The Bowman Pt. 2

Part two of three for my delivery boy of fate, the bowman

Though I'm sure I was human once, my humanity ceased existence the moment I became the Bowman. Any life left in my soul was stripped and traded for an eternity of servitude, along with its duties and abilities. In order to carry out my master's will I was given eyes that could delve into the minds of humans. All the better to tell who was truly innocent or guilty. While my nights were spent doing the dance of rodents and vipers with those who were guilty, my days were spent wandering aimlessly through hordes of mundane lives with little meaning or contribution to the world around them. That is until I met Mr. Douglas. If ever there were a more boring specimen. His entire life was a broken record schedule, each and every day exactly like the last. His mornings consisted of an early routine jog around the block in what seemed to be second hand workout gear, their bright neons all faded and worn much more than he could have done himself. Afterwards the schedule always followed the same: his wife would rise and began making lunches while Mr. Douglas would awaken his children before getting himself showered and ready for what I can only assume to be a job fitting of his plain and frankly monotone behavior. The family would disperse in the morning and reconvene hours later to continue going about their routine, dinner together followed by TV or homework of some sort. The whole thing felt sickeningly repetitive. Every day of their lives like clockwork. Compared to my usual hunt in the evening, not knowing who I was after or what to expect once I got there, it was so droll. Yet smiles donned there faces and laughter filled the household daily. It confused me at first and the more I would watch the more intrigued I would get. I found myself returning to the Douglas family daily to check in. After long nights I felt myself longing to be there watching as the continuous stream of their lives rolled on. It made me miss being alive. As boring and routine as their lives were, they were alive all the same and they seemed to relish in that fact. Even when I was among the living I had never felt anything like it. That, I assume, is when my master's decided to step in and punish my ill-advised behavior. After two weeks of watching and vicariously living through the Douglas family, everything I thought I knew would come crumbling down around me.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar, I worry that some parts get a little too wordy