I started thinking about what I wanted to write for this the moment I read the parameters of the contest. I felt, too, that anything I write for it and post in the "Fanfiction" forum should still fall under the category of "Fanfiction" - that is to say, borrowing from established materials to offer up some ideas of my own. Take from it what you will... and enjoy!
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First Blood
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Do I regret it?
That question has haunted me all of my life. And if it suits Him, it will continue haunting me beyond my death.
If you were to ask me... and I notice you have not... but I will tell you anyway, I think it began innocently enough. It was a task my brother and I were given in earnest. It was supposed to be a great honor and privilege to bring before Him the greatest we had to offer - that was what my mother told me. When she spoke of Him, in her eyes I could see the twin lights of respect and fear. He frightened her, as none of this earth could be capable of frightening another.
I tilled the ground with pride in my work, no less than my brother possessed for the sheep he tended. It was honest work, the most honest a man could hope to have. And it was both my pride in my own work and my reverence for Him that I brought forth the offering I was meant to bear: the healthiest, ripest fruits and vegetables our farm could present. Plants they were, but I challenge the man who could have brought forth any better.
And yet... I need not. For that man, the man who brought forward His true bounty... was my brother.
I could almost sense his smug satisfaction as we approached the altar. It was little more than a stone slab on a mound of earth. To the left, I set down the bushels of fruits, and knelt down in respect, head bowed. But he? He stepped forward with his chest heaved, and he roped the sheep - half a dozen of the fattest ones of his flock - to a tree just to the right. It was enough rope to allow them upon the slab, not that they were interested in staying there... they wandered about, as the stupid animals they were, and minded nothing but the patches of grass beneath their feet.
So why did He select these creatures over the bounty I gave to Him?
Even now, I cannot conceive the reason. It frustrates me now as it always has, from the very moment He looked upon my brother with favor. He was not merely a man, not merely a presence to be sensed standing over you like Father watching you as a child... He was all around us, in the sky, in the trees, in the sun, parting the clouds to let the sunlight shine fully upon my brother in joyful acceptance and delight at his offering.
His!
I could feel my own conscience fight me as I realized my offering had been ignored. He had not only chosen my brother's offering over mine, he had chosen my brother over me. I had never felt such shame and humiliation in my life. My conscience did battle with my pride... my avarice... it shouted into the back of my head, "Why are you so miserable? You will have another chance to prove yourself worthy. You can still be accepted, pay no mind to the jealousy within you. You are not the least favorite of His creations!"
But something broke within me that day. I could not evade the despair, the anger and the frustration bearing down upon me. I had let Him down. I needed only the twilight to come for my own darkness to descend upon me, as well.
I invited my brother out to the field, out of the view of Mother and Father and the sheep and the fruit. I meant him no harm when I extended my invitation... I simply meant to congratulate him on the reward of His favor, I swear to you!
...But the hand that I raised to him was not delivered into his grasp. It was instead delivered to his face. Again, and again, and again. My hands grasped branches, rocks, even fistfuls of his hair. I could hear my own voice crying out over his as I did this terrible deed.
Why did I believe I could hide such a monstrous act from anyone, never mind the One Who Knows All?
Scarcely had the sun risen when the consequences were clear to me. Mother and Father sought my brother out, though without success... they asked me where he was, and I scorned the inquiry. "Am I to be his keeper, now?"
But dark clouds grew on the horizon, and it was only then that I, in my selfish foolishness, realized His full fury was upon me. He knew what I had done, from the moment the sun had seen the blood of my brother on the ground. I had spilled the blood of my brother over a silly, silly thing...
The thunder conveyed His words to me. I cried out to Him, begging Him for forgiveness... but no. He wanted me to leave this place, as Mother and Father had been forced to leave Paradise before... He wanted me to leave His very sight!
Desperate, I asked Him, "But what is to stop any other from what I have already done?"
Lightning came down from the sky, and etched a mark upon my chest, written in His own language and clear to any who stared upon them... cursed was I for harming my brother, but seven times cursed would be the man that brought the same punishment upon me. Irony of ironies, I was condemned from that moment on to live to the end of my natural life - and beyond His eyes, where I could no longer prove to Him my worthiness.
My death draws near. Tell my tale to all you can, that they may avoid my tragic mistake. My pride gave way to envy... my envy gave way to wrath... and my wrath destroyed me, forevermore.
Yes... I regret it. But the mark must be mine, and mine alone.
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(Word Count: including title, 992)