Saturday, March 22, 2008

Beauty and the Beast

Like all husbands who discovered Jealousy and Suspicion, he stalked her.

He thought his doubts and anger were justified when she walked up to a man who was beautiful beyond words, certainly more handsome than he could ever imagine to be in this or any other lifetime. She had her back towards him but he saw the shoulders slouch as she reached him. Suddenly, as if aware they were being watched, the man stared directly into the husband’s eyes and smiled. He was taken aback. How could that man have seen him? He was hiding in a barn at least 20 metres apart. Yet those light grey eyes pierced him through all that distance.

Then before his eyes he saw the man turn into a wild boar. He saw the boar rip off his wife’s robes and mauled her. He wanted to run and save her until he realized they were fornicating. He stood, enthralled and appalled at the same time. He saw it devour the same body he had been with the night before and many nights before that. He saw the boar trailing its saliva down every nook and cranny of his wife’s body. Then he saw his wife’s eyes, dispassionate and lifeless.

When the deed was done, it attacked her. It stomped its hoofs on her ribs and smashed it. Then it greedily chewed and ate away her legs until there was nothing left but her head and her upper limbs.

Her head disconnected itself from her limbs and suddenly flew to the window of the barn he was in. She screeched, begging to be let in. She pressed up her face against the glass and stared into his disbelieving eyes. The head banged constantly against the window until it finally slid to the ground, leaving trails of black blood.

He fainted. Or maybe he fell asleep. In his sleep he dreamed that he died, run over by a carriage. He saw his young wife picked up his head that rolled over from under the carriage and wept. The carriage didn’t stop; the passers-by didn’t come over to help. They merely whispered and pointed at the young widow.

He saw his wife went to meet the Devil to set up a deal. He didn’t ask for her soul, he asked for her love. In his ability to turn into anything he pleased, he was able to have all the women he wanted, but he wanted someone who could love him even if he was a Beast. And so the deal was struck.

He saw the fountain of youth. He saw the bodies in there, the way they glistened underwater. The way their blood sparkled like rubies from their disconnected bodies under the sunlight.

He woke up from his dream, sweating. His wife was by his side, peering curiously at him. He marveled at the way his wife’s beauty seemed to be frozen in eternity. He saw his hair turn white, his face old beyond his years. After that, he fell extremely ill and never became the same again.

It went on for years.

And so it was written that the wife was Beauty, the Devil was the Beast. And the old man who was Beauty’s father? That was her husband.


47 said...

Wah! Dah renovated tempat ni rupanya. Cantiklah, lebih ceria.

I suke! ;)

Anonymous said...

new template! doesn't sync too well with your brand of cynicism, but i suppose dark gloomy goth-like templates or for those who're merely overcompensating, eh? ;)

oh is this why you don't do fiction? because you'd be giving us wannabes more worthy competition? :P sedekah nyer.

Anonymous said...

ah crap. typo!

goth-like templates are. ARE.


Anonymous said...

magenta! tukar lah template. ni mcm blog resipi buat surirumah je. no offense tau!

suka baca ur blog. amazed on how much u know and how well you write. dah lama membaca blog u ni sbnrnya. cant get enough =)

magenta said...

hehe lg byk comment psl template than the story.

47: thanks. :)

chen: i don't do fiction because then i'd freak my readers out. :p

haha the new template is supposed to say= i can be cynical and optimistic at the same time.

juliana: hahaha but i like the fishes. ok dah tuka sikit. masih mcm blog resepi tak? :) wah, thanks for the kind words.

Unknown said...

have to say that ur story DOES freak me out. i dont like anything with blood. scary. :-P the goldfish in the 1st bowl mcm survival of the fittest sket. tp yg dlm 2nd bowl relax je tinggal sorang2. is that supposed to be some part of ur 'cynical n optimistic' theme as well? :-)

Ingrid Dients said...
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Ingrid Dients said...

Sky, I think the goldfish refers more to conformity and stereotyping. You get reprieve and more space to breathe and be yourself when you break away from stereotypicality or by conforming to a certain set of standards or rules. Left bowl is the typical MTV crowd I suppose and right bowl is..anyone who doesn't attend Sunburst, the Rainforest music festival, watch Wade Robson, support MU/Liverpool, or profess they're "underground". Haha.Magenta, is this really the origin of the oh-so-beloved fairytale or just your interpretation? Reminds me of the original fables of the Brothers Grimm. But Cinderella's sister cutting off the ball of her feet just so it'd fit into the shoes and making it bloody and carnivorous pigeons pecking eyes out just don't cut it for me. I'm hemophobic, so give me the Disney version anytime.

p/s: It cannot be established if Grimm wrote Cinderella, but I've got the book!

magenta said...

sky: to tell you the truth, i'm extremely hemophobic as well.

bovril: i could say that when i chose the fishbowl photo i had what you wrote in mind and that would make me sound like an intellectual, but the truth is i chose it because it looked nice and symbolic. but hey, your interpretation rules!

this story is just my interpretation. i don't know why people say Grimm wrote the book for children, I'm in my 20s and his stories still freak me out.or maybe i'm just a scaredy cat.