“life shouldn’t be a struggle,” the naive creature thought.
“i’m sorry to interfere, but i think life without a struggle would be simple, meaningless existence.”
“so what is that you expect from life?”
“nothing and something at the same time. i don’t expect for anything or anyone. but i believe i have some mission in this life, i believe i’m needed for something here.”
“i think i might know what for you are here right now.”
“and what would that be?”
“you are here to die.”
“save yourself!” the creature called.
“from what, my friend?”
“from me… you fool. i’m killing for survival.”
“you think there is no other way for you to survive?”
“i think thinking is overrated. i should not have time for that. i should be blindly following my instincts!”
“but it seems like you waste a lot of your time doing what you shouldn’t be.”
the creature laughed. “i shouldn’t be or do a lot of things, but sometimes you just have to, especially when you have something to achieve. you have to push yourself to get it, to get exactly what you want. you can find yourself only in the darkest place of your mind, and to be able to do so, you have to sacrifice the sanity, you have to push yourself to the limits of yourself. and maybe even further.”
“well… in that case, come and do whatever it is, you have to, to fulfill your needs.”
the creature dig it’s nails in the soft skin of its rival. the sight, the smell, the taste of the blood… magnificent!
the creature was grinning, showing it’s white teeth, craving for the pain. and there it was, the pain in the beginning, and the dull, emotionless expression afterwards. the eyes of the victim stung like shattered mirror that makes cuts in porcelain doll’s face. the satisfaction the creature felt, it was like a dream, like an ecstasy of the wildest bohemia.
and then they were dead. they both were lying there without a breath.
the thing was - the creature was its own enemy. in the end it killed itself in its own twisted game of life.
“life should be a struggle.”