I Will Not Leave or Forsake You

Chapter Six: The End

Alastor swung a fist in the direction of my kneecap, but I was hasty to dodge.  I was using energy that I didn't even know that I had to combat this monster of a man, and I cognized that the energy could only come from God himself.  He twisted around to kick me in the back but I hopped forward to lunge out of the way.  I made a break for the door, but Alastor caught me and yanked my hair back so hard that I fell on my back.  My hand on the way down swiped across Alastor's face, and his face paint smeared easily.  It looked dreadful, and the scar on his face was exposed in a way that created an unsettling and terrifying setting.  Just as he put his foot out to step on me I rolled out of the way, but he slammed his body on top of mine right after I did so.

His weight crushed me.  I tried to move, but I sensed that I was injured once again.  This time my arm was done for good.  I took one glance at my left arm and immediately looked away.  The color had already changed blue and the bone protruded through the skin.  To make matters worse, Alastor grabbed the bone and yanked it.  It wouldn't come out easily, so he did one hard pull to extract it.  I wailed in agony.  Without the bone to hold it in place, my arm was like jelly.  Nothing could make it move, but the pain was so great that I couldn't imagine even trying.

I felt his foot stomp on my chest and I could feel several bones shatter near my lungs.  The bone that he had pulled from my arm he beat me in the face with.  I spit a tooth out, and for spitting he clubbed me once again in the other direction.  I coughed out blood along with my saliva.

Alastor stood over me with pure blood-lust in his eyes.  I stared back at him in awe.

Was this truly the end?  Was this my final purpose?

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I couldn't speak, but I knew I had to try.  Even looking up at the man who wanted to kill me, I still couldn't shake the feeling.  I still couldn't shake the emotions that were deep in my heart.  Even as I laid dying on the ground I couldn't rid myself of the emotions I had struggled to bury.

Once again, I began to cry.  The pain in my heart was deeper than anything that my physical being was experiencing.  I tried so hard to help and did so much to pour my faith into what I was doing.  I wanted him to experience joy.  I wanted him to leave his past behind.  I wanted him to live a normal life and have a normal family.  I wanted him to feel and feel so deeply it resonated in his soul.  I wanted God to hold him, keep him, and bless him.  Even after my death, I wished forgiveness upon him from my lord.  I wished him a good and long life.  

I still loved the damn kid.

I wanted to tell him.  I wanted to hug him once more and let him know that I forgave him long ago.  I wanted him to know that there was nothing that our lord couldn't forgive.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the door burst open.  The door was usually locked from the inside, but I had caught Alastor just as he had opened the door.  For the first time since I had been here, sunlight did not come through the frame.  It was formally night time.  At the entrance were a couple of the village men, and in their hands were guns, torches, and axes.

Alastor and I stared up at them, and they back at us.

"Asim!  Are you down there?"