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Fight Club

“Tyler was Right”

Tyler Durden had inspired me, just like so many others at Fight Club.

He told us, “We have no great war and no great depression, but we do. Our great was is a war of the spirit and our great depression is our lives.”

He was right.

It’s a shame that in the beginning I didn’t see this before. In the beginning I was just one guy who had the curiosity of whether he could fight. The first night that I came to Fight Club, I had to fight, there was no negotiation about it. I was knocked down in two punches. I was spitting blood for a good ten minutes after that fight, but there was such a rush in being in that fight.

That first night, I was a wad of toilet paper, by the end of the first month, I felt like I was carved out of cement. After fighting with my own fists, I felt like I could take on anything. I felt invincible. At that time I felt that there was nothing else that could take me down and that’s when I met her.

Her name was Hailey.

I met her at the height of my time in Fight Club.

For a time it felt as if everything that had happened to me was starting to take a good turn, after my life was nothing but rot and stagnation. A career going nowhere. A non-existent sex life. But Tyler and Fight Club had changed all that for me.

I didn’t tell Hailey about it.

The first rule of Fight Club is that you don’t talk about Fight Club.

I thought things would just get better.

I was wrong.

It started one night when Tyler was talking about women.

“Women are poison to men.” Tyler said to us in the basement of the bar after closing time, “They are the true opiate of our mass. At times they may seem like a good thing to us, but eventually she will poison you. We are a generation of men raised by women, and I’m wondering whether another woman in our lives is really the answer we’re looking for.”

At first, I didn’t want to believe it.

I didn’t want to think that it was true, but one day when I came back home, I discovered the truth.

I saw Hailey in bed with someone else.

I then understood everything Tyler said.

Tyler was right.

That night at Fight Club I saw Tyler beating a blonde man. It was one punch after another, left, right, left, right, and left again. The blood wasn’t like how it was in the movies, it wasn’t bright red, it was a deeper red almost to the point of being black when it mixed with the grime of the basement floor. At first I was afraid to see Tyler being so cruel and savage, but at the same time I felt so inspired.

I could feel the very adrenaline rush into my own fists. Everything that Tyler said was right. Women truly are a poison and I had bitten into it, but no more. I decided then and there that it was time for me to purge myself of the poison that I had taken.

I came back to the apartment that we shared together, my body still sticky from the sweat that I had accumulated from that evening at Fight Club. My knuckles were raw and red from where they had made contact with other men’s faces. Now my time had come.

I came into the bedroom, quietly. I climbed onto her, my knees pinning her arms down the bed. When she woke up she was shocked and started screaming about what was going on. That’s when I landed the first punch into her face, it seemed to silence her for a moment, but then she started a screaming cry. So I started on the same rhythm that Tyler had done to that blonde man. With each punch that I landed into her face, I began thinking about how she had hurt and betrayed me. All the happy thoughts, memories, and feeling were no meaningless, because she found new ones in the arms and dick of another man.

My fists fetl more and more raw with each punch I landed into her face, but I didn’t care. The pain only amplified my fury that I had against her. There were even cuts being made into my knuckles where they scraped against her teeth. All around the bed that she and I had shared for a time blood began to spatter outward in an arch-like direction. Very Modern Art.

It was also the very same bed that she had betrayed me.

Tyler was right.

She made me think that she was in love with me and the same went with how I felt about her. Now I see that it was all a lie, like so many lies that women spin to us men. The pain in my fists no longer mattered, because I felt invincible once again and she was being taught a lesson about what happens to women who fuck with men like us.

And women wonder why there are no nice guys.

Their bitch friends got there first.

All the while that I was punching her. She was kicking and squirming beneath me. But by the time that the pain in my fists had been numbed by my fury, she had stopped kicking, and I was still punching away until her lips were as thick as sausages that oozed blood. Her eyes were purple and bulging outward like the eyes of a frog. Her hair was caked and stiff with the blood that she had spat, but I still wasn’t done with her.

I went to the kitchen and took out the longest knife that I could.

Because she was so still, I took the knife and ran it through her chest and into her heart. But I was careful to make sure that I stuck the blade between the ribs themselves, especially if it was high enough and to her left, otherwise I would miss her heart.

Shoving the knife into her chest wasn’t as easy as it always looks in the movies. Shoving the knife in was like stuffing it into a raw ham, unless you had both hands on the handle, it wouldn’t go through all the way. I shoved further with all my weight until it was up to the hilt of the blade.

I got up and looked at the blood on my hands.

Tyler was right.

This was how I became a member of Project Mayhem

The first rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

Thanks Hailey. You destroyed my heart.

The second rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions

It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything.

Thanks Hailey for letting me kill you. I’m free now.

The third rule is no lies.

Everything is falling apart.

The fourth rule is no excuses

Thanks Hailey for giving birth to a real monster like me.

Good bye Hailey. You fucking bitch.

The fifth and final rule; In Tyler We Trust.

You were right Tyler.

So, in you I trust, sir.

Author’s Notes: After writing this I’m inclined to believe that the best work that one can do is when they’re in the pits or the heights of their emotions. Though they say that in poetry workshops you should try to write something that doesn’t deal with love or fear. So this is my answer to that; hatred.