Gavel, Cyanide, and I are going through the front entrance while the rest of the brothers fan out around the church, taking up any space that could be an exit.We’re all loaded down with various weapons.Guns will be what we make our entrance with, since it’ll be easier to pick off any motherfuckers who tries to escape without facing their justice.
I glance over at the stoic man at my side.Ever since I told my story last night, my grandfather has become colder.Right now, he reminds me a lot of what he was like after he lost Mad Dog.He’s empty inside.
“Are you ready?”I ask him.
There’s a monster peeking back at me.“It’s time.”
With a wicked smile, Cyanide and I each shove a booted foot into the wooden doors.The wood splinters as it caves in, and we step through.
“Honey, I’m home,” I sing out, drawing the eyes of every shit human in this space.
Of course, you can’t cleanse an altar if you’re not cleansed yourself, which means we’re unfortunately greeted by lots of undressed people.All around us are saggy tits and shriveled balls.Tiny dicks and hairy pussy.Skinny, obese, wrinkled, smooth, Botoxed, au-natural ...we see it all in the group of people staring at us in fear.
My eyes zero in on the familiar man and woman standing at the top of the altar.
I stroll down the aisle between the pews, tossing my head back in maniacal laughter.“Still up to your sick shit, I see.”
“Wh-who are y-you?”Diana Brannigan says, her fingers clutching the fucking cross at her neck as if it’s going to save her from the demons coming her way.
“Awe.I’m hurt.You don’t even recognize your own son,mother?”
“Apollonos,” she gasps, stumbling back in fear.
“Ding, ding, ding.Tell her what she’s won, folks,” I crow, using my gun as a mic and holding it out to Gavel.
“A death sentence,” he intones.
“What a great prize,” I exclaim, bouncing on the balls of my feet in excitement.
My father watches us with deadened eyes as we draw closer.People finally realize what we’re doing here, and chaos ensues.It warms my cold, black heart when they scream as they try to make their escape.
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star.You won’t get very far,” I sing as I line up my shot.“Up above the world so high, your precious god will watch you die.”My index finger curls around the trigger, and I squeeze.
I shake my ass with a little whoop as it nails a man running away in the temple.
Time wasn’t kind to the old fucker.I did him a favor, really.
“They have them locked up in a fucking room in the basement,” Savior snarls as he marches through the back door.“An entire room of them, Pope.”
Savior has always been careful about taking someone’s life.Each one is a heaviness in his soul that he repents for nightly.I don’t pretend to understand it, but he’s my brother and I respect him.
But whatever he witnessed in that room has fucked with his head because he lifts his gun and shoots.
One after the other, he puts a bullet in any man and woman, with and without clothes on.
Some were only here to watch the fucked-up shit, so they didn’t bother to get undressed.
Savior kills them all without emotion.
Except for two.
My mother is slobbering all over herself as she pleads for her life while my father stands stoically behind the altar without speaking a word.
I’ve seen a lot of monsters in my life, but there’s never been one more evil than him.
“Tie her up, shove something over her mouth, and make her watch what happens when the devil comes knocking,” I order.“Butcher, get me the kit.Malice, Cyanide, and Manic, place this ugly motherfucker on that slab.Put him on his knees with his hands and feet tied together.I have fun plans for him.”
“Why are you doing this?”Diana asks through a sob.
