Touch
It
had been raining for six months now, I didn't really mind. I believe
this was gods' way of cleansing the earth, making all things new. I
watched the ocean rise and fall, the waves plummet and lift. Palm
trees outside my door looked like big umbrellas, water dripped or ran
from their fronds. Closing the curtain, I picked up my book, pulled
the candle closer to my chair and, settled back in for the duration.
The "duration", my "duration".. How long would it be.. there was the
million dollar question. I have been here for almost five years now.
Self imposed exile, either that or forced imprisonment.
Man was a naturally curious beast, that was fine for progress, but it
wasn't good for differences. I had been probed and prodded, used
abused, forced to submit. Many times I had wished myself dead, many
times I had fought but, no relief for me.
They claimed to desire knowledge still, they could not, would not
tolerate anything different, anything they could not tame, anything
that would not conform. And I did not conform though, I did cooperate,
I could not be tamed though, I did not attack.. I had been willing to
teach, willing to be put on display, for the good of my fellow man but,
they wanted ultimate control.. that was not an option...
So I went away, I channeled the energy needed and I found refuge on a
mound of earth, miles away from any and all things... I had fashioned
my sanctuary after the fauna and flora of the island, so, if flown
over, it simply looked like more trees and growth from the earth.
I heard something, a crash... I rose from my chair and peeped out the window..
He lay in the sand, next to him pieces of what I will presume were
parts of a ship, There was a gash across his forehead and holes in the
white shirt which clung to him, I could see crimson stains.. (sigh)
My mind screamed.. just let him die but, my inherent instinct...
I only did enough to make him comfortable, I pondered the thought of
how I would feel if I let him die.. and he was dying.. someone had put
metal in him, eight times, his life blood leaked from these holes.. he
opened his eyes.. they were like an ocean, they were like a book, they
told stories and pulled me into them.. he didn't want to die, I knew
that, the questions his eyes asked... I sat there and stared into the
soul of him, for a moment. Then he resigned himself, he gave himself
over, somewhere in his mind, he'd decided to accept it, he smiled
slightly.. curious..
I reached over him, I drew breath into my lungs.. I closed my eyes and
called on the power of the earth, I wanted fire, water, wind, all the
elements.. I placed my hands on his chest... I touched him..
So here I am, my sanctuary breached, I sat in chains simply because
they didn't understand, simply because they wanted to control, simply
because they were selfish, greedy and amoral..
Simply because of a touch..
Did I wish to break the cycle of ignorance or, did I wish to break the chains?
I decided on the first option. Maybe, just maybe there was someone to
listen. They were going to get one of their higher ups. I hoped this
meant intelligence. You see, I was born with the power to heal. My
basic instinct is to help, to soothe, to calm, to heal, to prevent
death. That is the only way, I have used my power.
When the man walked in I knew, I saw the look in his eyes, I read the
unasked questions, I saw the fear. It made me tired, it made me ill,
it made me feel something so foreign to me.. hate, yes, hate. Hadn't I
healed the man. That thought made me angry, I'd allowed one moment of
weakness.. His eyes.
And now this man stood in front of me, the "Higher Up" and threatened
to shackle me to an electric chair.. All because of a Touch.
Should they be afraid? YES...
I pulled in my thoughts, closing off the sounds in the room, closing
out the man with the threats. I concentrated energy on the chains.
They watched as the chains burned red hot. They melted away, running
along the tiles in the floor. I heard the hammers being cocked, I
closed my eyes.. I MUST BE FREE!!!!!! It was a banshee scream, it drew
blood from the ears, it caused collapse. I opened my eyes. I felt no
pity for them, they lay in heaps, some still writhing.
I could have touched them. I could have soothed them, I could have prevented death.. with just one Touch.
