Andre felt the anger build up inside of him. He wanted to destroy this creature so badly but it would do him no good. It is impossible to destroy, and he knew that all to well. It also could not be avoided, well maybe for a while, but eventually it would catch up with him. What can be done with a creature that cannot be killed nor ran away from?
Andre spent hours thinking about such problems, which did him no good because stopping and thinking allowed the creature to catch up to him. It seemed that rarely Andre got any physical wounds from the creature, but emotionally it ripped him apart. From the inside it would tear him apart, one tear at a time. It seemed like it wouldn't stop until Andre was dead, but just when he thought it wouldn't go away something, that can only be described as a rush of hope, erupted from his body and chased away the vile creature. But Andre knew that unless he figured out how to defeat the creature, it would come back again, it always did. Each time growing exponentially stronger. But again questions arose. Andre has not even seen this creature. How could he kill something he has never seen?
He thought. He knew he had one ally in this fight, that he knew could see the enemy, because it has chased it into the woods on several occasions. But this ally never spoke to him, only did its job and then was gone. Somewhat like a prostitute Andre thought. Maybe the only satisfaction that it cared for was knowing that Andre would feel better, for a while at least. In the mean time, until he found an answer, he would continue to put on a show, he did not feel he needed anyone's help. There were times he would think that this creature was gone, but somewhere deep inside he knew it would return, it always did, feasting more and more every time.
Andre slept. It was one place that it had not found him yet. His dreams were filled with everything he wished he could be. Just like everyone else. But was being like everyone else the answer? He didn't know. He didn't want to be like everyone else, but if it took that to destroy this awful creature then he would accept that. Every time Andre woke up he wished he could go back to sleep, he thought that if he slept all of the time he could be free. Silly thought, an improbability, of course he realized that.
The days, months, years went by in a blink of an eye. And still the creature attacked without mercy. Andre was nearing the end of his rope. He seemed to lose control more with each attack. He could no longer live this way. Better for him to be dead he thought. He did not want to die, but if that is what it took to release him from the grip of the creature it had to be taken into consideration. This is when Andre discovered faith. Faith, one of his elders told him, has helped many civilizations overcome hard times, as well as people. Although Andre discovered faith, he really didn't understand how to use it. He understood, from what he was told, that it was not something that you could physically use, like a weapon. But if I can't see it, how could I use it Andre thought. He remembered that each time the creature came, something that he had not seen before, hope he called it, helped him fight.
A feeling of progression and warmth embraced Andres mind. He was now beginning to realize that since he had never seen this creature physically before, that it must be coming from within him. Also he was beginning to learn how to use his weapons, faith and hope. It seemed that he could get control over the creature if he used his weapons on a daily basis, occasionally faltering but always picking himself back up before the creature could strike. Control he thought, that is what he needed this whole time. This whole time he thought that this creature was real, but indeed it was not. It was all in his head. For the first time that Andre could remember he truly smiled. A smile of faith and hope.
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