an intimate contact, a sound congregation, a quiet night, this pitch black crime scene screams abhorrence - a loud heartbeat progressed to a million offsprings. and they were the dilapidated victims of Fear. in this one night, the subject has been commissioned to a mission never possible - a timid first timer constantly in self-denial, a hideous man yet an outspoken one, the state of mind ever changing on detection of the slightest of suitability to each its own. a twin effect that was never meant to be.

the subject took his first step. breathed. a defeaning emptiness filled this volume. breathed even harder. the subject tries to kill this awkwardness. this attracted a few stares in his direction. the subject winced. blacklisted, never once an attribute to hold. the set was decorated with pretty ladies wearing pink dresses and flamboyant looking boots, their blonde hair often getting into the way of others. this was a stark contrast to what laid beneath the grand stands of a highly profitable space. black business, black money, black attitude - its true colours, black and only black. the subject thought, "they look so beautiful, so delicious." he allowed this thought to linger on for a few moments, but restrained from letting it evolve into a disturbing fantasy. he went on to look for his prey, one wtih little mind of her own, one with sufficient intelligence, one that bears a desperate cry for dependency or a pair of broad shoulders. some look at such as an extra bonus, yet some treated it to the likes of a nirvana. the man was looking for a prey who falls nicely in place in the latter category.

ths emcee took his place behind the rostrum on this grand stage decorated with a variety of different coloured lightings. the purposeful post rock music chosen afted so much discussions and under intense scrutinity made up the atmosphere for the night. this night, with no qualms or considerations, was so perfectly designed with the touch exuding massive professionalism. the man thought like a cowardice, quietly taking in this setting as a consolation upon submitting himself to the notion that this mission never possible was indeed impossible. this was his only weakness, yet it would and had been proven to be costly - he never once did manage to pounce on his prey. they only remained as his preys, and never once did he calls them his 'prize', as so many of his accomplices did. he was mocked at, made a laughing stock on numerous occassions, and even scolded by his fellow comrades in crimes for being nothing more of a coward. he was almost expelled from this Game which would definitely have led to the introduction of an invinsible facade placed on him. the world would have sucked without this Game, and this did not necessarily applied to him only. this Game was for the gentlemen in this world, those who were willing to fight for the chance to beget what is explained in so many different forms in our everyday lives.

he made some serious considerations which would later on, proved to be life-changing in the correct circumstances. that is of course, with the backing of his lucky stars. he was desperate. desperate for years already, desperate for his prey already. yet in such mean circumstance, the subject was ready to wait and pick the right one. it wasn't his intention to mimic the behaviour of a patient cassonova - he did not possess the luxury of waiting and picking. but at the back of his mind, he decided that it was for the benefit of the media and its attention it will harness. he wasn't seeking for a temporal attention grabber. he was looking for one that will make history, so much so taht in years to come, this very night will be marked down in the calendars of household after household for the most horrible crime ever committed. not only was he desperate for his prize, he was also desperate to prove a point to his comrades in the company.

this was his onjly singular attribute worth mentioning - to prove a point. it was his only cause in life, a lifebuoy to keep him afloat (although just minimally afloat). he was headstrong to his own benefit, never ever contemplating the node of giving up, the node of failure. he made up little lies to set himself up to a superior level above his friends - it wasn't necessary. he was interesting enough and capable in many aspects. when he praised himself, he didn't see the need to make up a devious storey. when he praised himself, it was always the truth, never a lie, and he decided that he has had nobody to blame for making his life story difficult to believe. he deemed himself as a righteous man, loyalty and honesty at the peak of his checklist in whatever he does. unfortunately, his friends often think otherwise. sometimes, it baffles him, but at these times, he'd proudly bathe himself in all that glory, knowing very well that it was done to offer a form of unnatural self consolation to each its own. he always take such instances in his stride, acknowledging his friends' denial in him acts as a most powerful tool in boosting his confidence. he works and fights by his very own theory, an extremely comprehendable principle behind it - if you know you're going to fail at the end of the day, at least make the best out of the process, and should you one day come face to face with a devil who is thrice that of your stature, don't ever admit defeat. land your fist on his face at least once, for if you die, you will still be proclaimed as the Brave One.

tonight, he prayed his only advantage would not be put to test. crime, was it considered one.? crime, was it against the law, or merely against the law of customary depicted by lame-thinking culture - they say the good looking can stand alongside the pretty.

tonight, the good looking can stand alongside the pretty, but the beast will break out of his shell and seek what he rightfully deserves.

the beast allowed his malicious looking teeths out, warning the guests of the night of his ulterior motive. he donned a handsome suit, though the buttons around the waist area threatened to make their escape. the beast couldn't be bothered. he wanted his prey to be willing, to reciprocate dutifully what he can and will offer. he wasn't a fan of one-sided affairs - you show him some love, he'll show you his. and this attribute of his was to be retained even when he pick his prey. he scanned through the dancefloor in a gradual fashion - he didn't want to miss a single dress, a single pretty face. at times, he stopped and looked for a few moments, but never once did he stop for more than 5 seconds. he would look at them and distinguish in his thoughts if it would lust and love he was feeling - it was lust. he picked out 3 or 4 pretty faces in the busy mess of this function. the beast considered carefully. he weighed the advantages over disadvantages.

a simple melodious tone beeped from his phone. he had to pause his thoughts. the beast destested interruptions. he felt it was rude and unnecessary. nonetheless, he picked up the call and in a matter of minutes, was joined by a fellow female comrade. she was there to pick out a target too after months of heartbreak.

the beast reminisced happy moments with the fellow comrade. he had went through moments where both parties would laugh heartily, arms across one another. but there were times where the beast was forced to share the woes of his favourite female comrade. he'd provide great company, something he thought he was really good at, and would often wipe the tears off her puffy eyes and pale cheeks. nonetheless, they'd always end up in the friendly refuge of the arms of one another. it would always be a happy ending when the both of them came together as one.

as the beast resumed his thoughts about the 3 pretty faces he had picked out, her fellow comrade nudged him. she questioned intently about his present situation - he had managed to point out the 3 pretty faces among the sea of guests after quite some time. it was, unexpectedly, met with serious protests. then it all happened.

their laughters turned into a serious gaze. they looked at each other, and it was uncontrollable. the beast loves thinking, loves weighing the odds, and what better time than to put his habit to good use - he thought about the hurt this little girl had sustained over the years, the unhappiness brought to her, and the useless thing she once called her 'boyfriend'. each time unhappiness struck her, the beast would somehow have the same unhappiness aura wrapped around his entire being. the beast would offer advice and would never restrain letting loose his heart of care and concern. and tonight, while he looked into the familiar eyes of his fellow comrade, he suddenly realised that this care can evolve into something bigger, and this concern, something more determined. these thoughts rained down unto him in quick succession, and all within that moment of quietness, he had thought things through and concluded that she, the prey he was looking for the entire night, was right there in front of his eyes. she was right beside him all these desperate years of crave for the Game.

as he looked her in the eyes, the beast could sense that she was thinking along the same line as he was. the beast breathed. mission never possible was going to be possible in a matter of seconds. breathed even harder. he bowed his head shyly. a hideous man. he finally looked up and made his heartfelt confession, that of simple vocabularly, that of utmost cliche, that of nothing but a true, bona fide, confession. an outspoken one. the beast laughed at himself for taking up this mission in the very first place - no reason to do so when the prettiest face is right there all this while. he laughed at himself for attempting to pick out pretty faces among the crowd of guests. he laughed at himself for being so desperate all these years. he laughed at himself for having the fear of expulsion from the Game.

he laughed at himself with great deliberation because all this while, the beauty he was looking for was all along right there, beside him. his greatest friend was now his greatest companion, his greatest partner, his greatest steady, his greatest flame.

in this beautiful setting, they looked each other in the eyes, and ventured into each other's arms. it was a familiar hug, but tonight, this familiar hug had an entirely different dimension to it.

it rained an affection, an affection so great, disregarding customs that the good looking will always walk alongside the pretty so vulgarly, it is almost a crime. an affection so great, the people who once thought nothing of the beast will now envy him for all the right reasons.

the beast, never once lifting the gaze off his beauty, inched forward and in a glorious fashion, presented his first kiss to the beauty...

an intimate contact, a sound congregation, a quiet night, this pitch black crime scene screams abhorrence - a loud heartbeat progressed to a million offsprings. and they were the dilapidated victims of Fear. in this one night, the subject has been commissioned to a mission never possible - a timid first timer constantly in self-denial, a hideous man yet an outspoken one, the state of mind ever changing on detection of the slightest of suitability to each its own. a twin effect that was never meant to be. tonight, his fate has been presented to him.

Under the pipal tree, You are there.

Under this moonlight, Happiness: We're In This Together.