The sword thrust through his stomach as he fell to his knees gasping. He could feel the acidic content of his own stomach seeping and burning his flesh. His murderer looked at him from behind the ghastly mask that he wore. “So you have finally come” said the official as he looked up at his murderer’s empty eyes.
“You knew this day was coming. You knew I was coming. Yet you chose to continue” said the masked man.
“All I knew is that you were insane.”
“How did it feel, to ignore us? How did it feel to look down and laugh?”
“I done what had to be done” the official was now coughing blood, grabbing onto the masked man’s shoe as the masked man kicked his hand away.
“You say I am insane? You should watch the news, see the people and what they are going through” said the masked man as he tried to walk away from the tugging official’s hand.
“I watched! I saw scum, the dirt of humanity. Fighting and killing each other, looting and pillaging each other”.
“What about you?” The masked man grabbed the official by his white collar, lifting him off the floor. “Have you not killed? What about all these corporations? What about the thousands of bullets sold now found in some random child’s skull in some third world country.”
“Take off that mask. You coward” said the official as blood spurted from his mouth. “Take off that mask, let me see your face you coward”. The masked man placed his fingers beneath the mask lifting it slowly from his face. The official screamed as he saw the man’s face, for this man’s face, was none other than his own.
“What is this? Who are you, you look just like me.”
“Who do you think I am?” Asked the masked man.
“A doppelganger, a genetic clone. Let go of me you freak” whimpered the official.
“I done this to myself, years of plastic surgery, and now, we look exactly the same."
"You freak! You sick-fuck! Why?" Once again the official asked, hoping to find an answer as he struggled to withhold the pain of a punctured stomach.
"So your ego is left intact, so that you can say, without a doubt, that the only person to ever truly hurt you, was yourself. The world within your mind is now on the outside. Welcome home monsieur”. loosening his hand the official drops to the ground bleeding. The masked man no longer masked looked into the officials face, and once again drew his sword. Though the official sought to scream, or plead, he couldn't for he was staring at his own face. With this the doppelganger sliced the official’s neck. The last thing the man saw was his own eyes looking back at him. A reflection of man’s inner turmoil.
