HIDE

THE

CRYING MOON

A Short Fiction

In Celebration

Of

The Fall Season

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

10/06/2006

Some people thought it should be legalized under the freedom of religion statutes.

Others realized that even with that, it was still far too easy to "volunteer" someone that had nothing to do with the specific "religious beliefs" which were sought to be legalized. This part concerned some people if only because of the permanence involved with such "volunteering."

Being a human sacrifice was quite the heavy decision, even more so when it was being decided for a person through the manipulation of those around them in their daily lives. Which was becoming easier to accomplish in the more recent social directions of society.

I guess that was the one stipulation which really de-railed the movement to legitimize it all as an organized religion. They just couldn't seem to contain themselves within the areas allotted for their own interests. "The grass is always greener" type of weakness in their organization, soon found it to be less than organized by any means, and very much now within the distinct possibility of removal entirely… and very much through their own efforts. Many of such efforts being perpetrated and perpetuated in the growing panic and fear mounting within their own ranks.

There were some people, just as many opposed as for I guess, that thought it should not ever gain a status of legal recognition. Much for the same reasons, but for slightly different reasoning within those reasons.

It just wouldn't be as much fun if it were legal. It wouldn't hold the same levels of excitement in perpetrating such unspeakable acts in violation of any and all standing moral values, if it were a legal religion that is.

Even those in general society were against it becoming legal, much for the same reasons. How could it remain a substantial point of interest and excitement in their lives, if a person didn't have to worry about someone stealing them away in the night to find themselves waking into a reality of unspeakable helplessness and horrors? A substantial percentage of the populous were even "saving themselves" sexually in accordance with this movement… some in hopes of being chosen, and others in the want of someone telling them when it was alright to engage in such activities.

How could it remain an exciting potential direction of their own lives in the distant chance of ever being inducted into such an organization, if it were made to be a legally recognized structure of faith?

"It would just ruin the whole thing" was very much the reasoning.

Beyond those speculations, within the rank and file of the unspoken cult was of course the suspicion of some sort of infiltration through the efforts to legalize. But anyone with any sort of time within the cult itself, knew that suspicions were very much a welcomed part of it. Suspicions of any sort, including those of some risk in falling to authority figures. Fear fueled it. Fear of any kind, from anywhere including those thinking themselves as safely members within it.

Suspicion could be said to be a substantial part of the unseen movement, itself… if not the point in many ways… a grand celebration of and in the extremes of suspicious thought and even paranoia.

A psychological game of "limbo," if you will.

Just how much could one perpetrate and then weather in the recompense to their conscience?

Besides that, and again within the more senior areas of the cult itself, was the knowledge from experience that there was no such attempt toward infiltration in said manner as making the social belief structure legal. It was already without bounds as far as anyone could discern. Without bounds, that is, only as far as is and was the human psyche itself, especially when it is gripped with unspeakable fear.

Those more seasoned veterans of this movement knew that it would be a greater detriment for such legalization, than if it were possible for any involved in such a cult, to be caught and silenced.

Those within the existing governmental structures knew such to be a detriment as well. As was already being displayed within the hierarchy of the cult members, through the "developments" being types of "regression" which were manifesting through out. This very much from the generational aspects of people actually being born and raised within the standards of the cult, as a normal part of their conditioned existence.

The government didn't really fear this movement taking anything over to begin with. Such progressions in regression were a safety factor enough.

In so many words, they were just too damn dumb to ever be a real threat. Especially those which had been born into, and grew within the confines of the cult, itself. They knew nothing else beyond the protected barriers of their daily lives… and it made for great fun when it was they would transcend those boundaries without even the insight as to what a boundary was, then further without any insight into the dangers which were in store for their persons.

Most of them didn't even know that people don't really like to be spirited away in the night to become some game of human sacrifice to the utterly ignorant.

For them to even begin a movement to take anything of substance over, they would very much have to expose themselves to dangers many of them weren't even equipped to conceive of, much less deal with. Especially in the distant chance that they managed to gain control of any substantial governing powers.

To remove the barriers in which they were tolerated to some degree, meant their own demise in unspeakable ways that even many of them could not begin to imagine. They had no means with which to embrace the idea that perhaps they weren't all that liked… it didn't even begin to occur to any of them.

To disrupt their place within the social eco-cycle in which they were tolerated, was to bring upon themselves far more than they could "hire out" to deal with it.

I guess another place where they really stumbled and fell, was in the amplified and misused reasoning through which many of their fearful justifications told them they were needed. This being in looking toward the general population level.

There were just too many people in many areas within society.

Such was their reasoning anyhow… and really, why not be of a higher order in which the responsibility was bestowed to trim that population? It was better to be the oppressor than the oppressed, right? And it was a social service after all… they were giving back to the community through removing people from it.

It sounded good enough when said with the silver tongue of celebrity, perhaps even political popularity.

"Giving back to society…" It does have a ring to it, doesn't it?

The sexual games were very much sought after. A commodity no less, in many social circles. Which in all reasoning was a great inspiration for the ladies to save themselves. To be chosen a participant in such displays and ceremonies was well worth the risk of death in many of their minds.

To be "taken" in such an utterly helpless way seems to have been the gift one might get for "the girl who has it all." Even and especially with the danger factors.

It seems that there is nothing to excite a girls interest than the possibility of a violent, even grotesque demise after being forcibly taken sexually in ways that few hardly ever consider.

Even more, to then be able to lord over the fate of some other after have survived such an encounter.

It is rather tempting on a topical level. A person must admit that. The potential of deciding the fate of some captured, though most times secretly willing victim was quite the prize to be attained. Even more delectable was the successful result in having "volunteered" the victim.

The cries. The pleading. All the while being accompanied with the assurance that secretly… if only ever to themselves, the victim was quite willing. Further, and more importantly, that the perpetrators were well within their right to be performing such inhumane acts.

It is where they got lost in the drunkenness of and for power that many feel they mis-stepped in the want and efforts to legally establish this "right" as a religion. Such efforts were the thread which began the unraveling of it all.

They, themselves would soon be the victims of something none of them ever began to consider. This even beyond the personal knowledge of what they had agreed to in their own designs. All simply, and because they had failed to recognize even centuries old contractual agreements. Simple, un-complicated agreements which had stood since the dawn of humanity in some cases. Again, very much in the short sighted lust for many things… and most of them being trinket like in comparison to that which had been violated.

I suppose there is a comical quality about it. Particularly in the fact and disposition of their demeanor and posturing of impervious existences. The drunken lusts resulting in an over confidence which in turn allowed the cyclical nature.... of nature itself to take hold of their very existences.

They would hear nothing of it. They could never, in their positions and safety through out their recognition in society in which ever manner, being celebrity or politico… be subject to any sort of loss pertaining to their immortal and self convinced superiority. In so many words, there wasn't one of them, especially those within said contractual breach, which could see themselves as being at a loss or vulnerable, much less hear anything of it. What's more, much in the same manner as was their daily reassuring "victories" to themselves. It just wasn’t plausible.

They couldn't even see it, and it was widely known that many celebrated this fact.

Their drunken lust of power was very much their own end. It was that which worked directly and entirely against them.

Some even prayed for their total and entire control of things such as government structures… if only in the interest to finally be rid of them all through the eminent demise of such mechanisms beneath the distance of and in their reasoning. To remove even the small applied aspects of social advance from society entirely through allowing their "advance," for the purpose of provision for something so inefficient that it soon would be gone of it's own direction in lusts for perceived power.

Even further, it would remove the value of all it sought to possess through such arrogance and ignorance….not to mention lack of reasoning beyond the consumer mentality now being the basis and standard of this former exclusive belief structure.

Yes, it was far easier to "volunteer" someone these days… and more obvious was the growing reasoning within these efforts to "volunteer" someone. Those being their worth and value…

The "sunrise" was coming for these type of people so much in disregard of everything even that sustained their way of life. Some even thinking themselves great conquerors in hastening their own demise – never realizing the self inflicted damages.

Many others would have called it a "sunset."

But those were the sort usually finding themselves soon "volunteered" and counting their days from when they wake in the mornings. Not knowing even more than the ignorance now populating the ranks of those fallen to lustful greed, of what they were dealing with. It all having become so automated that they couldn’t even tell when they were ripping at the insulation that kept the blazing sun at bay.

I sat just last evening, in an old screening room left from the rubble of social demise. I watched a few reels that the more daring of this breed managed to produce for their own entertainment, now left in the haste as was much else.

The film was scratched and blurry. The screening room itself now felt and smelled like a musty old tomb covered with dust and remnants of a far off, not so long ago.

I couldn’t make out the address numbers which had been on the considerably large house in which the small screening room was contained. It really didn’t matter at this point.

What was notable, is in the fact that there are still remnants of this social order. Some even still populating the vacant destruction of old, deserted houses that seem to have been meant for kings.

It was functional social demise. So much so that it may have stood as evident that it was well past sunrise, if not near mid day for their kind. Even as they continued in their automated directions, still convinced of some success which lay just beyond some indiscernible horizon.

This in the face of the obvious contradiction to such held beliefs in the withering of the walls which kept them safely contained, as they continued to strip them away.

I have to say that the film itself was something to see. The extremes in human behavior being the focal point, obviously. The “ultimate” power and the “ultimate” lack of it playing out together.

How utterly limited it must all have felt after a while? How many ways could the same scene be played out before it became trite to even the most hideous of creatures?

What an extremely strange way to have fueled their own boredom, and further within it, their own demise.

The particular reel I found most interesting was done with some attention to production details. It played out and was put together almost in a story fashion.

It started with the happenstance meeting of the more than average, though predictable characters of victim and predator.

It progressed through the playful game of seductions in various ways, then culminated in that fateful and ever dramatic moment of ultimate betrayal…. But this was only to be a segue as the film rolled on.

The tortured and lengthy demise of the young victim was rather well rehearsed as seemed her reactions and responses in some odd way.

The sexual violations turning into throws of ecstasy... as if welcomed and even enjoyed, even being carried out in pools of considerable amounts of blood and through streaming tears. Some of said violations being extreme in every sense of the word. Regardless of pleading, even convincing remorse. Regardless of the level in compliance. And most definitely with no regard to the level of bodily fluids issued in the way of blood or tears.

For one long moment, I looked to see if maybe I could recognize the victim on some off chance of interaction in years ago… though not so far off time frame.

I realized that it wouldn’t matter if I had, given that which was actually transpiring within existence. Much more so than just in my personal interests.

Truth be known, I found myself momentarily even hoping that I had recognized the victim… and even hoping it to have been one of the more hospitable people I had known. My reasons at the moment made sense… why shouldn’t it be someone I had known?

None I had known were beyond having justified such actions through their own any more than were any others having willingly even assisted such in some cases. Why shouldn’t it be them? They obviously weren’t nice enough to have barred the idea of such social ploys in their own actions. Some were even drawn to those aspects which so many others fell to, as well.

In fact, I found it to be much more efficient if it would have been someone I had known. Especially in regard to the unavoidable result of such an occurrence in the manners I have described. To know it to have been someone that maybe didn’t even deserve it would have been much more comforting in regard to the coming demise of all it entailed. Indicating, if you will, said inevitable result of such an extreme in violation.

As I looked and tried to recognize some small facet of the writhing desolation now suffering from extremes no one else would ever know, I found the sudden thought in consideration of the waste it truly represented.

How boring it all must have become? To play the same desperate needs over and over and over again, in the automated fashion it had become. The ignorance it now symbolized in the face of eternal potentials and possibilities obviously forsaken.

What an embarrassing waste. Centuries of brilliance in existence reduced to desperate, pig like scenes played out in repetitions none could explain beyond the ignorance signified in such actions as if it were some ultimate exercise of power.

How loathsome. No wonder most of them trembled in fear of being found out. The embarrassment would be more than any should bear in the eyes of those eternal levels of greatness they repeatedly marred with their supposed ultimate exercise in superiority. Always seeming to be the same desperate wants and actions.

I suddenly then felt bad for the victim, but not in the ways a person might imagine a pity to manifest for and of such violations. It was more that such a person existed which would have allowed themselves… even volunteered in some instances, to be within a social disease posturing of the supernatural that really only amounted to sad emulations and bit parts of former greatness.

I knew at that moment why it still seemed that she was crying, now moments after her obvious physical death portrayed and preserved in a medium few if any would ever see again. I knew it was much because of those reasons extending from the ignorance of what true power really is… and I suspected that she had realized it in the waning seconds of her own existence.

Her tears were of a shame that transcended what had physically befallen her… but the sadness which continued to play out some pitiable sort of self absorbed display in maintaining various forms of violation, continued to display their level of ignorance as well. They did so in the fact and failure of not having sense enough to at least hide the crying moon.