All The Ways We Touch [BxB]

seventy-eight - hell is a place on earth pt. three

"Before I came here, I'd always been too afraid to pursue my curiosity in Christ. Too afraid of judgment from my peers and loved ones," he started. "But upon being kidnapped and brought to Shepherd's Flock, I found that I'd discovered the right person to help guide me on a journey of learning about God's supposed love. I just had to meet his demands first."

Timothy didn't expect this strange kind of talk out of Elliot and left the pulpit, unsure what he was saying.

Jamison leaned forward and understood what Elliot was doing: drawing Timothy closer to him. He was right; he was going to attack Timothy. Hopefully, he was right about being able to take down his sister.

"First, and most importantly, Pastor Timothy, it was strange to me that you never needed me to give up my wealth, despite how Jesus condemned the wealthy," he said, steeling his nerve. He shot a look at Jamison and was relieved to see he looked more alert. "But to give up the love in my life was a necessity. My biggest sin was not greed in the form of hundreds of millions of dollars in my bank account, but the love and bond that I share with the love of my life, Jamison Parker. You tried to convince me that the most beautiful and pure part of me was actually the ugliest and most rotten, but you're wrong, and I won't allow it."

"Elliot, what are you doing?" Timothy asked, coming up beside him.

"I'm telling the truth," he said, screwing his arm back and colliding his fist with Timothy's jaw, sending him stumbling back onto his ass. That was the advantage he needed.

"TIMOTHY!" Sarah screeched, springing up from her seat and running towards the pulpit. "I KNEW IT!"

"She's going for the tasers!" Elliot yelled, flying after Timothy and stomping down on his chest.

More adrenaline flooded through his veins, giving Jamison energy and clarity as he jumped up, grabbed a chair, and, after a leap, threw it at Sarah. It struck her, knocking her down, but he continued running for her.

"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, JAMIE!" Her voice was shrill and quivered with rage as she got up and tried to lunge for the pulpit just as Jamison closed in on her.

Grabbing her by her ponytail, he yanked it, and her on to the ground. "It doesn't have to be like this!"

Instead of listening to his plea, Sarah clawed at Jamison's arms, slicing them with her long nails. When he went to let up, she grabbed his right arm and bit down on his hand so hard that she drew blood. Yanking it away from her, he stumbled back at the horror of his sister with his blood staining her teeth. "Yes, it does." She looked feral and unrecognizable, deranged and savage. Maybe this was her true form all along.

Taking advantage of the gap, she got to the pulpit and grabbed both tasers, bearing her bloody maw at Jamison before glancing at Timothy struggling beneath Elliot. Her wild eyes darted back to Jamison as she started in his direction, choosing to ignore helping Timothy to try to take her brother down. "How 'bout the Elliot treatment?"

Elliot's screams echoed through his fragile mind, threatening to derail him completely. Shaking his head, he shook the screams from his mind and refocused. "You're going to pay for what you did to him," he growled, picking up the chair he'd thrown and using it to keep her at a distance. For the moment, he was safe, but he knew he'd eventually have to go back on offense.

"COWARD!" she bellowed, trying to push the chair away.

Soon, he realized that he could use the space between the chair's legs to corral her. He tried directing her back into the wall, but she was quick and squirmed away. No longer held back by the chair, she grinned and jumped towards him, but he once again threw the chair at her, making her jerk back. Anticipating her movement, he rushed her and used his fist to knock one of the tasers from her hands.