The Two That Killed My Parents .... And Me (Short Story)

2. The Part Where They Discuss The Lords Orders

The Quakers backed their car down the long gravel driveway and out onto the dark road. They got far enough down the road to be hidden behind some ditch bush with enough space between the branches to see when the Stirtzinger's turn their lights off for bed. The headlights of the car turned off leaving the car in surrounded darkness. They waited patiently just like they were huntin animals.

"A black woman pretending that she's a white woman?" blurted out Mr. Quaker while trying to hold back everything."And not to mention.. Mr. Stirtzinger lying his mouth to everyone in town. Sinners only go to one place, and that is Hell. Now on this level of sinning there's only one thing we can do to serve our Lord and savior during this difficult time."

Mrs. Quaker reaches down into her stocking with the moonlight shining down her right leg and grabs a knife that she hid in her stocking. "I stole this here knife when I went to the Lady's room"

"and ...what are you suggesting we do to them?"

Mrs. Quaker thought long and hard about what she was just asked. She glanced into Mr. Quakers morbid eyes with love to see if he knows what she wants to do. "you know"

"Why don't we go back in there and set an example for the rest of the world to follow, and get rid of these disgusting people. They should be ashamed of what they have done, and Jesus would have wanted this to happen to them," Said Mr. Quaker.

"Jesus does everything for a reason sweetheart, and if this is what your guts tellin you, this is our mission from God," Said Mrs. Quaker.

The Quakers turned on their car and kept the headlights off so they didn't spill light into the dark abyss as they were driving. They drove down that very long gravel driveway, As quietly as possible given the loud engine of the car that wasn't much of an option. The darkness hid their jet black car very well. When they reached the end of the driveway they turned off the car and waited.

"I'm gonna head toward the garage to see if I can find anything just in case things get out of hand," Said Mr. Quaker.

He got out of the car and shut the door leaving it open just a smidge so you couldn't hear the latching of it closing bringing unwanted attention. He then walked to the garage trying not to make much noise crunching the gravel under his shoes. The garage was an old barn outfitted with chains hanging from the walls, old scrap metal that appeared to have been sitting there for centuries, rusted to the bare bones, an old barrel with nails and miss-match tools, a workbench with a hatchet, and a few different sized Screwdrivers. With so many options he started to contemplate how he wanted to sacrifice these people for god. As he walked toward the back of the garage he kicked his foot on a piece of steel which made a horrible noise. Mrs. Quaker could hear it from the car. He decided to grab a hammer that was illuminated by moonlight on a wooden stool. He slowly made his way back to the car trying not to make a single sound. When he got back there, Mrs. Quaker questioned him, "What happened in there?"

"I got it, I didn't have much time but god sent me a message, As I was walking toward the back I kicked a piece of scrap metal with my foot, looked over and seen this hammer. This could be a sign from God. He has told me from the heavens that we must sacrifice them by Hammer. let's wait a few more minutes and then we will make our way,"

"I'm gettin nervous."

"That's all part of God giving us the strength, once we get our first hit, just let the euphoria lead the way sweetheart. The man above us is just giving us a helping hand."

"Your right, and in honor of that I would like to site with a few passages before we continue,"
"Go Ahead"
"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging, Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength. So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Amen."

The Quakers looked deep into each other's eyes with adrenaline and love as they say "You are my strength, You will forgive me."

They left the car with the doors slightly ajar and proceeded to walk around to the back of our house. As they reached the side of the building a large crow started to make a loud danger call and wouldn't shut up.

"For Fuck sake's shut the fuck up" He whispers to the crow in anger.

The Crow wouldn't stop, it kept beaking louder and louder, so he had no other choice than to walk over to the crow and beat it to death with his hammer or else it would wake everyone up.

Mr. Quaker wailed the hammer into the crow so many times he couldn't stop, it was probably dead after the first blow, but he kept hammering it. At this point, he had already gotten blood all the way up to his arm and dots of blood splattered across his deeply wrinkled face as if he already murdered someone.

"That's enough" Whispered Mrs. Quaker.
"It was a test, I got my first kill done and over with, If that piece of shit bird didn't stop, it could have woken up the whole damn family,"

They then proceeded to the back door.

**************** AUTHORS NOTE *******************

This chapter has nothing against religion, I always felt more creeped out during the reading of horror or watching horror films if there were a religious backdrop on the story.
This being my part to that genre.

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