A couple of days ago I came across this challenge – here – on the obsessive writer and I thought, “well that’s cool, I’ll give it a go.”
The theme is Sin. Here’s my entry.
Thomas stared into the mirror for several long moments. His bloodshot eyes darted around his darkening reflection as the voices echoed through his head.
“It was him!”
“The fucker in the Godly robes!”
“The Father almighty!”
Beads of sweat carved stark paths through the splattered blood on his cheeks.
“They have sinned!” The voices cried, “They both must pay!”
“Yes.” Thomas nodded to his reflection. “Both of them have to pay.”
He clutched the hunting knife to his side as he staggered through the marbled hallways towards the back of the church.
“Father!” Thomas cried as he approached the confessional.
The older man with glasses perched on the edge of his nose swung back the curtain and hurried forward before realizing it was Thomas slowly approaching him.
“Thomas?! What’s going on?” The older man’s eyes landed on the thick red specks already resting on Thomas’s youthful cheeks and the hunting knife caked with a thin layer of drying blood. “What have you done?” The older man whispered.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned …” The older man backed towards the confessional slowly while raising a hand towards the advancing young man.
“Thomas, I don’t know what’s going on but it doesn’t have to be like this. Just stop, we can talk. I’m sorry for whatever has happened but this isn’t necessary.”
For a moment, Thomas seemed to falter but as the older man fumbled beneath his robes for his cell phone Thomas moved forward with renewed purpose.
“You’re not sorry. They all say you aren’t. They all know, we all know.” The Father’s heels rammed into the step of the confessional but before he could fall Thomas grabbed his collar. “We all know.” He hissed.
Thomas plunged the knife into the man’s stomach, cutting him from his gut to his bowels.
“And now they’ll all know too.” He let the Father fall into a crumpled shell of a man.
The pool of sticky red blood oozed slowly under the confessional curtain around the Father’s feet, accented by the praying nuns who now approached down the hallway and the slow calm breathing of Thomas as he took his seat in the booth.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”
Through the small opening Thomas could hear the Father’s labored breathing.
“M … Mon … Monster.” The choked voiced replied.
Thomas smirked into the dimly lit booth, the old man had guts.
“Aren’t we all Father? Aren’t we all?”