The Master Plan

When he says jump, I jump. I don’t ask how high, because I probably don’t have time. It’s a trust built on years of companionship. If he says leave, I’m gone.
Honestly, if I knew why I was serving him, I probably wouldn’t. But I haven’t a clue, so here I am.
Come to think of it, it’s hardly even serving. And I really do get a lot out of it. He doesn’t ask for much. All that is truly required of me is a trust so beyond what most people are willing to give. So huge and unending compared to the façades of honesty most people are putting forth these days. That just wouldn’t do when it comes to our relationship. Fpr most people, if you say run, they’d first ask “why?”. Then maybe “for how long?”, and assuming they haven’t already been killed or caught up with, they may ask, “how far”? But, by then, in my case at least, I probably wouldn’t be around to hear the answers. Actually, I don’t know what would happen if I stayed put. But it isn’t my job to ask. If he says “dig a hole“, I grab a shovel and I’m digging. For what? I don’t know. But that shouldn’t matter. See what I mean by trust?  Half the time, I think I’m blindfolded. But I know I won’t hit anything if I start walking. Hell, I could be running, it would make no difference. I’d be safe. And I’d know it.

Today, he told me to meet him in the valley. He told me to bring a hard hat and he told me to bring a flash light and he told me to hurry.  
Why you’ve stopped me to ask all these questions, I don’t know. But I must be on my way. Anger won’t be present in his thoughts, but my disobedience shan’t go unnoticed.

I wasn’t taught to trust. Why are you still here? Haven’t you something better to occupy your time with?
Fine. But I won’t go slow for you.
What did I mean when I said what?
Oh, well, it’s simple really.  He didn’t teach me to shut my eyes and follow. He didn’t tell me to fall and then catch me before I hit the ground. He showed me. From the very start, before he started asking, he began showing. So, really, I never had to practice. I never had to memorize responding immediately. Because he did it before I noticed what was being done. I wasn’t doing, I was living, and he was keeping up. Like it was in me from birth. Like breathing. I followed.
Look how slow we’re walking!  Now leave me alone or pick up the pace.

I really wish you’d have chosen the first. Honestly, I have nothing to offer you. And he doesn’t usually like company. He won’t be happy with me.
Controlling?!
Ha! And what if he is? I should be grateful. I am grateful. I’d be far worse off without him. In fact, I’d say I owe him! Controlling. Oh most definitely. Controlling. Oh completely. And I owe him my life because of it.
Can’t you grasp my meaning the first time?
Fine. But run. We’re almost there.
I owe him my life in every way any life could be owed. In any form a debt could be molded into, my life is molded daily. Molded by the head still on my shoulders. All because of him. Sculpted by the heart inside my chest, beating rapidly. All due to his “control”. Even in the smile that graces my lips. Believe me, it’s all because of him.

Good god are you crying?
Please, we’re here. A guest brought is bad enough. A weeping one will surely send him over the edge. No more questions, and wipe off you’re cheeks. Just watch.
“Master.”
“Young one… Who is this?”
“I…I don’t know. She followed me here.”
“Very well, give her your hat. You’re sacrificing for her today.”
“Yes.”
“Shall we?”
“ As always.”

Watch your head. Honestly, could you be slower?
“Don’t rush her.”
“Yes.”
Do try to keep up.
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It’s terribly dark down here, and all I can feel up, down, and around is dirt, dirt, and more dirt. I’m thinking they’ve cracked. I’m thinking he finally found a reason to follow through with His ultimate plan. Because he said we’d never use the escape route, which I must assume we’re in, except in the case of  Destructi…
No.
Could that be it?
Could that be why we’re here?
“M-Master?”
“Yes, Young one?”
“We’re…ending it, aren’t we?”
“Yes.”
“May I ask why?”
“No.”



When he says jump, I jump. I don’t ask how high because I probably don’t have time. When he says destroy the world in which you live, I don’t ask why, because he says not to. It’s a trust built on years of companionship. If I knew why I was serving him, I probably wouldn’t. But I haven’t a clue, as he prefers, so here I am.
In tonight’s case, here is 25 feet under the surface of the Earth, preparing to blow humanity to pieces.

For most people, if you say run, they’d first ask “why?”. Then maybe “for how long?”, and assuming they haven’t already been killed or caught up with, they may ask, “how far”?
But, in my case,  if he says “dig a hole“, I grab a shovel and I’m digging. If he says “sacrifice your protection“, I’m risking a concussion due to rocks falling from the shaken ceiling.  If he says, “help me put an end to this hell” I’m detonating millions of explosives all across the face of the planet.

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And as the fire burns through walls and wires, wives and fathers, I’m looking at my seemingly random follower and taking in her gorgeous features.
I’m realizing what my biggest task shall be. Almost humorous in it’s pleasure filled state.
And as I just start seeing glimpses of my next mission, I notice him staring at us.

“Create for me a humanity to be proud of.”
“Yes.”