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An Angels Wings (Chapter 1)
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 Created on 4-8-08
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Passion is a mysterious thing. There are different levels, ranging from childish frustration to emotion so great we cannot comprehend it. It begins with the basic fight or flight response. When we see something deemed unwanted or unfavorable, we do our best to combat and conflict with it, or to remove ourselves from it.
The passion we cannot understand is such because it is different for everyone. Not everyone gets pushed to that level in their lifetime, as it takes a special combination of events. Cataclysmic events, jeopardizing our humanity and driving us to impossible states of concentration and animalistic drive. To a point where there are so many hormones, such as adrenaline and testosterone, that the texture, color, and very chemical postulates of our body fluids change. The body is bent, shaped, and molded around one single idea generated by the mind. It becomes deeper than instinct, let alone religion, could ever hope to be. Our body can give us the power to tear a car apart with our hands to save a child. We can run faster than any sprinter could imagine. Improbable becomes actual. Impossible is nonexistent. Be shot through every organ your body contains, have your jugular cut, your senses stripped, and it won’t matter. The affected person’s body is bent and adapted down to a spiritual level. No force will stop you. It is the work of a machine. Your body is incapable of second thoughts because it is deemed inefficient. Doubt is as alien as another universe. There are no thoughts because you are a machine. The soul is no longer a part of the body and is, in a sense, dead until the machine’s work is done.
A mother is in a situation where her child has been abducted by a dangerous man. She is involved in a car chase for her child on a highway. Her eyes never lose sight of the enemy car. The instincts to protect the child, her motherly love/obsession, the thought of her child in danger, and a zillion other factors push her to the edge, but it takes a certain unnatural push to become the machine.
The machine is a stopwatch that ticks and ticks until the work is done.
The thought that she can pay a ransom if she loses the car sits as a grain of sand inside her madness stopwatch.
The hope that someone will stop the abductor is another grain.
Insignificant grains like these are what keep us grounded to the human passion and away from the spiritual passion of complete temporary death of the soul.
She then sees the outline of a knife in the man’s hand.
He is yelling at her child.
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There is a moment of confusion.
And then nothing.
Only black and anger.
A machine runs until it breaks.
She gets her child or dies trying.
This spiritual passion that changes us is based in emotion. Extreme cases are rare, but always spectacular. The thinking is bent on the subject of instigation, the body moulds itself for a task, and it sets to complete the task regardless of consequences. Would a mother blow up Japan to save her child? She’d do it as many times as it took. In her minds eye, the most important thing is her child, and not a stranger’s child.
In the heat of the moment, this obsession that the mind takes and the action taken is almost always accomplished in a short amount of time. Muscles take up a new chemical makeup and brain waves take a single pattern. Muscles constrict with the new power given to them. The bones want to bend, but calcium has waterfalled throughout the entire skeleton, making them hard as rock and twice as rugged. You may not pay attention to it, but you feel every heartbeat flowing through your brain and limbs. Your digestive system shuts down completely. Your endocrine system dumps insane amounts of hormones and chemicals into your body, warping every cell. The skin feels everything but pain. Smells and sounds heard only by dogs vibrate through our skull.
This passion is what Samuel felt when his fellow firefighter, wife, and mother to his children became trapped in a burning apartment complex trying to save an endangered family.
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Please Login to post comments| On April 30th 2008 twilight8218 Said : | |
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great!
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| On April 30th 2008 LadyCha0s Said : | |
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nice...on to the next one |
| On April 29th 2008 muse4apoem Said : | |
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Wonderful! :) |
| On April 13th 2008 sixtiesdoll Said : | |
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You wrote this weel. I was just having a discussion with someone about how we give in to weakness. Then if a 90 pound Mom sees her child trapped under a car, she could lift it all her own. Good job~ and not as long. :) which is helpful, since I actually read it all. on to the next. sorry it took a while. |
| On April 8th 2008 XxStormyEyesxX Said : | |
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i love it, you have a way with words that i find amazing!! plz kmp!! |
| On April 8th 2008 CrunkkxPunkk Said : | |
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I love it, the use of launguage and words, its mind bendily beautiful. I love this. Kmp. Please. :] |
