I was wanting to put something up on the blog that was short and not published anywhere. I wrote this many years ago for a flash fiction anthology. I dusted it off, gave it a little editing, and here it is. Enjoy.
We Are Many
Once we were quite happy. Others didn’t like our ways but we were quite content doing things our way. We knew best.
Many called us chaotic but what we did was always music to our collective ears. Our master was so proud.
We had chosen to inhabit a particular man for many years. We spoke to him in whispers and shouts, sometimes at the same time. We gave him ideas and thoughts that would drive most men insane but not him. He became ‘quite the tortured soul’ we often heard. He soon became violent, attacking the people of the village with no provocation. In an attempt to prevent him from hurting others, they put him in heavy shackles and long metal chains. A futile attempt to ruin our fun. It simply slowed us down. No more. No less. So we started resorting to new tricks. Soon he began hurting himself. Cuts, scrapes, clawing, and biting. Never bad enough to kill him. What fun would that be.
Everything was going fine until He showed up. He looked so ordinary. A plain simple man. He was walking along the shoreline when our host saw him. Our host ran toward him and dropped to his knees.
The plain man shouted in a voice that made our collective life forces shutter. “Come out of this man you evil spirit!”
We became very uneasy but stood our ground as the man dared to ask us our name. We tried to resist but we couldn’t. We had to tell him as if his words had control over us.
“We are Legion for we are many.”
He wanted to cast us out into the ether. We held on with all our might but found our hold was slipping. So we tried a new tactic.
“Please,” We pleaded. “cast us into those pigs.”
Just like that it was done. We were striped from our host and cast into a herd of swine. We thought we could control the pigs but their inferior minds snapped. Uncontrolled, they stampeded off a steep bank into the ocean to drown. What a dreadful experience drowning is. The next thing we knew we were home. Our master wasn’t pleased at all. Actually, he still isn’t.
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