For Instinct

I step, resetting my weight, trying to get my tight muscles loose again. Ignore the urge to rub my hands together and step instead. My main-gate shift’s almost here. Watch says 2306. Close enough, Charlie’s been glum lately, I’ll let him off early. “I’m taking my shift now” “Are you sure? There’s 9 minutes left.” “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Go home; I’ve got you covered buddy”. “Thanks man.”
These may have been Almend’s thoughts before he murdered Amschel. Arriving at base near midnight Amschel was shot through the gate while disembarking from his limo. His guards overmatched Almend’s bullets and killed him. At eleven, Amschel died.
There was no record indicating prior inclinations on Almend’s part to kill unprovoked or attack. He did not know Amschel and, being in his employ, had no apparent reason to kill him. Yet, seeing the boy, Almend reactively shot to kill.
Amschel was the director of world planning. All his family obeyed his demands and nations obeyed their demands. Attaining such a position in a family of back-stabbers, cunning brutes, clever devils and bankers required frightful craft. Amschel died at 11.
His completely unexpected assassination opened a route through to the destruction of his family’s glamour through which other families saw them as betters and so served them. Amschel had needed to kill, sequester, isolate, or otherwise make unfindable/useless all his rivals for family rule so, at his death, there wasn’t a family member left with the presence of dastardly will to hold all others in fearful obedience. In-fighting broke out between the family members; throughout the world wars waged. Such violent quarrel may not have ended the family’s rule because such spiteful in-fighting had long been their way: for generations brother murdered brother, father whipped daughter, mother poisoned husband, and son hired a hit on elder. These destructive effects were worsened with simultaneous violence in favor of paranoid insulation. No one expected or understood Almend’s assassination of Amschel. He couldn’t have known Amschel’s importance (adults were always kept around him so he’d more appear like a child being led so, should an attack on world-leader come, his bodyguards-disguised-as-parents would be killed instead). Suspicions were cast that another family member must have done it –though all serious contenders had been thought estranged/lost or executed. Other heads-of-family searched fervently for betrayers within their own organizations, killing many of their own guards as Almend had been one of Amschel’s guards. Communication and therefore the overall efficiency of the family’s organizations were hampered by powerful members holing themselves up in fortress-estates to be contacted through bottlenecks. Subordinates found themselves left to decide matters when information deferred up provoked no answer before decision-time came. Increasing independence in lower leaders of the hierarchy led to splintering loyalties. The illusion of needing to work with Amschel’s family began to dissolve and whole continental regions turned against them. Family-heads were in no state of mind to organize defenses as they had their advisers slimmed with executions and wasted money on protection from phantom enemy cells. Ideas of cells within manors took root in servants minds and some were actually formed. Frustrated with hurting demands, some security commanders staged coups. One set the standard when he realized most of the organization didn’t see their ruler anymore and so wouldn’t even be able to check if he was telling the truth when he claimed he spoke for their master. All bets went off when a regional ruler convinced state-heads to sabotage the currencies they’d been forced to use. Means of economic control, items kept clean of invisible warfare, became fair game. All the infrastructure of world rule was being burned while subjects of increasingly low rank-in-hierarchy began to self-determinate.
Almend saw Amschel. He felt him. A terrible child, horrid, abominable, twisted. A gunshot and the pain in his breast shamed Amschel, letting him know he’d done wrong.
Understand, that bullet didn’t hit Amschel; it struck a pane of bullet-proof glass. It did not pierce through; it did not shatter. Some fiber was smashed to particles, a pattering event, and the pane was rent. Though no hole was made, the pocket dug was a great impact all the same. Cracks spread from where the bullet-tip had hit and segmented the once solid pane. Pieces of glass fell onto the ledge, a plane oriented to an opposing axis, or floated as light particle-powder in an a-axial atmosphere. Even the edges and corners shuddered, knew a change took place.
Comprehend, a single sheet of glass wasn’t destroyed but a mosaic demonic. Singularly beautiful glasses were fashioned together into a horrible picture. The structure ghastly, its’ visage torture. A piece of woe was partially undone in its’ frame so some glass fragments fell free of the ugly image to be beautiful individually yet not hideous in context.
Believe, not for a bullet but a drop of water the mosaic shattered.
Know, cracks are not destruction but a return of original formation. Once the water and glass were together. They were earth. But heat=movement ascended water with dust left behind. A mini-mimic star (spark) struck the sand drops so they flowed as liquid then consolidated, cooled by the spirited air to a purified dryness. No longer would such glass be beaten by sun-rays. Now it was so solid it reflected and its’ parts were so close together man could only see the gaps. Individual water molecules on a higher level became depressed, pulled together by their most forceful / best-positioned members so they were so strong in their struggles against other bodies of water-particles that their anger scraped off as paths of negativity* that’d destroy whatever they’re channeled into. Such collection was ultimately a darkening of substance, stopping light from reaching lower levels, and returning water to the lower tiers it had come from. There, a drop hit the light-dried and hardened glass. Together they may again coincide to provide dirt.

*What’s an electron’s polarity?