Mark is an introverted guy who is obsessed with taking pictures. One day he is taken over by a primal urge and discovers a miracle
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Part 1: Revelation https://steemit.com/fiction/@mufasa-martian/red-room-305-an-original-series-part-1
Part 2: Discovery
https://steemit.com/fiction/@mufasa-martian/7uajcj-red-room-305-an-origial-series-part-2
Part 3: Retribution
Mark was a shy boy. He found communicating with people tiresome. There was an ugliness to the way people talked: Passive aggressive, gruff tones and sarcasm.
He didn’t know whether people used talking for anything else except abuse.
And when someone would show the slightest sign of verbal engagement, he would shrink away.
Mark wasn't ugly but the opposite. His introversions were seen as a shroud of mystery.
Girls at his high school wanted to talk to him, they found him different.
But Mark avoided them- thinking it was a ploy concocted to make fun of him- this in turn, would bewitch them even more.
They had often seen him with his camera. Snapping and clicking away at someone particular.
"Who's he taking pictures of?"
"Ugh, its Katty... I don’t know what he sees in her."
"Why cant he notice me!"
And so the girls started to despise Katty, but Mark had admired her: the only subject behind the lens.
The girls had inadvertently harmed him. The boys seeing that the were girls swayed for Mark, came to despise him. That’s when they started to bully him.
Spilling lunch on him, putting his face in the toilet, being stuffed inside his own locker. All the generic bullying tactics, he had seen it all.
The ring leader for these shenanigans was Adolf (sporting a pubescent moustache). After he found out that his crush- a blonde beauty- talked too favourably of Mark. He instigated the boys and thus came forth the bullying.
He didn’t let an opportunity slip where he didn’t let Mark feel he was vermin. A piece of filth in his eyes.
And today as he saw Mark bicycling across the road. He smiled to himself. He took pride in his torture.
"How dare he, take away what I own, the smug bastard." So as Mark approached Adolf, he took a bat and swung it towards Mark.
He avoided it. He approached Adolf. Adolf raised his hand to hit him, he blocked it, and stared at him.
What was it that he saw? And anger, a deep seated hatred, surely he wasn’t like this the last time he bullied him. It was like he was a differnt person.
Mark puched his foe at his abdomen. A guttural sound emanated and he vomited on the pavement.
There he was his bully, the one who had made school hell for him. Pushed his face inside of toilets, shoved him inside lockers. And here he was, weak and defeated: pitiful.
Mark worn an animalistic expression, he took the bat and next what he did was unthinkable. He would still wonder possessed him to do it. Maybe it was adrenaline or loss. He could never figure it out.
He hit the bat against his knee, and it split in two. Adolf was horrified, as if he had lost a sure winning war.
"No more," Mark said. He showed his enemy the broken bat," I will kill you."
Adolf was Horrified.
He got up, stumbled, fell and then retreated.
Mark's knee ached from breaking the bat. It all had happened itself. As if he was a passenger, and an entity was the pilot.
He couldn’t wander in his thoughts, not now. He inspected his bicycle it was dented by Adolf's bat, and with effort he made way to the dark room
After he reached home and entered the dark room. He witnessed a miracle, mentioned only in Holy Books. A blessing hinted in ancient manuscripts. It was at this point, his life took a turn.
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