Bound

I saw you that day. I saw you when you and your men came into our town. I watched, hidden far enough away so that I was safe, but no amount of distance could keep the screams, the cries, the pleading, the smells... oh the smells of flesh burning, of blood running.

The coyote heads you wore upon your own made me think you were some kind of god; a demi god but a god. No one would cross you. No one would stop you. No one moved, spoke up, ran. What powers you held them held me as well as I clung to the dirt under my hands. I was kneeling in the dirt under a porch. I could see out. You couldn't see me. I saw what you did. I know what you did. Even now the blood runs toward my position.

I will not scream.

If anyone is a legacy to this town, I am. I will do what I can to avenge those I've known for 19 years. Those who helped raise me, even my own family. I will avenge them.

I can't avenge them. I have no power. Not against a demi god such as yourself. The whole town is silent now, save for the flames crackling and your men laughing.

You walk past us, leaving the town a shell of what it was. I held my breath, watching you, memorizing you. You took off your glasses and looked right at me. But no one can see me. I am too far back into the blackness. Even your mongrel dogs don't smell me and one treds by very close to me.

But you.

You look right at me. Is that a touch of a smile I see grace your lips? Is it for the lives you just took? Or do you truly SEE me? Are you smiling at my loss or at your triumph? Or both? You don't look away as you pass slowly by. I think any moment your men will run over and pull me from my hiding place. It doesn't happen. Why doesn't it happen? You won't stop looking at me. You're reading my entire essense  through my eyes.

You know me. More than I know myself. I close my eyes tightly, my only defense, and wait.
And wait.

And wait.

I open them and you're gone. Long gone. It is now dusk but the fires still burn. Your eyes still look into me. Have you a hold of my soul? I feel you within me, my blood flows in my veins to the rhythm of your heartbeat. I breathe in as you breathe out. Devil, you demi god, you have seeped into me, taking over. Taking fully over. I make my way out of the hiding place and stretch before heading over to the heart of the carnage. I view my loved ones now stiffening in long cooled pools of sticky blood. I hear an occasional moan from someone still crucified.

You have taken me over. You have connected yourself to me. I feel a cold smile caress over my lips and I turn, forcing myself to walk away.
Walk away.
Get some supplies and walk away.

I must find you. I will walk day and night, night and day.  I must find you, will find you, have to find you, need to find you. You drive me. To hate, to need, to madness, to death; you drive me.
And you know this. You, demon, demi god, you embedded your essense into me, knowingly. I took it in, unknowingly. With this, we are bonded. By hate, by what...
We just are.

Our paths will cross again, desert wanderer, destroyer of lives, owner of my very being. Will our blood mix when we meet? Will our bodies combine when we meet? Will one take the others life? Questions only times passing and paths crossing will answer. But I will be there. I will not hide this time around. I will find you. You will find me.

It is an odd destiny life weaves. You wove this when you bonded me with your eyes. This I know. This I feel. This I live. I AM this knowledge. You own me now, no need for a slave collar; you enslaved me when our souls bonded. I am enslaved to finding you. Exacting revenge if it is mine to exact. You took all I had. You now are the sole holder of my future.

I will find you. You will find me.
What happens then, only time will show.