Sinners

The Butler, The Start

He staggered in through the church doors, glancing around he saw the confessional open. Heading towards the open curtains the man failed to realize the blood that he had caused followed in his every step, making it stick to the bottom of his bare footprints as the trail lead him to a confessional. His clothing of brown tattered robes started to stiff from all of the blood. As he sat in the small dim stall, he waited for what seemed to be hours. With every second that passed his head accelerated more and more until he heard someone walk in on the other side to take his seat.

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I'm single, it's been a full moon since my last confession." His voice trembled as he finished his sentence.

The black locks covered his now bloodied face, not looking up to the mysterious figure that had walked in. The priest could of been anyone that worked there, he only comes to the church when he is permitted to leave the premises. The few times he did, the place itself was peculiar. Clenching all his might to his rosary, it brought back saddened memories of someone he once knew. A horrific incident that happened moments ago. How his life had been changed because of working for those who took him away. This memories caused devastation the point of cutting himself of clamping the rosary too hard, praying for forgiveness for what he had done.

"What sin have thy committed my child?"

"I have sinned under the eye of wrath, watching the agony of those at my hands. I pray for forgiveness for me to be in the house of God. I let the wicked serpent of envy get the good of me as their screams echoed against. The righteousness mercy of revenge possessed me since they did not give sympathy to those who they tortured before. Letting it consume every ounce of my being."

"Sin no more, my son. If you let it consume you, then you will become no better than the fallen."

Tears started to stream down his face, making the dried blood wet again. Slowly dropping onto the wooden floor of the confessional. "Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, I need help from your grace to cleanse me of such sins."

"Do you still feel the unholiness within you?"

"I-I do." He choked on his words that he knew he must say. If he were to lie it would make things even worst. He was in no position to judge on the practices of the establishment.

"Have you acknowledged the fact you committed the sin."

"At first no, as I was blinded by an unfathomable rage. Later on I stopped myself to learn that I have concluded with my actions. I was distraught at the sight that laid before me."

"Have you finished committing these sins."

"I have to their full extent, coming here as the result to start anew."

The priest was quiet as he remembered seeing the trail of blood that led into the encasement of where the two remain now. He knew things would not have finalized well when the truth was sought. Trying to think of the correct words of the Lord before finally breaking the agonizing silence.

"Is thy blood fresh?"

"To the sound if it hitting holy ground... Yes."

"Is thy blood pure?"

"No, for it is not mine you seek. It is not mine that has led a trail to this holy sanctuary."

"I see. You will be placed into the confinement of God." The priest paused as he struggles to think of what to say. "I pray he finds pity upon you within his solitude."