The Weeping Willows and Tall Oaks couldn’t hide McAllister’s school for the blind – A metaphor – His pupils were not lacking in eyesight but empathy. Every year, a hundred young empty children were chosen to join the scholar at his reclusive, brown brick castle with all the windows missing. After a short stay, and many lessons of abuse, the angry students would bind together. They would choose a date to meet at midnight and hurl rock stones through anything breakable on the fortress.
McAllister found this humorous and encouraged the vandalism. He would stand atop the tower and yell obscenities towards the mob, laughing at their beginning step to freedom, releasing the first of many feelings that would sweep through their careless hearts.
When the crowd began to disburse, McAllister, an award winning slinger would hit an unsuspecting youngster square in the forehead with a large rock, killing them. The group would come together a second time to mourn one of their own, passing McAllister’s test by expressing sorrow. McAllister would swear he didn’t know what occurred to cause the child’s ill fate and would be allowed to continue his teachings. Some secrets must be kept by all who know them.
At the ripe old age of one hundred and eight, before his annual sacrifice, McAllister fell to his death. All one hundred in attendance gnawed away at his wrinkled and tough skin, a meal, McAllister, himself had once enjoyed. Though he tried, it would take more than one man to end the cannibalistic desires of those without feeling.
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