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The Jesuit
by
Mike Daly
Knock, knock.
"I'm coming" said the priest. When he opened the door all he saw was a small
baby boy in a basket. The boy also had a necklace with the name Frank. In his
years with the Jesuits, an abandoned baby is never easy to swallow. The priest
then took the child to the nursery. As he dropped the kid off he sighed.
Growing up with the Jesuits was very hard on Frank. He never truly believed in
God growing up. He never was satisfied with the answers he received. This led to
constant punishment. Getting spanked was a daly routine.
The teachers soon realized that physical punishment did nothing so they turned
to mental punishment. They decided to not let Frank have an once of free time.
So after class he was forced to read the bible and write, I will believe what I
am told. If he refused, he did not get food. They hoped that if he kept writing
it then he would eventually believe. The last abusive act was making him
organize every book in the library. By the time he left the school, Frank was a
robot.
At 7:04 p.m. on November 5th, Frank prepares for revenge. He prepares the same
way every time. First he gets out the gun that is hidden in the kitchen. Then he
carefully takes the gun out of its prison and sets it on the table like a mother
putting her baby to sleep. To make sure the gun performs to perfection, Frank is
a carefully takes apart and cleans every part. He waxes the piece making sure
there is not a single streak. Noticing the numbers on the gun, 17 on the left
and 76 on the right, are not done dryings Frank reorganizes his books. He pulls
out books on Lincoln and Washington and is drawn by their actions. Soon his
thoughts drifted towards Andy
It was four Sundays ago when Frank and Andy's lives intertwined. As Frank
approached the store he heard a droning sound. When he turned, to pick out the
annoying noise, he spotted something that brought back the nightmares of his
past. He saw a man wearing the Jesuit symbol. He knew he was going to kill this
man. "Hey you do you know about our Lord and savor Jesus Christ?"
When he said this to Frank, more and more of the zombies came over to him. He
spoke and they nodded with their agreement. In a matter of minutes he had an
army ready to follow mindlessly at any command ordered.
"Who gives you the right to go spouting off about what religion I should
practice. As a matter of fact, I don't think it's any of your damn business!"
"I am only trying to save you from yourself. The path of God is the only way to
redemption."
"Go blow it out your ass!" Turning away Frank looked back and saw that the spell
was not broken by his defiance. He said, under his breath You'll get yours
mother fucker, just wait and see.
The crack of lightning forces Frank out of his daydream. Going to retrieve his
bible, Frank floats down the hall hypnotized by the red, white, and blue walls.
This is no ordinary bible. The velvet cover and old appearance make the bible
look authentic, but when he lifts the cover, it reveals a carved chamber that
holds a gun magazine. While loading his gun, Frank is on top of world. The only
thing that puts him out of the heavens is when he opens the door and walks
outside.
While walking, a gust of artic wind swoops down and shocks his entire body. The
hair on his arms and legs become needles. He sees the Devil smile over the city
as he turns his head to look at the storm. Pulling his jacket tight against his
body he knows today will be Andy's Waterloo.
Half-way through the journey Frank is a hawk as his eyes zoom in on the park.
Walking through the park he sees beautiful statues of Fredrick Douglas, Benjamin
Franklin, and Martin Luther King Junior. Franks theoretical statue has his arms
around the others and is engage in conversation. He then moves as if shot out of
a gun towards the wanted sign at the end of the park. He spits in disgust as his
eyes gazed upon the sign. Every updated sign showing about "The Christian
Killer" keeps getting further from his true likeness. This latest one is so far
from the truth that there is no chance in hell he is ever going to be caught.
Leaving that piece of shit sign behind the storm begins to grow a devilish smile
and places hellish winds upon the city. Blood is dripping down from the skies as
the epic attack begins. Only a demon sent straight from the fiery pits of hell
dares to walk during the battle. Cracking his knuckles and neck, Frank pulls out
his gun and knocks on Andy's door.
A voice inside yells "Be right there."
Andy opens his door and walks out on the porch and asks, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, yes you can."
After saying this Frank swings the gun and crashes it down on Andy's face with
such a force that it sends him crashing to the ground. The hit leaves a stream
flowing out of Andy's face. Andy's cries for help are not heard because the
Devil is yelling at the top of his lungs to make sure no one hears. Pointing the
gun at Andy he shouts, "Shut the Fuck up and get in the goddamn house if you
want to live!"
Although he hates lying and thinks it is the worse thing imaginable, it must be
done. There is no other way people will calm down. If people would listen when
he says, go into to the fucking house so I can blow your fucking head off
quietly, he would. He begins to laugh as he thinks about it.
"Where the fuck is the goddamn duck tape bitch?"
Incapable of speech Andy just rocks on the floor with acid dripping out of his
mouth.
"No I am not going to ask you again. Failure to answer will lead to a slow and
painful death"
Making a rat like sound Andy says, "In the kitchen."
Frank realizes that killing this person will do way more good then he first
thought. This man is a bitch. He never met such a worthless piece of shit in his
whole life. "Okay bitch, why the fuck don't you get up, and take me to the god
forsaken kitchen?"
Now back into a vegetative state, Andy gazes into the Garden of Eden not saying
or doing a thing. This really pisses Frank off. Because empty threats are no
good for a murderer, Frank raises his gun above his head and jams it into the
left side of Andy's head. While raising the gun to hit the fucker again, Frank
notices that there is blood on the numbers of the gun and it is sweeping up the
gun like a mission group spreading its filth. He shouts at Andy, "You got your
disgusting theist blood on my gun!"
While Frank is yelling Andy is down for the count. Blood, now gushing from both
sides of his head, travels into the carpet. His mouth is open and his tongue is
dangling in the blood stained carpet. His limbs and fingers move like a puppet.
Frank, who hates the fact that his gun is dirty, decides to teach Andy a lesson.
So he takes action. He shatters Andy's ribs with one kick, his teeth drop with
another, and leaves him suffocating as both lungs collapse.
Frank laughs and taunts Andy as he lies on the floor. Pointing the gun at Andy
he declares "You got what was coming. If only you weren't such an ignorant
fucking prick who stops freedom of thought. It is you FUCKERS that are the true
murderers, NOT ME" After saying this Frank puts a bullet in Andy's head.. After
killing Andy he wipes the bloody gun on Andy's shirt being careful to leave no
finger prints. He then cleans the house of prints and walks out the door.
A lightning bolt hits the church as Frank leaves. The winds are dieing and the
rain comes to an end. Looking up, Frank sees the Devil give him a thumb up as he
mouths the words good job. The Devil then throws one more gust of wind and the
skies clear. As he reaches his house the storm has completely left the city.
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