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Short Stories Horror Who Am I?
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Who Am I?This story may contain adult content. |
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| Written by Christian wright | |
| Monday, 24 March 2008 | |
| Last Updated ( Monday, 24 March 2008 ) |
I aggressively force the car into gear, it responds with speed. My body is pushed into the steering wheel as the car skids to a halt at the red light. The old lady that I narrowly miss curses me under her breath. The beast within me comes to the surface snarling at the old cow, did she know what I could do to her with a snap of my finger? I imagine her begging for her miserable life before I killed her.
Stop it; this is not you, think of Lilly, the Angel in me said.
A tear falls from my eye as I think of her, my Lilly is dead; the only person I have ever loved is dead. I told her to stay, I would meet her but I supposed she was excited about my marriage proposal. Is that why the bus hit her? Too busy thinking about her wedding dress, and our kids we planned to have. She was dead now, her face unrecognisable, naked in a morgue, just another stiff to the staff but to me she's everything.
It's not too late, I can save her, and he would do it if I begged him.
The beast swims to the surface again, he's probably watching, pissing himself laughing at me. He never made this mistake, while you all die in wars, disease and starvation he watches and you the fools worship him. "Where were you?" I hear you ask, I was with you trying to make you see reason, telling you to be kind to each other but YOU don't listen, YOU know better than me. He is sitting on his throne watching but if he wanted to he can stop the wars, starvation and brutality that you commit against each other.
Control the beast; don't let it control you the Angel in me begs.
My car shudders as I hit the kerb with fury. I run up the stairs bursting through the wooden doors into God's palace, he was here I could feel it. The dusty smell that churches harvest annoys my nose. I sit in the seat as the hypocrites around me listen to the priest. I sit here sniggering, feeding off there sins and how holy they look but I know the truth. I watch the smartly dressed family in front of me, if only the wife knew what her blessed husband was doing to her daughter while she had drunk her self unconscious. Would she believe in her God then?
Calm down, you are not what they say you are, you never was the Angel in me says.
They all leave politely smiling to each other, they cast me with a wary look, do they know who I am, what I can do. A man approaches me and with a strict tone he tells me "I must leave, mass is over", but he scurries away like a rat when I ask him "Does your wife know about the blonde sort you've been fucking." The church is empty now and I feel as if every painting and statue is scolding me. I walk towards the alter calling out to him. I stare at the lifelike statue of Jesus, his bloodied hands and feet nailed to the cross. I take one step back as the Jesus statue moves, his bloodied head staring at me.
"What do you want, "He breathes.
"You know that she's dead, bring her back to me"
"Do you remember what I told you when I made the earth, watch them don't get involved? But you always had a romantic view of them."
That's him alright, your God, the loving God, righteous bastard.
"Please I beg you, just this one thing."
"I have never interfered before in the world, what's makes you special?"
"I was once your friend." I whisper.
"Once, but you disobeyed me, I told you not to be temptated by the world that I made, it was for them, not for my angels."
I feel it inside my stomach spreading around my body, the beast, and with a quick wave of my hand the Statue that preached falls to the floor breaking. It glances at me with disgust but looks past me as man shouts. The priest runs at me telling me I am a animal for breaking a holy figure and that he will ring the police if I do not leave, I imagine his heart in my hand and in seconds the man falls clutching his chest. The broken statue begs me to stop as I shout wildly.
"Give Lilly back to me and I will stop."
Your God says nothing; I watch the priest as he sweats, his teeth grinding as the pain shakes him. I ask him does he not recognise me, his bible talks about me, how I am the cause of wars and hate. Every book has to have a foe and so the bible chose me, all because I wanted to feel love and enjoy the experience you take for granted. I shout to your God that he can stop this now, just give me my Lilly back.
I mock the dying priest, you're precious God has deserted you, I say but he ignores me instead clutching his rosary beads. One twist of my hand and the priest is dead; I feel free, for all these years they spoke what I did, that your bad deeds were caused by me. You need me, you need someone to blame so here I am. I will give you a reason to hate me. I scream to your God as my hands shoot up in the air as if conducting an orchestra, the church erupts into flames. Statues weep as I walk past; I shout back "You were always an ignorant God."
I leave the church to the horrified crowd outside that watches the burning building; I push pass them ignoring their questions. I turn my head to watch the roof collapse, I hold onto the delight as I walk to my car. No longer will I walk with you as an equal because we are not, I will not feel pity for you, and I will not feel remorse.I have walked the earth for 10,000 years admiring you, trying to understand you and for the next 10,000 years I'm going to enjoy destroying you. I will rain destruction on you until your God must face me and who knows I might even have his job. For now I'm going to have some fun.
So I have a question to you my sad little mortals.
WHO AM I?
Comments (13) |
 03-24-2008 02:12, Great story Christian, shows the power of anger at a loss very well. » Reply to this comment...  03-24-2008 06:18, amazing story. i love how it shows the two different sides fighting against eachother. » Reply to this comment... 03-24-2008 07:38, I can honestly say that I really really really did NOT like this story...it was kinda insulting to me...this is just my opinion so please do not get nasty » Reply to this comment... » See all 1 replie(s)  03-24-2008 21:25, Hi! Theme's good, and so is the flow. Characterization was cool; its a whole new perspective on 'god vs devil' plot. A few grammatical errors need to be corrected and it would be a much easier read if you could improve the flow of narration. But on the whole, this is a very good piece of work. Keep 'em coming! :) » Reply to this comment...  03-25-2008 01:12, me of the 'stones' story. i think that with some story lines, if i get it on the first trip - it wasn't deep enough (with the exception of non-rhyming poetry which is always too deep for me). that might not have made sense... this story took me a couple reads before i could "become" the character. i can see how ferfie got the icks, it is a very strong story - which means it worked! write on! » Reply to this comment...  03-25-2008 19:32, john belushi?? it is isnt it.. lol no no i kid i kid i know its the devil.. right? haha i can just picture satan living on earth as a family man... mowing the lawn and tending the garden and taking the kids to disney land.. hmm that gives me an idea... haha and then he gets mad at a little old lady in a traffic jam...thats golden.. and then his family gets by a bus mwahaha.. good choice of death good sir » Reply to this comment... 03-26-2008 06:26, great vision of satan as a regular guy...first time I've read that point of view...like someone said there are some typos but overall a good tale » Reply to this comment...  03-26-2008 14:44, Satan's not so bad after all... he's just a misunderstood cuddly wuddly. awwwwww. ach...my neck... erp » Reply to this comment... 03-26-2008 14:50, that picture is really subtle....good. » Reply to this comment...  03-28-2008 16:23, Cool plot, sometimes I was intrigued as the nature of this man (might be blinded by the loss of Lilly), but when he started to unleash hell in the Church... Woah that totally destabilized me. Anyways, I liked it, some typos here and there that distracted my french mind, but aside from that, it was a cool read. Two thumbs up! » Reply to this comment... 03-30-2008 14:30, the picture of god about to take a shit on us is cool » Reply to this comment...  03-30-2008 14:39, Neat story, I enjoyed the conflict, well written. » Reply to this comment...  03-30-2008 15:20, I loved this story, one of my favorites. » Reply to this comment... |
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