Thread: Though They Walk Through The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death (Quix & Aurelia)

Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Rain pattered down, striking the metal roof of the small trailer and sluiced off the sides, causing large puddles to form on the ground, and turn it to slush and mud. Inside, the digital clock beside on the nightstand ticked over from 308am to 309am, and the face of the bed's male occupant screwed up in distaste. Snoring lightly, he buried his lips into the hair of the naked woman next to him and tightened his already secure grip further around her, subconsciously afraid she might be snatched away whilst he lay dead to the world. Spare the rod, spoil the child. His teeth clenched in his sleep and he screwed his eyelids closer together, attempting to chase away the bad dream. WHACK The well-remembered harsh sound of the rattan cane striking his soft, unblemished flesh after his adoptive Father had forced him to pull his shorts down and bare his butt, in order the administer the punishment they'd become so accustomed to. That latter fact had never lessened the humiliation or pain. What did I tell you. No MTV. That music. Those men and women are sick, disgusting, perverted. Evil. THWACK OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Like you, like your Mother and Father were. Do I need to remind you again of the consequences of disobeying the Lord's word? Of why your parents now burn for eternity in the company of Satan? THWACK The six foot, three inch, two hundred and fifty pound man puffed, panted and ranted as he caned, steam spouting from his ears and fury darkened eyes darting between Adam and Eve. It was not an accident. There are no accidents, misfortunes, or coincidences. Your parents fornicated outside of wedlock, not once, but twice, and they paid the Lord's price delivering you, the Devil's Spawn. to me to save. The young boy's screams of agony and pleas of contrition were inconsequential as were the sobs of his younger fraternal sibling, who knew she was next. How do I know God's plan? Because in this house, in your lives, I AM GOD. Oh, fuck, why had he never been able to protect his little sister from the abuse and the beatings? The one time he'd tried, really tried, had been the straw that broke the camels back. The day after turning eighteen, old enough to legally leave of his accord, he'd attempted to sneak sixteen year old Eve out with him only to be greeted downstairs by two of their Step-Father's blue-uniformed acolytes, both with huge grins on their faces as if the Police Officers expected the couple at that precise place and time. But how could they have known? The real question, he realised afterward, is how could they have not. Father had often enough before proved himself omniscient, no matter what precautions Adam and Eve took. Don't forget me, boy, and don't dare to attempt to contact Eve. If you do, next time we meet I'll send you and everyone you've ever loved to Hell. That promise issued as Adam clutched a hand to his stomach and stumbled from the gutter with blood spurting from his broken nose elicited the same fearful reaction in him when he recalled it now as it had back then. CRACK Inside the trailer, Adam's body jerked at the peal of thunder and his eyes flew open. Remnants of the dream lingered and he trembled when he sat upright, rain crashing off the roof, thunder reverberating around the small trailer and flashes of lightning casting nightmarish shadows on the walls. There'd be no more sleep for Adam Magdalene that night, so with shaking fingers he collected the remote control for the one luxury item he and Eve possessed, a big screen television. Needing something for company to help keep the demons at bay, but not wanting to wake his sister, he muted the volume. It was when the black slowly crystalised into an image and his eyes adapted to the brightness that Adam was met with a visage that he'd hoped, at least in real life, to never encounter again. The hair was a little grayer, and the white, flowing beard, trimmed, however, the face was immediately recognisable. Especially the coal-black pupils that when they locked on Adam through the screen, seeming to bore into his very soul, caused him to emit an ear-piercing howl of terror loud enough to raise Lazarus from his grave. Last edited Apr 30, 2019