The Church's Beauty was only Skin Deep
Father Marco Demelio chugged water from a gallon container and most of the water spilled through his collar and onto his shirt. He stared across the church basement and wasn't satisfied with how he stacked the bodies. Everything about what he was doing seemed perfect. The sinners would come into the church and confess their sins. It would depend on the severity of the sin that made Father Demelio decide the punishment. He could Hail Mary them to death, but he'd rather put the sinners to death. It was so much easier for him. His problem was getting rid of the bodies once he has cured them of their evil ways.
God was his witness he thought, but he never expected the sinners' to have a witness. But there was a witness and that witness called the police. It was after he corrected a woman for selling her flesh and taking drugs.
There was that woman lying dead on the wooden floor in front of a submissive Jesus Christ on a cross, head turned slightly to the right, and eyes filled with sadness. Behind the pulpit, on his his knees was a fallen priest searching for God with a kitchen knife in his left hand. He turned to face the woman on the floor, momentarily caught up in both her beauty and her apparent melancholy. He wiped the saliva from his mouth and placed the kitchen knife on the floor.
"It's a beautiful day," he said to her, but she did not answer.
He stood up and decided to walk back to his sleeping quarters which was located in a back room. There he found it peaceful, meditative. He suspected this had been God Almighty's design. It was a place of complete serenity.
America was a heavily armed nation prone to violence and the government found it only reasonable to give law officers weapons and the authority to use them. In these United States, only a cop has the right to kill as an act of personal deliberation and action. Detective Laura Kimber wanted to excercise her rights to kill that priest for what he was doing.
It was two weeks of mayhem, with bodies stacked like firewood in the church's walk in freezer. Detective Caleb Rivera had come to assist Kimber in the investigation of crimes of violence. He had to help control her because he knew that she wanted to shoot the priest on sight. In Kimber's heart so much of that was true. She wanted Father Demelio to storm out of a room swinging an axe, so she'd have the right to defend herself and empty her gun into him. Her report would clearly blame adrenaline for her continued discharge of her firearm. Rivera, just wanted this ordeal to end. So he took the lead toward the bedroom.
The priest was in the back room. He was laying back on his bed in the sweltering heat. The thermostat was on the highest setting and the priest was naked, but sweating like rain running down the stain glass window. The heat didn't bother him, he had trained his mind to ignore the heat. It was his way of sweating out the sins. After every murder he had the need to cleanse himself, however, there was no need to cleanse himself that day. The kitchen knife was shoved into his back and he was almost bleeding out. There was that chance to save him and Rivera tried to act quickly, but Kimber grabbed his upper arm.
"Let em go, Caleb" she said softly.
"I'm sorry Laura, can't let that stay on my conscious."
She grimaced as Rivera called for immediate medical attention.
Laura Kimber looked over toward a picture of a welcoming opening arms of The Virgin Mary. She moved a foot closer and wanted to say something disrespectful. However, Kimber knew that The Virgin Mary understood the hate in her heart. The church once a place of worship, and a home of peace and sanity, became dead and wasted. The church's beauty was only skin deep, a few layers under the surface would reveal it's ugliness.
© 2014 Frank Atanacio