Story Debate: Thriller

The wall was illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the window. Was she gone? She must be, it's almost midnight and she hasn't shown her face yet. I let my head back and tried to force myself to sleep. Lucy must be waiting for something; it's hard to believe that she just left. Unless... I smiled. It has worked; not that I thought it wouldn't, but maybe I doubted a little. God has answered my prayers."Expecting someone?" her voice came from behind the bedposts. The ring was so sweet, I almost asked her where she'd been for the past several hours."No." "Oh, yes you are. You've been waiting for me and given up only now." she said through a genuine smile. "Well, here I am. Do you have something to tell me?""Leave me alone," I say. Her voice dissappears, not continuing it's tirade for a minute. Then two. Then three. Is she still here? Did she actually listen to me? I consider looking at the wall, but push it out of my mind. But then another minute passes. And another, and the urge to just look up, to just check if I am truly alone or not overcomes me.I immediately regret it. The wall was horrifyingly covered in her shadow, the hair floating free in gentle curves, her girlish body seeming to be lightweight and even a bit frail. The blue light shone from behind her, making the outline distinguishable from the rest of the walls dark mass. The moonlight from the window shone on the shadow's head, making the shadow more visible instead of less."Ha, I told you. You can't resist it, can you?" she laughs, and her laugh is somehow different than yesterday, yet truly the same. "And that's with the bible under you covers, right?" I squeeze the tattered book harder into my chest. It was the only copy in the house. "I-I don't want you." my voice came out faltering."That book, by the way, is pretty much made up. Written by men, men who sinned, men who killed, men who eventually all got slain." her logic seemed to come over me like a wave. "Another God actually exists though, but he is much different than described.""Another God? What do you mean?""Oh, surely you know? I helped him make the world. I designed the water and air, the land and fire, and you too. It was really simple, I took parts of him, cut them into something more acceptable, and put them into this world." "You're lying. You couldn't be God, because God is good""Ahh, naive like ever. I'm not God, I'm only semi-God, because I am not everything. And the other God besides me isn't always good." Her shade seemed to shake it's head in a disappointed manner. "You shouldn't alway believe what men tell you, especially if their teachings lasted throughout eons."I fought with myself to contain my thoughts. God wasn't good? What kind of logic is that?"Do you want me to explain?" she asked, her voice filled with honey. I kept silent, trying to shut her out. "Even your bible says so: God is everything. He is all of the stars, all of the animals and waters and fires of this world, and much more of other worlds." A pause, and she takes a breath. "And guess what. God is good, and evil as well. Which makes him somewhat upredictable." I didn't get to think it over, because at that moment my Papa came and turned on the light switch, for once finding it perfectly. The light was blinding, and I immediately squeezed my eyes shut to block out the light. My eyes still hurt, feeling as if they were shriveling up in the overabundance of brightness, so I plopped my head into a pillow. It was still unbearable."Lucifer?" Papa's voice was changed, sounding as though if was filled with a certain happiness. I wasn't used to that. "Lucifer. This is my lamb, whom you have set your snares on. I will protect him, so do not approach.""Why, uh, hello." I heard Lucy's unsure voice for the first time ever. "I thought we had a deal, remember? The Job repeat?""The deal is over, you have come too far with this child." Papa's hand touched my shoulder, and it was blissfully cool compared to the heat of the room. I felt liquid sunshine slowly pour into me, flowing down through my body."Why, you backstabbing little filch!" she screamed, and I shivered. She was going to try to kill me, the girl, and I couldn't even see in the light. Papa's hand dissappeared, and it was only then that I noticed that the palce where he had touched was blistering. Papa wasn't cool, he was boiling hot.Something fell against the floor, and the lights went out. Quite slowly pervaded the room, as the short struggle was settled. Footsteps echoed oddly on the carpet, and the door was opened. I looked up. Everything was black, my eyes not used to the darkness, and I couldn't even see the window. Something was thrown out the door, and it was gently closed shut. Papa sat down on my bed, and I could hear the springs creaking under his weight. That wasn't Papa; Papa was heavier.I blinked several times, trying to adjust. I was sweaty, but the heat seemed to seep away through the walls, and I could even feel a small breeze as it did so. Within moments, the moonlight from the window was visible. I turned towards the person sitting on my bed.It was her.Her hair was winding around her, the tips of the shadowy spikes were burnt and still live embers nested there. Her dress seemed tattered, and blew lightly with the breeze, and her bare feet hung over the side of the bed, not even reaching the floor yet. But she was there."You're hurt," she said softly. Though I could see only the silhuette, I could tell that her eyes were boring into me. I didn't know how to react, so I didn't.Her smooth arms reached up to turn me around so that my back was facing towards her. "Right here," she said, and I could feel her cold touch on the place where I was burnt. My shirt had a tattered hole in it right where the man touched me. She rested her palm on the spot, and the blissful ice came back into my shoulder. "What-Who was that?" my voice shook."It was Him." she replied. The voice came from behind my back, for once matching it's source. But, how could she get rid of God is He is all-powerful? "You invited me to this room, so here I am more powerful than Him. He's gone now, don't worry." she read my mind."Why, why did he burn me?""He's a bit fed up with the whole situation, I guess." she lifts her hand off, and my shoulder returns to normal temperature. I don't turn around, because it's better if her voice and her position match. "Pepe, there's something more I have to tell you.""What?""Do you know who Job is? He is in the Old Testament, did you come across his story?" She watches as I shake my head. "The Old Testament is safe, you can look for his story in that bible of yours." She lifts the covers, looking for the book. But suddenly, I realize that I was holding it when the man walked in, but now I didn't feel it in my arms. I look as well, patting down the sides of the bed."He took it with him, the smart thing." She glances under the bed from her sitting position before giving up. "Oh well, the story goes like thisThere was once a man named Job, and he was not only a servant of God but also very rich and prosperous. He had seven beautiful daughters, a lovely wife, a grand house and much, much money. Well, God once came to me, and asked me to test Job. Since I really didn't think anyone could believe in the phony that God is, I agreed. Well, little did I know that He drove Job mad, inciting an unjustified love for God in his servant. He didn't play fair. So, I actually tried to give up, but he told me to continue. So what could I do? First I burned down his property, then took away his money, but his craziness persisted. I asked God again to release me from the challenge, but he denied it. So I killed his wife, and Job broke down. He wept for days and days, for a whole month, and then for another month after that. It was then that I realized I couldn't continue. So I told God that I haven't the power in me, and he released me. But then, just to show me, he killed Job's daughers. Every night, the man wept and cried to God, and I could see Him preparing to take the next beauty to her deathbed..And the worst part was that they all came to me after death, because all humans used to. And then accused me, they shouted at me, infected with the same madness that Job had... And that is when I changed. Because, unlike him, I am not all and can be changed by others.He eventually gave Job back what he had lost, but the eight dead remained and tortured me with cries. I've come to accept sinners more than him; I give out more second chances. But Life is the only gift I cannot give." her head bobbed up and down as she spoke, turning to the window to look out at time. Whenever she did that, I could see the silhuette of her nose, the wave of skin down to the mouth. Her eye depresssions were large, larger than I have ever seen anyone have.She stopped suddenly, looking at the wall."Behind that wall, that's your parents bedroom, yes?" her voice seemed concerned."Yes" I looked at the wall. It seemed empty without her, because her shadow was still sitting on my bed. I noticed how the halo followed her around, even when she left the wall. "Why?""He's in there." she said, and suddenly became absolutely still. Her figure melted, slowly dripping into a puddle, gathering on the carpet. Soon, she was gone, only a hole remaining on the ground. I looked at it, and realized that it was indeed a hole. I could see the bottom floor. Should I stick my foot in, just to be sure?Before I could even get up, the hole shot up into the air and formed Lucy back again. Her shadow seemed weaker, somehow more translucent, as she stood up off the bed."Go to sleep, nothing will happen until tomorrow." I obeyed, worrying a bit about her. She carefully walked back into the wall, her hair drooping just a bit. I pretended to be asleep, but watched her as she walked back and forth.Her whispers were barely audible, but I caught it. "He killed the father. Why would he?"