IGKTW Round 2- Vengeance is Mine (440 hits)
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Submitted by Bubba2341 (View user info) at 2006-05-03 07:54:43 EDT
"You killed my daddy, you bastard."
The look on the preacher's face was a mixture of fear and surprise. He had had
misgivings about coming to the church tonight, but he passed them off as
foolishness. Now he was staring at the serious end of what looked like a cannon
in the hands of a negro teenager. As guns go, it was a cannon, a .44 Magnum.
"Now listen here, Riley, you can't just walk in here.."
"Shutup, preacher. I doan wanna hear you. You know what you done."
**
"No, Charley, you're the minister in the town. We have to take this man back
for trial. You're talking crazy."
"The Lord will exact his vengeance here and now. I am the voice of the Lord God
of Hosts, and He has told me the man must die for his sins. What he did to the white
woman requires his death!"
"For Christ's sake, Charley, he asked her for a ride into town. He didn't even try to
touch her."
"Silence! Do not take the Lord's name in vain again. Men, seize the criminal and
prepare the noose."
Abraham struggled, but was no match for eight white men. With hands bound behind him
he was dragged to the waiting horse and rope.
"Honest, I dint touch the nice lady. I jes gots a ride wif her."
"Shut up, nigger," said reverend Charley, slapping old Abraham across the face. "Dogs like
you must know their place and not go around sullying the honor of good women."
"But Suh, I dint do nuffin!"
"Hang him."
The crack of his breaking neck was audible to all, especially to the boy hiding in the
brush. He wanted to rush out and stop the preacher, but he was too afraid. He thought
maybe he would be hanged, as well.
The preacher was the only one Riley could recognize, as the other's faces and bodies
were covered by white hoods and sheets. Riley knew the Klan was very active in
this area, but his daddy was a good man, and had never done anything wrong to anyone.
None of that mattered now, as his daddy was dead. All he had left was revenge.
**
"Reverend, we know you were there that night, we just can't prove it. If there
were any non-Klan witnesses, they are staying away from all this."
"Gentlemen, I assure you I know nothing of what you mean. Who was killed
again?"
Agent Jackson rushed to the preacher's side, his hand balled into a fist.
"You scumbag, I ought to beat a confession out of you. You killed that man
as sure as you're sitting there."
"Sir, I did nothing of the sort. I was at home when you say the crime was committed.
I am a man of God. I do not break His commandments."
Agents Jackson and Phelps looked beaten. They knew the man was guilty, but had
no proof. Just another case of these Southern rednecks getting away with murder,
and they could do nothing about it.
"Reverend," said Phelps, "Get your ass out of the chair, out of my office, and out of
my sight. And if you say so much as one more word, I will personally beat you to death."
The preacher left with a smirk on his face, knowing he had won.
**
"Riley, please put the pistol down. You'll go to prison and burn in Hell if you
shoot me. I had nothing to do with your father's death."
"Shut yo fuckin' mouf, preacher. I was dere. I heard what you said an' I seen
what you done. You told 'em to hang my daddy fo gettin' a ride from a white
woman. He dint do nuffin to her. You jes hates niggers."
The preacher's mind was racing, wondering if the boy had indeed been there.
No one else had talked, so he figured the boy must be telling the truth. What to do?
Could he rush the boy without getting killed? Could he talk him out of this madness?
Reverend Charley didn't want to die, but somewhere in the back of his mind was
a voice that said Abraham hadn't wanted to die, either. He pushed the thought away
and returned to his dilemma: how to get through this alive.
"Riley, I am a man of God, I don't hate anyone. I love you and all people."
"Fuck dat, preacher. You killed my daddy an I be gwine kill you. You best be
sayin' yoah prayers, suh, 'cause you gots ten seconds to live."
Reverend Charley noticed a rank, acrid smell. He soon realized it was the product
of his own bowels, filling up his underwear. He knew he was a dead man, and no
amount of talking would sway the boy.
"Riley, please..."
Those were his final words, for his voice was silenced by a .44 slug through his heart.
The bullet passed through his body and hit the Chalice on the altar, making a ringing noise
that accompanied him to the deepest depths of Hell.
Riley White dropped the pistol, walked from the church to the highway, and was never
heard of again.
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By agreement
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You put the poo in poor
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Sorry man.
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georgemicheal? is that you?
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Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-05-03 08:29:55 EDT (#)
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Needed to be longer, methinks.
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-05-03 08:28:40 EDT (#)
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No.
Submitted by phuzzygish (user info) at 2006-05-03 08:15:53 EDT (#)
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Okay, but could be better.
A solid meh.
Submitted by recall (user info) at 2006-05-03 08:02:35 EDT (#)
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Very predictable and lack of imagery earns this a 0.