Burn Your Local Church

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And throw them into the fiery furnace, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth

~ Matthew 13:50

Chapter 3:

I was still walking along the road when I started seeing the roofs of the tall buildings in the Christians city. It looked so different from mine. Colorful rooftops. Different styles of houses. Modern. Pretty.

Everything my village isn't.

But that's okay.

I continued on the road until I noticed a few cars driving by every few minutes. If there were cars that means I'm close to F11, the highway that runs beside the Christian city.

I j-walked to the other side of the street and took a deep breath as I approached the dull cement wall. It was 60 feet tall and surrounded the entire city. The top of the wall is covered in barb wire, so it made it literally impossible to get by. I laughed to myself as I walked followed the wall to where there was a few trees growing on the outside. I looked down at the ground and saw a hidden door. It was built onto the ground. I bent down and banged three times. I waited for a second before the trap door creaked open.

"It's me," I said. The door opened up all the way, allowing me to climb into the hidden chamber that our people built about four years after the Christians built the wall...We needed to get in, and the wall made that impossible, so we built an underground tunnel.

"Jamie?" The man's voice escaped the dark chamber.

"Yeah."

"Come in."

I followed the tunnel all the way to the other side where another man was sitting there with a key to the top of the final door.

"Hey Paul!" I shouted out to him.

"Heya kid!" He shouted back with a big, goofy smile. Paul is the most Christian like Devil Worshipper you will ever encounter. Straight up.

When I was close enough, Paul flipped the door open, and allowed me to pass by then he closed it behind me. The semi warm air breezed across my body. I looked ahead at a thick forest. I walk through it everyday, and I'm certain I could walk through it blindfolded and I would dodge every tree.

I checked around slowly, making sure nobody had seen where I came from, and when I noticed no one was around, I followed the trees. I walked through the forest and waited until a crowd of people passed by and I joined their group. I walked with them downtown then I broke off the group and went off by myself.

I roamed around for a little bit, then followed the familiar path to the trains at the end of town. I looked around, then moved to the hidden side of the trains. I tossed my backpack on the ground and pulled out my usual can of paint...then my fingers grazed the new can. I decided to use it instead. I pulled it out and used my teeth to rip off the plastic around the lid.

I shook it around and pointed it at the ground and sprayed it to make sure it worked. It was so smooth and new.

I pointed the can at the dull train side and released paint. I drew the outline of a cross. I pulled out some other cans of paint and drew a rabid squirrel eating the cross.

It took about four hours, but I was extremely pleased with it by the end. I had packed up my bag and threw it onto my shoulders when I saw a human figure walking by. The paint smell was still lingering in the air, and there's no other people near it, except me.

If they caught me, they'd keep me in their Christian jail. And charge me.

I quickly jumped off the trail rails and ducked behind a train. What I didn't realize until I was crouching behind the train, was that I dropped my compass. It must've fallen out of my backpack when I jumped behind the train. I only quickly glanced at the person I had encountered, before I tried to snatch my compass.

My fingers wrapped around the compass before someone firmly grabbed my wrist. They twisted and squeezed tightly, bending my wrist.

"Agggh!" I cried out.

"Shut up!" The person yelled back. The voice sounded so familiar, but I couldn't figure out who's voice it was. I know it was a males voice...It sounded like a teenagers voice.

"Stoooop!" My breathing got heavy and I clenched my teeth together. "Agh!" I thought fast and quickly hurled myself around the corner of the train and kicked the person in his shin. Along the way I heard a crack from my wrist. Great.

The guy quickly let go out my wrist and bent down in pain. I used that time to grab my compass and bolt. Unfortunately, I didn't hurt him enough because he soon started chasing me. I picked up speed, and I stopped when I realized that I was about to run into traffic. The guy caught up to me and grabbed hold of my left arm.

"Let go of me!" I screamed.

"No." He said, a smirk appearing on his face. Oh my God, it's him, it's the guy I see everyday walking from my village to his. "Jamie?"

"Yeah, it's me." I said and he let go of my shoulder. "Aren't you back a little early?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess." He turned around and motioned for me to follow him back to where the trains were. "You my friend," he took my forearm and pulled me beside him so I was facing the mural I recently tagged, "Need to slap me next time I say I'm better than you at graffiti."

A smile crept on to my face and maybe I blushed a little bit. "You think I'm that good?"

"Well you're better than me, huh?"

"I don't know," I paused, "I've never seen any of your work."

He laughed and pulled a can of spray paint out of his backpack. It was a simple black, and he painted a stick man onto the bottom of the train. When he put the can of paint back, and looked at his tag again, it had already started leaking down the side of the train.

I laughed. "Damn." I said sarcastically.

"This is what I mean." He smiled. "You're an artist."

"Okay..." There was an awkward pause. "Thank you." I said bluntly.

He just laughed and started walking away.

Then he came back. I gave him a questioning look. "Your wrist."

"Oh yeah," I examined my wrist briefly, "I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Jamie it cracked, you should get it checked out."

"Um yeah, I will."

"Will you be able to walk home okay?"

I chuckled. "I'm an independent person." I acted like my wrist didn't hurt. "Besides, its my wrist, not my legs."

"I know, but what if you broke it and you get side effects while you're walking home?"

"Nah I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yup." I said and walked past him.

"What if you get mauled by a bear?"

I rolled my eyes. "Would you like to go on a walk with me?"

"Um" he smirked, "Yeah, I guess."

I forced a quick laugh and he caught up to me and we started walking towards town square together.

A:N/ I will try to update a lot more often, and more in chunks than all at once. (:

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