jason-a story

01Apr06

I had known Jason since he was a child. He had always been one of those children who learnt everything young. Walk. Talk. Read. Write. People labeled him a prodigy and I wonder if he ever thought of himself as extraordinary least of all special during his youngest years. But, he knew he was different. I think that maybe he thought people around him were different.

Once when he was around three years old, he hit his friend, Karen on the forehead and stormed out the room. When reprimanded and asked the reason for such behavior, Jason replied saying that Karen was too stupid to understand anything. His parents obviously didn’t think too much of it. Who would?

As years went by, Jason showed an open disdain and intolerance towards the ignorance of his peers and family of what he deemed to be common sense. He started getting into heated debates with his parents and friends over matters that betrayed his tender age of 9. I always told my colleagues, Michael and Raphael that Jason had lost his innocence and that he would grow up into one of those scornful condescending men who thought that everyone around him was too stupid to understand what life was like. There were just too many men like that out there. They just nodded their heads in agreement but didn’t want to do anything about it.

The problem with being too smart is that you always believe whatever you want to believe and filter out what may actually be the truth. In Jason’s case, he thought that people imagined life to be too simple when he believed with all his heart that life was an intricate tapestry of chaos. He believed that everything around was too complex to be generalized. Life should never be generalized, he said.

My philosophy on the other hand was quite contrary. I believed…no…I knew that some things in life were too simple that you just couldn’t comprehend them. I admit, those aren’t my words but I knew it to be the truth. People like Jason always angered me and I constantly wondered why such people would be even allowed to exist. I believed in a higher power. In fact, I had to.

Jason gradually entered those dreaded teenage years and suddenly had an opinion about everything, be it something as mundane as the color of the drapes in the living room to something as double edged as abortion. I noticed that everyone including his parents were a little apprehensive around him. He didn’t leave anyone with an opposing point of view alone. He even made some of them cry and that included his agnostic school teacher. He began to undermine everybody’s intelligence. He belittled everybody’s dreams, hopes and beliefs.

I went to Michael and told him that something had to be done about Jason. Michael had been around for about the same period as me and you could say he was pretty much my best friend in the business. However on this, Michael put his foot down. Nothing that shouldn’t be done could be done. I decided that it was just me.

Call it trivial, but my anger knew no bounds when one day Jason happened to see the very mediocre film, Meet Joe Black and started laughing at the concept that he claimed to be utterly preposterous. That was the last straw. It would take time, but Jason would eventually get it.

On his 16th birthday, Jason complained of headaches but the doctors never found anything to be wrong. He started forgetting things. The weirdest bit was that people around Jason never cared too much about his apparent mental degradation.

Sometimes, I think that Gabriel may have been onto me. Maybe he didn’t want to stop me because he had been around too long and he had seen too much.

Shortly after Jason turned 18, he died. Not many people cried at the funeral. He was soon forgotten.

The coroner’s report mentioned Brain Abscess. Gradual focal brain tissue damage. It had taken 2 years.

Oh, in case you’ve been wondering as to who I am, well, I am known by many names. Samael, Azrael, Yama, Thanatos, Odin, Meurte among many others. But I prefer something more comic bookish like The Angel of Death.

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