Rosatto's Madness

 "Oh hello friend, welcome to the warehouse." "But there is no warehouse my friend?" "What warehouse I said no such thing?!" He sits talking to himself, playing with two porcelain dolls. One has no head and the other has blood drawn all over it. "I am the mastermind oh yes! The mastermind behind it all!" Rosatto cries out as he strokes the doll gently and diligently. "Oh this game is a fun one, yes it is. Rosatto loves to win the game, the game of life, oh yes he does!" Suddenly Rosatto pulls out a glock and shoots the head off of the bloodied doll that still had a head. "Oh, Rosatto hears you, the gods told Rosatto to do that. They tell Rosatto to do all!" He says as he reaches up towards the sky. He starts spinning in circles as he screams his god's words. "God says to love the bombs! Love is war! God says to love the gods! Love is war! But gods if I love bombs and bombs are war then what is love?! I do not love for love is sin! I hate war. I hate it! War is good and you are god! So I must love war but hate it all the same! I pick a rose, I smell it, I hate the smell, but the thorn, I love it!" In an instant the madman falls unconscious and slams down onto the floor.

 "So that's the mastermind?" "The mind said to follow him, he was once a normal fella' was just like us." Two men sit outside of Rosatto's room trying to make sense of what just happened. "The story going around is that it was that fog, the one that made all them people forget." Rosatto steps out of his playroom, at first the two men don't notice as they think he is still unconscious but a moment later they realize his presence. The two men go quiet. Rosatto watches as the men stand stiff and still, he circles around them both. Many minutes pass and nobody says a word, the men sweat as Rosatto continues spinning around the men.

 After many more minutes pass Rosatto begins to speak. "How do you men know what is and what is not?" He says while reaching for the men's chins. He strokes their chins as if the men are his property and nothing more. Of course this is a truth as for when a disciple of your perfect god descends upon you, there is no choice but to obey. Even if he is a madman, there is no disobeying god. "Will you men answer me?" Rosatto snaps at them both. They respond in perfect unison like a cult repeating their master prayer. "The only way to know what is reality and what is not it to..." They blank as the realize the truth of it all. They think for a few minutes as Rosatto continues to caress their chins. "Well boys I don't have all the time in the world." Rosatto jumps away in a dramatic pose and flips a stopwatch up from his cloth robe. Looking down at the stopwatch it displays a time of 54 minutes and 23 seconds. "Or maybe" Rosatto giggles a childlike giggle. "I do have all of it, all the time the world can offer. It's all mine! All of it! It's mine alone!" The men watch the madman's display in shock. Of course they have never seen anything like it. Have they ever seen anything? "So tell me my friends! What is reality!" They look at one another and then again in unison they speak. "There is only the reality which one perceives, therefor reality is nothing. There is nothing that is real, it is all us that makes reality, so why exist at all?" Rosatto laughs at the men's responses, for he knows reality is nothing more than a myth and all the people live in a lie. But the men got one thing wrong about reality. "Reality is not nothing at all but everything at once. You see my great friends, everything is happening all at once in this very second. Time is the illusion of your brain it is not real to the world itself but your feeble untrained mind can not feel that!"

 Rosatto was hysterical, laughing and jumping and dancing to the silence that was the melody that played in his head. "Do you want to know who did it?" He was screaming now, his head spinning and his hands trembled. "Do you know what they did to us, people in there! They used the world to transform us into it! I don't remember them anymore! Time itself means nothing! The chains that bore you imbecile specimens down into the crevices of reality shall not exist no longer!" Rosatto suddenly creeped closer to the men trembling as if holding onto the seldom amount of life he had left. He pulls out a luger from the holster on his right hip that may or may not have existed before.

 The madman's voice turns sinister and cold, desperate an pleading. "This species, these creatures do not deserve the ability of life itself." He hangs onto one of the man's shoulders as if he can not walk with his own two legs. "Let me show you reality" He whispers as he shoves the luger into the mans throat as the man gags profusely. The madman rolls his thumb and cocks back his pistol. Shaking and trembling he pulls the trigger.

 The man falls back gasping for a breathe that will never come, his partner follows shortly after. The symphony is now over, Rosatto suddenly comes to a dead and silent stop. For he could dance no longer to the silence of the world. Blood leaked down from the men's faces, gushing out onto the newly polished wooden floor. The floorboards turned a dark maroon as Rosatto watched the blood leak out. He stood still but anyone who saw would see his itching to jump and to dance. Of course nobody did see, because the ones who could've seen were dead. Rosatto slowly cracked his neck up to the industrial ceiling above. "Why god must you bless me with such pleasure! Such cruelty!" His fingers twitched as he cracked them one by one in a contorted way. The vibrations of the soundwaves echoed through the manor as Rosatto had just claimed another life. The thrill soared through his bones shredding the last of Rosatto's sanity he may have had.

 The madman stood alone and still for many hours and soon it was well into the night. He thought of the abyss and the nothingness that had been the world for so long. He saw the man of the shadows who stood outside his window, stalking him as this shadow had done for so long. Finally Rosatto laughed as he fell down his legs giving in from him standing for so long. He fell into a deep, restless sleep.