“Boy.” A voice came from above. “You must get up.” It was Madam kindrie.
“I am up.” Denial. “Don't tell me what to do!” Anger. “Can’t I stay here?” Bargaining. “There is no getting up.” Depression.
“Take the pergate and the last two daggers. I must leave you now.”
The two boxes were in my lap. “But why?”
“I am a angle. My job I to fight the forces of death and the sins. You already want to fight Mortis. I can't enter The Pergate, but you can. You can fight him. Its my job to, but its your will to.” I saw her. Madam kindrie was no longer an old lady. She was a beautiful angle. Beams of light folded from her back. Rays of colourful rainbow draped her in robes. It wasn't the white robe and white wings you see in paintings. She looked happy. She was the sun, stars, sky and all of its light. “I share my power with you. Go forth and conquer the land of death and sins.”
I was awakened. My body had accepted me and now is bound to my energy. I stood up and found the two boxes in my hands. I drew the dagger of Wrath from the box. “Come at me.”
Pat wasn't Pat anymore. This was the sin of Wrath in Pat’s human form. There was no killing Pat now. Wrath had swallowed Pats soul and become him. On body, two souls.
“NO!”
“You cant stop me. I will save Dot and kill death himself!” I clutched the dagger and got ready for a fight.
“NO!” The beast charged me.
I dogged to the side and kicked at Wrath’s side. It stumbled sideways, but when it was back on step it turned to me with a growl.
“Brute!” I was like a little bird. Mocking jay, laughing in the face of my enemy. “Take the brain out with the face?”
Wrath charged me, however, I leaped to the side at the last second. The big beast of a former man stumbled at the idea of stopping. “NO!”
“Strong but not fast on your feat.” Continuing to mock and prod. This bull fight continued for the next period time. “You don't learn do you?”
One more dash at me with arms open like a grisly about to swat! I changed my tactic. Instead of dodging I stood my ground.
Then I dropped.
My knees on the soil and the blade clutch out before me. The blunt soft body was running on a steady course for the pointed tip of the blade.
The blade entered the body and I saw every second of it like it was an hour long movie. A smile grew across my face in direct correlation to the blade depth. Calculation error. The blade of wrath stopped inside the body of it chosen host, but the host was not yet dead. A slight turn of my head showed the big meaty palm of Pat’s come flying at me. Too late to dodge.
*FWOP*
Hard as a rock and big as a soft ball. I was cast aside like the scrawny water boy at the football games. I couldn't be tossed out of my position, it would ruin everything, but I was. One last little detail as I flew across the grass once more. Wrath now has the dagger just sitting in his chest. Shit. I bounce across the ground and got back up fast. Wrath was already back on me. I was not even back up to my knees and he was there for another hit.
*FWOP*
I was being hammered.
*FWOP*
What can I do?
Got it. I caught it as the next hit came swing in.
*FWOP*
I was on the grass. Success! I pulled the dagger of Wrath.
“NO!” Another charge.
“NO!” I bound back! I drove the blade deep into Wrath. The mask cracked under the blade. “For Dot!” I ripped the blade out and jabbed it in the burnet shoulder. “For Madam Kindrie!” I ripped more of the melted shoulder out. “And for everyone else who has any problem in thi hell of a world.” I impaled Wrath with the blade! I kept driving. The blade was engulfed by the body. Flames burst around Pat as the mask rotted away. I kept driving. The blade was coming out the other side and the body was stumbling backwards. I pussed into the blazing house. The basement is with in view of the entrance. Perfect place for a dead body right? I brushed past flaming debris and shoved Pat to the stairs and dropped him down the stairs. His mass fell down the wooden staircase and broke through the wooden steps. I watched in the light of flames as the shattering boards beneath him impaled him in every way they could.
The body was still as the real flames engulfed it. Flesh burns and melts at the same time. It doesn't just give up either, it tries to stop burning. Bubble form in the skin and the bubble pop to let out any fluid that can. The human body is a marvelous thing in the artful hands of death.
I walked threw the living room to leave and saw the china cabinet. It had be tipped over and a glass rose had fallen out. I remember this rose from Dot. She gave me one just like it one day. It was the best thing ever. My rose probably is now a pile of molten glass shards in the ashes of my apartment. I took the rose and left the house.
There is now way to truly make anyone feel that way I do right now. Dot is in the hands of death and I amy walking threw her burning house killing her father.
Yet some how, All I feel is joy. I have been craving this blood lust all my life. I could never take the pain like everyone else. My life had to adapt. I made everything happy. I took being labeled disgusting, slob, scrub, pig, crazy, annoying, and all the others as compliments. I would find a reason to smile about everything. Now I have found joy in merder. To see the people I despise be mangle and dominated by the forces that they have put down all their life is such sweet irony. The blood from biting Pat’s shoulder still lingers in my mouth. It is a taste like no other on earth. It is like water flavored like molten candle wax with the season of fall in the blend.
I need to escape the burning pain of the day. I head to the second best place to eat in this town. The Silly Soup Server. As I walk in I see Jamey is working the register again.
“Why hello there little lady.” I sweet talked her.
The store was empty so Jamey was reading some magazine. “Hi.” It took a second to sink in. “Wait who you callin.” She looked up and got ready to sass me. Then she remembered me. “I'm so sorry sir I didn't realise you were,” She stopped and I thought I heard gears trying to turn and smelt smoke. “Not one of my friends! Yay we pretend fight a lot so I was going to pretend fight you.”
“Oh so I'm not good enuff to be a friend?” I replied like it hurt.
“Well I assume you are a customer.”
“Ever hear, when you assume, you make an ass of you and me.” I could tell she didn't get it by the look on her face. “Assume is spelt, ass u me.”
“Oh I get it now!” She laughed.
“Well I am a customer, but you can drop the goodie two shoes act I'm not here to break you little face again.”
“Thank god!” I could tell she was relieved. “You scared me shitless last time.”
“Sorry about that. I just had a bad day that day.”
“No prob. It didn't help that I was such a dumb blond there.” She giggled.
“Well to apologize I'll buy you a bowl of soup.” I started for my wallet. “You don't have to, realy.”
“One ABC for me and anything you want.” I pulled a twenty out of my wallet.
“Fine, I'll take an ABC too so I don't waste anything.” Jamey started for the door to the kition.
“What about your grandpa?” I asked.
“Oh yeah its just me tonight.” She propped the door open and started to make the soup. “Grampa had to go to some meeting or cook off or what ever else he does. So yeah I'm here alone.”
I smiled a sly smile and looked around the empty room. “I don't mind alone time. Besides now I'm here.” I stopped. “To keep you company .” Alone, in a poor little restaurant, at ten at night, with Jamey.
Perfect.
