This newfound tranquillity in his world was a value he never predicted he’d enjoy, but it was a quality he very much appreciated now, in the aftermath. The penetrating silence of the white prison-like room seeped into his brain- yet strangely, he was content with it.
The effort of yesterday was now worth its weight today.
His body squirmed around on the floor, seeking comfort. He laid his limbs out wide. The isolation around him iced the air slightly, so it couldn’t be helped that he was feeling a chill that rattled against his vulnerably naked figure.
May we see the good in all darkness, and the evil in all light.
Breathing in and out slowly, he relaxed his features so that his face was free of those pestering frown lines that were so constantly seen plastered across his forehead. No contempt or worry could be sought there. This man was delivered finally from the hardships he had endured.
Here they come, the staggering saviours the world falsely trusts.
Muffled shouting consumed the previous silence. The shouts grew louder, urging and insistent. They were a confused yet structured jumble of cries and demands; just like a herd of dazed sheep. Other sounds soon accompanied them- the jingle of metal, the thump of boots, a click-click of loose badges, and the all-recognisable, heart-sinking thud that one makes whilst jogging with a hefty rifle.
The heart is never stolen, for the soul is more prized.
Not that the man wasn’t prepared for this event- no, he welcomed the joyous moment in which he could confront the people’s protectors, and more thrillingly, witness the sheer revulsion etched upon their faces. They would not be expecting a situation comparable to this.
A feverous excitement fluttered into his chest, making him quiver, but not from the cold. He smiled a grin full of conniving glee. He felt just like a professor who had finally created the coveted invention all pursued- in the lateral sense, that is.
Here it was- the minute he madly beseeched for. The adrenalin was too much- his shivers morphed into shaking, his breathing came out in little squawks, so uncharacteristically that it seemed humorous to his logical side. As the approaching men slithered closer, the indulgence in the anticipation the man felt continued to rise. When they were at the door, hacking at the bolts like wild savages and screaming for him to surrender, the man was all-out howling in pleasure.
“I freed the world of mental plague! I am the most honourable hero of them all!” he screeched in falsetto, competing with the crack of the snapped door.
Tens of burly, armoured men filed in, pistols raised, shielding their face and ready to defend the rest of their bodies if need be.
Suspension hung in the air as the men’s surroundings slowly began to dawn on their eyes. Some couldn’t tear their pupils away, sickly drawn to the displayed disgust, other closed them.
The room was meticulously constructed of religious statues- every single one mutilated. The famous statue of Jesus Christ upon the cross had it’s head hacked off and thrown at its foot, caked in blood. Similar acts of barbarity were cursed upon others- the copper Buddha’s stomach was removed and (real?) intestines lay in the gaping hole, the Goddess of the Moon’s face was substituted with a clown face, a knife grasped in its stone hands. The most nauseating thing of all was the felonious, naked man, now convulsing in exhilaration. Squirming in a pool of murky water, his chest was bloodily carved so that a few concise words were exposed upon his skin-
FAITH is DEAD
The blows from a thousand bullets pierced his flesh to lodge themselves in the floor beneath. He was gone after the first one struck his head. His eyes lolled upwards, and his body jolted up and down, until the very last round had been fired.
Peace be with you.
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