A short story for this week’s Trifecta prompt – ‘intention’.
There could be no doubting their intention now. Even those, like myself, who once considered ourselves close to Peter, friends even, could see he was totally convinced. I tried speaking to him but he would have none of it. He believes, wholeheartedly, with everything they get him to say.
I have to admit they’ve done an excellent job on him. The expensive suit, neatly trimmed hair, soft hues of his makeup – all make him look the leader he could never be. Even more sinister is the way they’ve manipulated his mind. Those long-held beliefs and deeply felt philosophy, all being twisted to fit their plans. The poor fool actually believes he is the genius they say he is, the saviour the world has been waiting for.
But once this catastrophe has been allowed to play out, as soon as they have the power they so desperately seek, they will simply discard him. Peter will be sacrificed to an angry populace, desperate for someone to blame.
As that eventful day gets ever closer they have acted. Those of us who know the truth, have been rounded up, herded into makeshift compounds and denounced as traitors. Our dire warnings are ridiculed daily by a corrupt media. Our trial and inevitable executions will be used to divert attention from what is really going on.
As I write these words, knowing I have only a few hours left, I pray that when someone in the future tries to make sense of these dark days, they will realise that while Peter believed what he was doing was right, he never stood a chance. The real people of power had other ideas. It was they who were intent on bringing mankind to its knees.