The Eighth Chapter

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first portion that I have composed as a member of this project. My chapter has taken on a bit more of a philosophical and psychological tone, as opposed to a more narrative one. This is not the best example of my writing, because I am not a narrative writer. However, I do plan to make better contributions as time progresses. All feedback is certainly welcome. )

Suffice it to say, the pie did not obtain its intended effect. The man retained his life. Mere edible items were not sufficient cause for a preconceived murderous effect. The physical realization of one's innermost aspirations and desires should not interfere with the quality of one's humanity. The end does not justify the means to realize that end.

Tim should have been capable of grasping this basic concept; however, dehumanization impeded his cognitive abilities. He was longer able to claim the term 'humanity' as a defining characteristic of his being. One persistent thought consumed him in a manner similar as to how a fire consumes a forest: murder. The human body is essentially an object of more complexity than a simple animal organism, but when one is in pursuit of a malevolent aim, this argument loses its validity.

The only object that was of sanctity to Tim was his weapon. As he contemplated its value in his vehicle, Tim realized that his sole purpose for his existence was to realize his singular aspiration: to avenge the man who murdered his parents. If he failed to accomplish this goal, then his existence would possess no justification.

Tim drove off into the desert. (EDIT: Can there exist a desert? Is it permissible to abruptly modify the landscape without any previous explanation?) Exasperated and exhausted, he decided to take his lodgings at a local motel. As he climbed the stairs to seek refuge within the confines of his alcove, the meek light disappeared from Tim's sight. An object, cold and distant in nature, was raised to Tim's head. The man who possessed the cold, malicious object spoke to Tim, distantly whispering in his ear: "Now do you like them apples now?"