Post by alexahayes on Sept 26, 2020 19:39:24 GMT -5
The blood dripped from the corpse of Susan. The deed was now done as Zeke gave a smile of satisfaction. He looked down at the butcher’s knife that shown so brightly underneath the one, single light that swung back and forth then to and fro. His delight in murderous activities gave a sense of joy that even God could not give him, though he still followed the path of the preacher. Even he knew that you could not disobey God and he fully believed that deep within his own heart, he was doing his work by cleansing each soul he had come in contact with by “sending” them home.
As he wiped the blood off with a nearby cloth, he began to caress Susan’s dead body. As he caressed her body, he remembered what it was like to have love and passion in his life once, but that was a long time ago, and this was now. Zeke shook his head as if to rid himself of those happy memories. The past, it seemed, was dead to him. The only memory that kept him going was his father and how much he loathed him.
Zeke had always thought that if it weren’t for his father, then he wouldn’t be where he is now. He knew he had to keep going because if he didn’t he would be caught, or worse, killed. But he knew his followers weren’t going to allow that to happen so it was all pointless to think of it like that, and get on with the duty at hand.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. He knew of someone that could, well, “see” to her body and “dispose” of it very expediently so. This person he was about to call has been a member of the church since he can remember. They grew up together and when Zeke spoke of his plan to rid the world of his sins, he couldn’t refuse. The man’s name was Jacob Henson.
Now, Jake Henson was a man of few words, and only said something when he meant it. He had grown up in a household where action spoke louder than words and that meant something. To him, that meant that if you were going to do something, you did it. You didn’t wait around or procrastinate, and Zeke also knew it. And as he touched his finger to the phone, and let it ring, memories of their childhood came flooding back like wind blowing across the river.
He remembered one time that those two got in so much trouble with the Sunday School Principal that she had to call his father out of a service. Jackson sighed and dismissed church that day and got Jacob’s parents too and they marched downstairs with pursed lips and a very irate look.
As they made their way down there, They heard a scream. Running to the door, Jackson Windham, opened it with a great heave to only see Zeke and Jacob on top of their principal who was drenched in sweat. They were about to beat the ever living piss out of her for causing them so much trouble in the school, and what they did, well, only got them caught by fortuitous chance.
Jackson and and the Hensons pulled their boys off Mrs. Shriver who, at that time, was stricken from shock had bade them to never let their sons in the church again, but little do they know, years later, they returned, only this time in a position of power. And Zeke at the head of it all.
The phone finally stopped ringing, and Jake’s voice sounded on the other line.
“Yeah?” He asked in inquiry.
Jake’s voice was a little slurred. Zeke thought he must have been out drinking but immediately erased that from his head. It was, after all two AM in the morning when all this transpired.
“I need you to come down to the swamp. I got a job for you.”
“Got another one, eh?”
“Yeah, this time, a cheating wife. Oh, I promised her husband once the deed was done, I would inform him for a price.”
“What’s that?”
“That he never says anything to their two kids. That he tells them their mother went away and never wanted to see them again, because she was having an affair, not that they would understand that last part.”
Zeke bent the rules a little, much like many did these days. He knew what really happened, but he didn’t really care. To him, a sin had been dealt with and it was no more. The only thing left was to dispose of the body/
“Zeke my friend,” Jake said, “I knew you were evil, but that’s what I like about you.”
He scoffed at that. The preacher never considered himself evil, nor even did he once admit that there was a psychological issue either. That was just him, and if no one like it, tough. He would continue to walk the path that he was on, and never look back,
“Don’t mistake pity for evil. I did a job, that’s all there was to it. Now, when can you get here. This thing in front of me, well, you know what to do.”
Jake sighed. He never much liked to do this part of the job. Clean up was never his style, but the poor bastard of a butcher knew better than to question that man. No one ever crossed him.
“I can be there right away. Mind if I get a picture first?”
Zeke hung his head.
“Fine, but this is the last one I give you.”
Zeke took the picture, but he never understood the fascination of dead bodies his old friend had. It disgusted him, but he was loyal so he never questioned it, and left it alone. And as long as he did what he was told, Jake was safe from harm.
“Oh, she looks mighty fine, Zeke. I’ll be there in the next hour.”
_____________________
Three men are about to enter the squared circle, and one will leave the victor. This arena as I have always looked at it is modern day Rome. The BB&T Center holds twenty thousand five hundred people. That number would certainly scare even the bravest man in the world, but when you run with the man I do, you are never afraid.
Why is that you may ask?
The reason is faith; something that Elliott Siscoe and Jason Ryan do not have. You see, one man one lost his match to some Renaissance person, what was it? Oh yah, it was Taylor. The faith that is lacking in this man surprises me. He talked such a good game and when it came right down to it, he lost.
Elliott, oh, Ell, I hope you’re listening. You going to come here and redeem yourself at World War Wrestling in the BB&T arena? I don’t think you’ll have that opportunity. You see, redemption stories happen quite frequently in the Bible, but they do not apply to you. What does it say about redemption in the Bible? Let’s see, Galatians chapter two verse twenty says this: “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”
That is why, I think you will not come out the winner. Elliott, your salvation is around the corner and all you have to do is give yourself to me and to God. He is your only gateway to Heaven, and I am your only gateway to victory!
Jason Ryan, not too much can be said about you as I can find no tapes or info on you at all here in APW. What have you got to hide? To hide is to sin, and a lie like that can only lead to more lies. I do not tolerate liars as they descend themselves to hell. I pity you Jason Ryan, and pty is the highest form of love anyone can give. So let me love you Jason Ryan, for you have sinned and bring more sin upon God and His land.
As he wiped the blood off with a nearby cloth, he began to caress Susan’s dead body. As he caressed her body, he remembered what it was like to have love and passion in his life once, but that was a long time ago, and this was now. Zeke shook his head as if to rid himself of those happy memories. The past, it seemed, was dead to him. The only memory that kept him going was his father and how much he loathed him.
Zeke had always thought that if it weren’t for his father, then he wouldn’t be where he is now. He knew he had to keep going because if he didn’t he would be caught, or worse, killed. But he knew his followers weren’t going to allow that to happen so it was all pointless to think of it like that, and get on with the duty at hand.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. He knew of someone that could, well, “see” to her body and “dispose” of it very expediently so. This person he was about to call has been a member of the church since he can remember. They grew up together and when Zeke spoke of his plan to rid the world of his sins, he couldn’t refuse. The man’s name was Jacob Henson.
Now, Jake Henson was a man of few words, and only said something when he meant it. He had grown up in a household where action spoke louder than words and that meant something. To him, that meant that if you were going to do something, you did it. You didn’t wait around or procrastinate, and Zeke also knew it. And as he touched his finger to the phone, and let it ring, memories of their childhood came flooding back like wind blowing across the river.
He remembered one time that those two got in so much trouble with the Sunday School Principal that she had to call his father out of a service. Jackson sighed and dismissed church that day and got Jacob’s parents too and they marched downstairs with pursed lips and a very irate look.
As they made their way down there, They heard a scream. Running to the door, Jackson Windham, opened it with a great heave to only see Zeke and Jacob on top of their principal who was drenched in sweat. They were about to beat the ever living piss out of her for causing them so much trouble in the school, and what they did, well, only got them caught by fortuitous chance.
Jackson and and the Hensons pulled their boys off Mrs. Shriver who, at that time, was stricken from shock had bade them to never let their sons in the church again, but little do they know, years later, they returned, only this time in a position of power. And Zeke at the head of it all.
The phone finally stopped ringing, and Jake’s voice sounded on the other line.
“Yeah?” He asked in inquiry.
Jake’s voice was a little slurred. Zeke thought he must have been out drinking but immediately erased that from his head. It was, after all two AM in the morning when all this transpired.
“I need you to come down to the swamp. I got a job for you.”
“Got another one, eh?”
“Yeah, this time, a cheating wife. Oh, I promised her husband once the deed was done, I would inform him for a price.”
“What’s that?”
“That he never says anything to their two kids. That he tells them their mother went away and never wanted to see them again, because she was having an affair, not that they would understand that last part.”
Zeke bent the rules a little, much like many did these days. He knew what really happened, but he didn’t really care. To him, a sin had been dealt with and it was no more. The only thing left was to dispose of the body/
“Zeke my friend,” Jake said, “I knew you were evil, but that’s what I like about you.”
He scoffed at that. The preacher never considered himself evil, nor even did he once admit that there was a psychological issue either. That was just him, and if no one like it, tough. He would continue to walk the path that he was on, and never look back,
“Don’t mistake pity for evil. I did a job, that’s all there was to it. Now, when can you get here. This thing in front of me, well, you know what to do.”
Jake sighed. He never much liked to do this part of the job. Clean up was never his style, but the poor bastard of a butcher knew better than to question that man. No one ever crossed him.
“I can be there right away. Mind if I get a picture first?”
Zeke hung his head.
“Fine, but this is the last one I give you.”
Zeke took the picture, but he never understood the fascination of dead bodies his old friend had. It disgusted him, but he was loyal so he never questioned it, and left it alone. And as long as he did what he was told, Jake was safe from harm.
“Oh, she looks mighty fine, Zeke. I’ll be there in the next hour.”
_____________________
Three men are about to enter the squared circle, and one will leave the victor. This arena as I have always looked at it is modern day Rome. The BB&T Center holds twenty thousand five hundred people. That number would certainly scare even the bravest man in the world, but when you run with the man I do, you are never afraid.
Why is that you may ask?
The reason is faith; something that Elliott Siscoe and Jason Ryan do not have. You see, one man one lost his match to some Renaissance person, what was it? Oh yah, it was Taylor. The faith that is lacking in this man surprises me. He talked such a good game and when it came right down to it, he lost.
Elliott, oh, Ell, I hope you’re listening. You going to come here and redeem yourself at World War Wrestling in the BB&T arena? I don’t think you’ll have that opportunity. You see, redemption stories happen quite frequently in the Bible, but they do not apply to you. What does it say about redemption in the Bible? Let’s see, Galatians chapter two verse twenty says this: “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”
That is why, I think you will not come out the winner. Elliott, your salvation is around the corner and all you have to do is give yourself to me and to God. He is your only gateway to Heaven, and I am your only gateway to victory!
Jason Ryan, not too much can be said about you as I can find no tapes or info on you at all here in APW. What have you got to hide? To hide is to sin, and a lie like that can only lead to more lies. I do not tolerate liars as they descend themselves to hell. I pity you Jason Ryan, and pty is the highest form of love anyone can give. So let me love you Jason Ryan, for you have sinned and bring more sin upon God and His land.
