- The Krunch Diaries Entry 1 -
The Tale of a Cereal Killer
They amuse me, all of them; the people of this world they call delta V. There like children, strutting about trying to pretend their something their not. It has been several years since I was that child. Smothered in my fathers armor as I pretended to be a warrior as mighty as he stood. His lessons forever burned into my memories. How he would have laughed at all these lifeforms, parading about from war to war. He too would have found amusement in how they think their power rivals any. I can still here his voice; "Strength is all that matters in this world son. Everything else is just an illusion for the weak". The power most of them possess pails in comparison to him in his prime. Or me for that matter. It was my fathers teachings that have made me the warrior I am today. His lessons, his test, I hated it all at the time. But years have granted me wisdom. I see now why he did all those things. If only I knew then what I know now. He would be proud to see what his son has become.
I remember his battles, how he made me watch from afar. Afterwards he would test me to be certain I was paying attention. Asking me questions, wanting explinations on why I think he did what he did. Yes, he bread me for war. Most of all, I remember my first battle. I was a pale image of a warrior. When I look back on it now, I was like a puppy. Scared of everything, but willing to do as my master commanded. "Are you afraid?" he asked me. I looked at his eyes and nodded. *This will be the last time you will feel fear." He said it as if it was more then a statement; almost like it was a command. As if I was no longer able to feel that emotion. That was when he gave it to me. "Take this." he said while handing me a mask. It was a menacing jesters mask with an evil grin. How foolish I was to question him as to why he was handing a mask before my battle. "This is not a mask." he told me. "This is your true face. This is the last thing your enemies will see before they meet there end. Behind this is a shadow of your former self. All your fear, all you anger; happyness. Those emotions can no longer be read on your face. This is who you are, who you will be from now on. A captain in my army." Thus Capt. Krunch was born. It was on that day that I took my first life. The one I defeated fell quickly. I could see the fear in his eyes as I approached him in my armor, grining at him with my new face. It was in that momment that I knew I would kill him. My father was a genius. When your enemy can not see your face, they can't gage your humanity. I scared him becuase he didn't know what to make of me. He could not tell if I was fearfull or eager. The thought of not knowing what he was up against, that is what lost him the battle. The most interesting thing of that day I can recall, was that I liked it.
Now at days, my face has not changed. Though I no longer ware it to hide my emotions as I once did. Fear, anger, sadness or joy take your pick. I lost the ability to feel this long ago. Ever since my first kill, blood and glory is all that I seek. Atleast it was for alittle while. The villian I am today was forged through greater hardships then what I have written this day. Some lessons I learned in a more... unorthidoxed fashion. In retrospect, I suppose I could have been more accomidating to my father. I use to think he was a difficult man. Now I know he was only a complex one. He wanted his name to last through the ages. He wanted to be a warlord that none could rival. And he wanted me at his side, an aier to take his throne of omnipotency when he steped down. Now I am to step from his shadow. I am to achieve all that he could not! An impossible task. He was strong, he was a god! And yet.... it is still sad how his story came to conclusion. I am his reflection when I look in the mirror. When I finally fall, will it be as he did? I pray that I am saved from such dower fate. Even his blood still stains my armor.
I was no longer a child, many moons had passed since that first battle. Yet still there I stood, not quite a man, but no longer that mushy ball of clay that my father wanted to mold. Perhaps one could say his sculpture was half complete. Up till that point in my life, I was my fathers lacky. I did as commanded, without question of any sort. My father was the leader of the legion army by this point. His word was law. That was all that mattered as far as I was concearned. All that I had learned tuaght me to know better then to question his motives. He had only to speak, and I would see it done. By this time, many had fallen by my hands. In my fathers army, I was his greatest assasin. It would seem that I was sent to succeed in orders that others had failed in. Or, in other cases, matters so critical that my father intrusted them to no one else but me. I swelled in the ranks of my fathers army. I was respected as well as feared by my peers. Perhaps it was my face that frightend them. Since my first battle, I have never been seen in public without my face. Even to myself, when I wasn't wearing it; the man I saw in the mirror was a stranger to me. Not the boy I remembered, but a man I never knew. It wasn't untill I met her that all these things began to change.
She was younger then I was at the time. Not by much, maybe several solar cycles. I suppose that would translate to two or three human years. The first time I laid eyes on her, something came over me. I cant describe the emotion. It had been many years since I felt anything other then the satisfaction of victory. Up untill that point, I had thought my father managed to make me incapable of feeling anything. But something about her made me feel... I'm not sure even to this day what we would call it, yet there she was; in the slums of barrens outpost. She was being herrassed by these two legion soldiers. I watched for some time untill one of them struck her in the back of her head. As she fell to her knees something came over me. I didnt even think before I attacked them both. One of them noticed me and ran off. The other levitated helplessly in the air with my hand gripping at his throut. Then, I felt someones arms wrapping gently around my waist. "Let him go please. I think he's learned his lesson." Her words floated on air like a leaf falling from a tree. I released the legionaire from my grasp. He crawled to his feet and ran off in terror. I looked to her meeting her eyes with my own. "Thank you." she said while kissing my hand. "My name is Eliza."
"My name is umm...Krunch." Never before had I ever been loss for words like I was on that day. What was it about her that made me this way I wondered. "Your name is Krunch?... Thats unusual." She laughed silently at my struggle to remember my name. "My apologies, I am Capt. Krunch. I am captian of the legion army, unit 7384. We are stationed here at the outpost." She looked at me as if she was confused. "you are a captian in the legion army. Why would you stop to help me. Those were legionaires you attacked. Are they not under your command." She was right. Had that been anyone else being assulted by my fathers men, I doubt I would have gotten involved. I stumbled to think of a reply. "I...I. I dont know why I did what I did. It just seemed like it was my duty to intervine. It didnt feel right, just standing by." I remember how she smiled at my reply. Almost as if shivalry was lost to the world and I was here to restore it. "Well Captian, will you escort me to my villa. I'm certain no one will try that again with you as my escort." She cliged gently to my arm and began to walk guiding me in the direction she wanted to travel in. I remember that day vividly, we spent hours together. It wasn't untill later that evening that we actually went to her home. It was there that she asked me. "Captain, why do you wear this mask? You have not removed it all day." I saw no need to lie to her. "This is not a mask. This is my face. This is who I am, beneath this "mask" as you would call it, there is a man; But it is not who I am." She smiled at me while brushing the hair from her eyes. "Well, maybe one day I will get to meet the man behind the mask." She lifted herself onto her toes and kissed my face on the lips. In that momment, I was conflicted. Something inside me desired that kiss to be on the face beneath the mask, this was all new to me. "Goodnight Captain. Thanks again!" She then ran off into her home.I was left there having experienced something unfamiliar to me.
After that night Eliza and I spent alot of time together. What started out as an innocent friendship, slowly became something more. Over the next 10 cycles, that would be five human years. We grew very fond of one another. It bothered her that I kept her hidden from my father. Something about the possibility of him knowing didn't seem right with me. Even before I uncovered that her family were exile supporters. She even had a cousin who was an officer in the exile army. It was something I knew my father would not tolerate. Our species does not need women to reproduce. However, we are able to procreate for our own pleasures if we so choose. My father saw women as an uneccessary distraction. He himself has never found need to amuse himself in that manner. Though he has never commanded that I exile myself from such desires. I suspect his training foreshadows his opinion on the matter. He speaks of glory and ambition, to persue nothing but greatness. Greatness is achieved through victories. Victories ensure no one will rival your rule. Altimately, he seeks power. And that is what he suggest I must seek. The power that he will leave to me in his wake. It is with this knowledge that I suggested long ago that Eliza and I keep our friendship hidden from our families.
So in secret we continued our friendship. She was unlike any women of any species I have ever met. I dont know what you would call what we had. She said her people called it love. When she told me what that meant I almost laughed. I told that I had no word for such an emotion. I knew only what my father had tought me. I was not educated in this thing they called love. I read the archives of her people. Often when her people were in "love", they were lifelong mates. But her species needed one another to reproduce. That made sense. Eliza and I never mated. How could we be in love? Even by human standars, it made no sense. However, I cannot deny that there was something... more between us. It was Eliza who was the only person I revealed myself to. "Why do you still where that mask infront of me? After all these years, you'd think you would be comfortable around me." "Here we go again." I thought to myself. This was to be another one of many attemps to get me to remove my face. "I've told you why." I replied for the thousanth time. This time when I looked at her, I could tell this was not an ordinary conversation. Her demeaner was different about a familiar topic. "I don't see things the same as you. I know the real you, I know everything about you; Exccept what you look like. That thing on your face, its a mask! Thats not who you are. I just feel after all this time, you should be able to show me your tue self." I didnt know how to respond. For many years I thought my face revealed already. But in her eyes, I've been hiding it from her all along. I could not form words for my defense. Were I raised in her customs, would I have tolerated what she has for so long? I lowered my head in shame and began to unfassen the knot behind my head. "Forgive me for this insult, that I have committed time and time again. I did not look at it through the eyes of a human. How long you have waited, I would see you wait no longer." I lifted my head to her while pulling away my face. I'll never forget the look on her face. As if she had been an old blind women discovering sight for the first time. "This; This is your true face." She said while placing both hands against my cheeks. I remember the sensation, of being touched there. Its something no one has done since I was a child. She kissed me for the first time that night. It pleased me to reveal what she called, my "true face". Even by my fathers standards, none of my enemies will see what lies beneath my face. All they will see is the grin of a warlord. As for Eliza and myself, how our friendship blossomed over the next few months. We were so nieve to think it would last forever.
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