Divine Retribution (537 hits)
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Submitted by GuardianAngel (View user info) at 2006-06-23 14:09:44 EDT
'Get up, scumbag.'
David Hinchcliff rose to his feet. He stepped forwards, three steps, without being asked. He'd done this enough times. Freedom awaited. Freedom, and more women.....more whores...more filthy things, for him to clean away. The prison official roughly handled him out of the cell, and into one of many corridors. The other prisoners made jeers and threats. The warden did nothing to silence them.
'I had my way, Hinchcliff, Id be taking you for your last meal right about now. Early release my green grass. Still, when you get nicked for doing it again, they'll throw away the key next time. So don't get too sentimental, because you and I are going to be seeing each other again very soon.'
Hinchcliff said nothing. The guard half threw him through a set of double lock doors, and out into a small reception area. Hinchcliff could see three pens, a letter opener, two pencils, and a chair he could use to punish these whores, were his hands but free.......then, he espied something very interesting hanging from the guards pocket....if he could just lift it away without him noticing.....he was intent on his paperwork....he'd never notice....just so long as the keys didn't jangle.....
'Right filth, get your arse out and into that van before I decide to do you myself.'
Hinchcliff was dragged roughly out into a courtyard, where a bulletproof vest was shoved over him, and he was surrounded by armed policemen. None of them looked happy to be there. He was bundled roughly into the back of a waiting van, one of five in a convoy. He smirked at all this protection. How nice of them to be so concerned.....
'Were here to protect you because were paid for it, bastard' spat one cop 'word from on high is your going to get attempted on today, and not one guy on this taskforce is going to try too hard to get you there alive.'
The doors slammed shut on him, and he was left alone, save for one policeman, who was watching him through a wire mesh partition. He fondled the wallet in his pocket. The guards wallet, and with it, his driving licence. His address. He'd often heard the guards talking about their families.
He was so looking forward to meeting them. To punishing them, the filthy whores....
He was snapped from his reverie by the doors opening. He was led in the centre of a group of eight armoured cops into a large building he recognised as the High Court. My my, he thought, how the time passes when you have something to think about....
The hearing was a formality. He knew he was out the moment he stepped into the room, and stared at them, in their expensive suits, and their moral-high-ground chairs. He had to stand, hands still cuffed. Yes, he said, I regret what I did. No, he said, I would never hurt anyone. Yes, he said, he had been shown that women were soft, delicate fragile things, that men must protect. He expressed an urge to work in a rape crisis centre, to help him atone for his crimes against them. He knew it wouldn't be possible, but he said it anyway. Anything to get him out. Yes, he said, he had become religious during his time inside. Yes, he loved god.
They were all utterly convinced. He thanked them profusely, and put on the theatrical tears, promised he wouldn't let them down as they released him unconditionally.
Stupid whores, he thought. He'd show them, oh yes....
He was walked out of the room by a disgruntled looking court guard, and moments later, he was allowed to collect the clothes he was arrested in, and the keys to his new flat in Islington. He smiled. He liked Islington. It was a short bus ride to Kings Cross, and Kings Cross had lots of whores. He was told to report to the local Tesco within a week, because he'd been given a job as part of his parole. He walked out into the free world, breathed in, and walked down the street, already having read the guards driving licence. He'd had several twenty notes in his pocket when he was arrested, so he thought he'd go for a McDonalds (oh how he'd missed that in prison), then stop off at a hardware store to buy a hammer, some nails, a screw driver, and a carpet knife. And then he'd go and slice that guards daughter to ribbons.
Back at the court, the parole board sat back and had coffee. They were all focused on one man, who sat to the far right of the table. They were all drinking tea. He was not.
'So, Mr....?'
'Call me Angel.'
'Mr Angel....'
'Just Angel'
The woman who chaired the hearing looked slightly annoyed by this, but continued none the less.
'You think he'll survive long?'
The figure stood up, and regarded them all with an grimace.
'He was dead as soon as we let him free, wasn't he?' proclaimed a very rotund gentleman, beaming with self satisfaction as he leant back in his chair.
'He was dead-' replied the man, in a tone that made all of them sit bolt upright. The fat man stopped smiling too. 'as soon as he touched his first victim. He just doesn't know it yet.'
They sat in stunned silence as the figure went to leave. He turned to address the fat man.
'And you leave the killing to me, sir. You look like your carrying enough weight anyway, without letting your conscience bother you.'
He was gone before anyone could respond.
****
'Tell me more, my son.'
'Well, father, after I gutted the eighth one, they started to get a little boring, so I moved on to raping them first. And then I went onto young women. Teenage girls were the best. Some of them lost their selves to me before they died. I used to love that. They couldn't help but enjoy their first time. Filthy whores, you see, father. All of them. The papers used to say things like 'innocent young girl' and 'pure little angel' when they described them, but I knew better father. I still do.'
The priest breathed in heavily, and was silent for a few moments.
'And what do you intend to do with this knowledge, my son?'
'I'm going to carry on doing gods work, father. I'm going to continue to cleanse the world of these filthy whores.'
He stepped out of the confessional. He didn't hear the priest follow him out. That's right, father, he thought. You stay in your little cupboard. Where you THINK your safe. I'll do you pretty soon, for the good of the world.
The priest stepped out of the confessional, and regarded the man in front of him, with utter contempt. Cold blue eyes flashed with hatred, and he approached the figure in front of him, slipping the beads off of his rosary, to reveal a razor sharp length of wire. He advanced, pulling the wire across his chest, his right hand on the left, and vice versa, creating a loop.
'I always wondered if there was a god, telling me, what to do, father. I always thought god was guiding my hand.'
'Go ask him yourself'
came the hissed reply, from inches behind his right ear. The killer could only gasp as a razor wire came over his throat, and was pulled tight sharply. He tried to loosen it, but only succeeded in skinning his fingertips. A thin line of crimson sprinted down his throat. He gurgled, and was lifted up off the floor by a pair of steel strong arms. His vision blurred, and he could see bright, bright lights, and angels.......
Then the wire severed head from body, and his startled expression was frozen in place, his head coming to rest on the floor. His torso fell limply forward onto the cold stone floor, gushing a huge long gout of blood skywards, and covering the face of a crucifix Jesus that hung on the wall. The saviour looked down mournfully at his lost child. Angel wiped his brow.
'Little late to think about saving him now' he remarked nonchalantly to the crucifix, 'should choose who you die for a bit more carefully.'
He looked downwards at the lifeless mass at his feet.
'Rest In Pieces.'
User Reviews
Submitted by GuardianAngel (user info) at 2006-07-25 08:20:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Sexualchocolate-is it really that obvious? Haha, I am in fact FAR too good at those games than is reasonably healthy.
This story is actually a part of a much much larger book Ive written, which may be why it seems to ´fall apart´ with the introduction of the character.
Submitted by Chazzy (user info) at 2006-06-26 08:14:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good story.. me liked
Submitted by sexualchocolate1984 (user info) at 2006-06-26 07:44:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Good post, I agree with the comment on he Angel character. You ever played the "hitman" games? Just like this.
Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2006-06-26 04:53:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I agree with the person who said this fell apart with the Angel character. Also, Rest in Pieces? That made me cringe.
But. This was still a good story.
Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2006-06-26 03:08:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Me love you long time
Submitted by Webered (user info) at 2006-06-23 15:54:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
It was good until you brought this "Angel" character into play. Then it just fell apart.
Submitted by konohasaiyajin (user info) at 2006-06-23 14:33:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Interesting story. Could have been put together a little better.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-06-23 14:29:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Okay, but your bound to fuck up eventually, I'll keep my eye open. Good post BTW.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-06-23 14:16:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
pretty good first post.