After holding the Bible in his hands for a moment, he placed it on the table next to the gun.
“A Bible? Are you kidding me?” said the man in black as he returned to the table. “That’s the coward’s way out! If God cared about you, why would you have lost your family? If he really existed, why do you hurt right now? Your son was a fool to leave this for you. It changes nothing! A Bible can’t bring your family back. A Bible can’t heal the pain!”
He knelt and put a hand on William’s shoulder. “But the gun can… pick it up. No more wasting time with all this crying. Nothing else can save you. Splatter your brains on the wall with your wife’s, and you can join her in Hell. That’s where you belong… that’s what you deserve. It’s too late for you, it’s too late to change your life. End it now! Pick it up!”
He leaned into William’s face.
“The gun… GET IT! Now! Stop thinking about it, you worthless piece of trash! Stop the pain, stop your existence! Do it! DO IT!”
William convulsed again. His body rocked with sobs and his hand reached for the gun.
The man threw his arms in the air and laughed. “YES! Do it! Put it to your head! Blow away the pain! Blow away your sorrows!”
William’s shaking arm bent and the barrel moved to his temple.
“That’s it… yes,” the man hissed in ecstasy. “Death, sweet death. Do it! DO IT!”
Suddenly, William held his breath and stopped trembling. The gun settled into place on the side of his head.
The man in black started to dance around the table, laughing.
William took a deep steadying breath… then slammed the gun back to the table. His hands went for the Bible.
“NOOOO!” the man screamed, rushing to William’s side. “What are you doing? Put that down!”
William opened it to the bookmark left there by his son.
“Stop this! This won’t help, put it down! NOW! The gun… get the gun!”
He started reading.
The man in black put his hands to his head and roared. “NO! Don’t do this! You can’t… you can’t… you’re mine! Put it down!”
Four more men stepped out of the shadows. They wore white t-shirts and pants that hinted at powerful muscles hiding beneath. Their radiant faces and piercing blue eyes scanned the room for only a moment, before they stepped toward the table.
The man in black hissed and backed away. “Leave him alone… he’s mine!”
The four men took positions around William, ignoring the man in black.
The man drifted back to the shadows from which he emerged, his face pale and twisted with hate. “You can’t do this! He’s supposed to be mine!”
As the man in black disappeared, William slid out of his chair to his knees…
This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events, and locations portrayed are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Copyright © 2011 Keven Newsome. All rights reserved.