Kaiser

"What the Sea wants, the Sea takes."

September 26th, 2021 – 23:01

I hate everything about the world,  from its inability to release its arrogance and incessant need to bring everyone down with it. It boils my blood to comprehend that I share the same world and land with the most depraved minds that humanity can conjure up. Animals that constantly need to rip one another to shreds, not out of a need to survive, but a desire of their hubris to hate and destroy and consume everything around them. 

While I may hate myself for sharing anatomy and features with humanity, there is something down in the ocean that understands; I don’t feel alone with whatever it is. The power it holds over me is something I can’t comprehend, but I don’t want to understand the beauty in the deep depths of the earth. I don’t need to understand. 

I admire it. 

I’ve started seeing things these past few weeks. At work, the supermarket, in my dreams. I see it in the ocean, perfectly still, and it looks like a shark. It looks like one. 

I’m scared. I’m infatuated with its presence in my mind. I need to understand what this is, and more importantly, why me? I’m not better than those I loathe. But perhaps I am different, maybe there can be something more and this ‘shark’ can help me see. 

October 31st, 2021 – 6:00

I hear a voice, something I'm starting to recognise. It comforts me, tells me I am destined to achieve greatness with its wisdom and its eternal understanding of the infinite cosmos. I envy this thing. I long for what waits for me in the great depths underneath. Apparently, sharing all this with the world makes me sound ‘insane,’ ‘crazy,’ and ‘weak.’ All my friends look down on me like a jester of sorts. I can endure this mockery that they make of me, I know deep inside that this presence understands me. Makes me feel that I am not alone. Am I insane for having company that no one else has? I plead to show the world what this being can offer to me. I’ll embrace the blue seas and let it show humanity what it means to be alive. I will show them all. 

I will help them break their mortal shackles and I will lead humanity to an eternal ocean of prosperity and purpose. It’s what they all need, and it is only right that I do it with the guidance of the great one. 

November 19th, 2021 – 00:23

I see the ocean once again: the shark is once again perfectly still in the dark blue sea. I can see more of the creature this time. There is no way that it still lives. The bones are visible, covered in rotted flesh and pestilence. What is this thing? Why does it show me it's true form now? Is it possible that only  I was chosen to see its true beauty.

December 9th, 2021 – 18:30

I spent today looking through the news and online news reports for anybody that no one would miss if they simply vanished. While there are a lot of evil people that I would feel inclined to kill, there was one that made me feel as though I’d struck gold. He is not a man but an evil that looks human. He’s called Alex Curtis, or his infamous alias ‘Mute’. He takes vocal cords, how sick is that? What would he get out of taking the voices of those who simply had nothing to do with him? Even if this wasn't for the voice in my mind, he simply deserves to be killed. The world would be better off without him. I've been following him from a distance for a few hours. Seems like he even has a house in the suburbs: a wolf trying to play sheep, living on the same street as regular folk. It disgusts me to my core.

December 9th, 2021 – 20:30

It’s done. I hold his corpse, and it felt great. I never knew caving someone’s skull in would feel  so freeing, so liberating. It’s weird how I didn’t start doing all this sooner, getting all of my frustrations out on the skull of an evil individual who has no right to decide who gets chosen to entertain his sick fantasy. Ironically, Alex screamed from the second I entered his house to the moment I threw down the mallet on his head. So much for ‘Mute’. It's time I bring the body to the judge. 

Who knew bodies were so heavy and carrying one would be so taxing.  Especially  taking one from the suburbs to the harbour; the sound of the ocean in my brain was calming and soothing. This task is meaningful. It is going to be worth it., I can feel it. 

We made it to the harbour. I dropped the body and waited around, taking in the waves of the ocean from a distance and the cold wind gently touching my bloody hands. Something pulled me here to this very spot. Almost as if I always knew where this thing was and where I must go, what I must do. I feel complete and now I must embrace what will happen. Tendrils crept out from the water and wrapped themselves around the body of Alex Curtis and me. They whisper in my ear, “you…”

I got dragged deep into the ocean, water filling my lungs. I was just human, after all; I screamed and screamed for air in the quiet abyss. Nothing could hear my voice down here. As I thought my mortal body would succumb to the water filling my insides, I saw it. It was right there, staring, watching. The shark had tendrils that had pierced through the inside of its body unnaturally. No eyes, only flesh that covered what was there before. That’s when I realised that it wasn’t the shark that was talking to me, but something inside. The true being—hiding its form inside a creature on the brink of death. A vessel for the god. The being pulled Alex’s body closer, ripping him limb from limb. Saving and savouring all parts of his body. The pieces went into the shark’s mouth, keeping it alive while the being had its pound of flesh. 

I have never seen such beauty in my life. 

It spoke once more.

“More…”

I complied.

JPM (he/him) is a film graduate that writes horror stories for anthologies and as inspiration for future projects that can benefit his developing career in film.