2 -Chapter : 2-We're here-

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Memories are good for the soul... Sometimes.

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-Chapter 2--Mathilda: Point of view-

We have been on dirt road, driving in the woods. For about a few hours now.

Outside was dark, the only illumination that we got was the full white moon shining down at us. Many of my inmates are sleeping in the bus.

Some were snoring insanely loud, if I was in Australia, I would have heard them from there, on the other hand, others were sleep talking or giggling in their sleep.

I, on the flip side, was observing the distance, between where they taking us from to where we've entered the woods.

It's not looking so good for me. If I do escape from this place, it would probably take me 7 days on foot without sleep, to reach the main road again.

They always say never lose hope.

That God will be with me always, to see my sinful and destructive ways destroy me.

A small smile forms on my face. Just remembering the first victim that told me that as their last words. Good times.

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"You are from the pits of hell. He will punish you." He screams at the top of his lungs, while tears slide down his pale face.

"Oh, Dear father, you said that God loves me unconditionally. Did... you not? And that I must follow his given will. Did you not?"I hissed with a psychotic smile forming on my face.

As I sat in a little chair in the middle of the church. Rocking myself back and forth, just staring at him.

This church is a well-known church, in this small neighborhood.

The exterior of this beautiful church was designed to look like a white enormous castle with colorful windows that have strange unique patterns in them. The interior of the lovely church was more appealing to the human eye.

The floor was made out of dark wood. As long white seats are organized in rows, as neatly as possible, facing the big human statue that hangs from the wall.

The wall is painted pure white. It felt like I was in heaven every time I came to this... Damn forsaken church.

The best part of this church was the big like human statue of God's looking down at me.

Their eyes were wide and always open to see, everyone sinful ways. While their faces showed us; sorrow and pity within them.

They never missed any sin that passed through their wide eyes. No Matter... If the sinners were young or old.

People from the neighborhood always leave their kid's here, with the priest alone. You can already imagine what went down here.

You don't have to be a smart ass to figure that out.

Who in the hell! Would leave small defenseless kids with priests?

Like if the priest wasn't a stranger like everybody else. It's actually quite funny if I say so myself... How these parents are so damn fucking naive , in this day and age.

As if these priests... Have never sinned in their pathetic lives before. The priests think that they're better than any regular folks that walk down the street.

A sinister giggle passes through my lips, at the thought of that.

The irony in this, right?

How this priest is painted to be and look pure and perfect, with no such thing as flaws.

If only they knew of what these demons disguise as angels are really capable of doing. If only... They could see what I have seen.

The priest was on his knees in front of me, covered with bruises and cut marks, all over his naked body.

He was crying like a little bitch in front of God, so unforgivable and despicable. I rolled my eyes at the scene before me.

The look on his face was priceless, of course. It was worth more than all the gold and silver in the world.

"Stop crying like a little damn bitch. Remember GOD, don't like, when little whore's cry." A burst of laughter escaped my lips, again.

The man's eyes held horror.

So much so that he peed himself on the floor.

"Tsk, tsk tsk... Stop acting like a child, father. God doesn't like that.

It is so disrespectful to God. Have you never heard of manners ?" I tilt my head slightly to the right, waiting for a response.

"Oh father,... Give me a good damn reason not to send you to God so soon.

And make you spill out, all of your dirty sins in front of him."

Raising one of my eyebrows at him, just waiting patiently for him to give me a pathetic excuse, as an answer.

He thought about it for a while. Just taking up my valuable time, to see my little white bunny doctor.

"Oh, Come on, Father. I don't have all day.

I have other duties to attend too." A wide warm smile from ear to ear, forms on my face. As I look at my black watch on my right wrist.

It's already 2:00 am. Wow, time does fly, when you're having fun.

"Please just let me go. God wouldn't want this from you, and you know it. He-He is disappointed in you.

But he'll forgive you. If-If you don't go through with this mistake. It's not to-too late to see the light, child" He pleaded out, with hope held inside his light blue eyes.

I raised an eyebrow at the kneeled man before me with a questionable look.

Standing up from the small wooden chair. I turn around and walk towards the statue that had a sorrowful expression on his face. while his dull emotionless eyes look up at the ceiling as if... He was looking for forgiveness.

I was now in front of it. The feeling of eyes, from behind me- was burning holes into the back of my head with curiosity and worry.

Waiting to see... What I was up to.

"Hi-Hi God, is it true, that... You will forgive me for my sinful ways?" I asked that statue in an annoying girly voice.

"No...you have been a very bad girl" I mocked with a manly voice. As if the statue in front of me is talking back at me.

"But... He told me, that you don't want me to do this and that you were disappointed in me" My calm voice turned pitcher and higher, as I started sobbing uncontrollably to the motionless statue standing there.

Tears started to slide down my face and my body began to tremble with complete fear.

"It is true, but... We all have our reason to do what we do.

It's not your fault that you've become like this... My poor child. But you will still have to be punished for your sinful ways if you don't stop " The statue said in a stern voice.

All you can hear were loud sobs echoing inside the church. Tears boomed my eyes, while I held my head low as a child that did something terribly wrong in front of her strict parents.

"You see what I tell you... God will forgive you, Mathilda. If you don't continue with this monstrosity. " The father that is kneeled down on the floor said.

The loud sob was replaced with a burst of demonic laughter.

Turning myself around slowly as a wide smile formed across my face, while tears still dropped down my warm cheeks.

I can already imagine how I looked like to him.

A young woman, dressed in all black in front of a statue. Looking like she has lost the little humanity, she once held.

"Oh father, have I ever listened to God? Mmm" As I take a slow but steady step towards him.

"Do you honestly think God has time for people like you and me? Mmm," His eyes grew wider, while his body started trembling like a leaf.

"Hahaha, oH, FATHER. Do you still believe I am that NERVE little girl that came here when... She needed your HELP? Mmm. "My voice was getting louder with each question, I was throwing at him.

Now standing in front of the demon, that haunted me in my nightmares every night. The demon that I once thought that will help me in my time of need, is now looking up at me with teary eyes.

"GOD said always banish your demons and unfortunately father. You are one of them... It's just so sad that it came down to this.

"I took my small knife and started cutting crosses across his face and body.

All he could do was cry out in pain. His hands and legs were bonded rather tightly, making it hard to get set free.

After a few more cuts and stabs, I stopped. "What happened father, have you forgotten that God doesn't like noisy kids.

No wonder, he isn't helping you out. Do you think people will miss you, father? Or even cry for you... When you are gone? "

The man on the floor was in and out of consciousness. As blood oozed out of his new fleshly done wounds.

"Any last honorable words father, that you will say before you go meet god before me?" I mockingly asked him with a childlike voice. Batting my eyelashes at him sweetly, like an innocent child, he always liked it that way.

He whispered loud enough so I can hear what he was about to say to me.

"God will always be with you, to see your sinful and destructive ways destroy you, slowly." he spat at me with venom and hatred lace in his weak voice.

"Oh, Dear father, It's time for your own medicine, before you go... Right, father?"A wave of confusion hits him. His face says it all.

It looks like he doesn't remember his cure for sinners, let me freshen up his memory.

I'm so helpful. Jeez, he should be grateful that I'm curing him of his filthy sins before, he goes to face the almighty God.

I take out my sharp knife and cut his dick off. He screamed in complete and pure sweet agony. Like Mary, when she gave birth to her adorable son.

That is when I took my chance and put his little 'Cure' in his mouth.

"Do you like your early morning breakfast father, before you go ?" I hysterically laughed, while he gagged on his own dick.

I see the life of those light blue vibrant eyes that held life in them a few seconds ago, fade away. I set back down on the little wooden chair as I watch him bleed out.

"Well see you soon father, oh and do me a favor and tell God... I say 'Hi' and that... I'll be there soon "

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Such good memories but there's still more to be made right?

Yes... You, I'm talking to you.

Don't pretend to ignore me as if... I'm not talking to you. I know I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy.

You can clearly read, what I'm saying, don't you.

I close my eyes and smile. It is now time to rest my little innocent eyes, don't you think? It's a big day tomorrow and I must have the energy to bother others with my presence.

So bye, oh, and a bit of advice. Don't forget to keep your pretty little eyes out for people like me.

We are always watching... Even if God isn't.

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