until you make it back here.

Come back here, and sleep. Your bed's all made...the best one I've got.

See you soon...

"Amy" (Sat 2/16/2013, 9:18 PM):
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