Part One: Receptum

2010-03-07T06:30:00.000-08:00

Yesterday i went to go play the lottery with Margarette.It was late, barely anybody was there. The grocery store had a white and blue color scheme with un-patterned textiles. The smell of baked bread and goods linger in my memory. I have never smelled anything quite like it, it held the smell of chocolate and strangely enough, glycerin. Could it be that the store is in danger of a bombing? no, i would know if it is. The event would be a week from now. Any bombing would happen by then if the smell was so pungent. I was waiting in line behind a man i knew from before the event. He was a black man wearing a tuxedo with a very strange top hat with prickled fake feathers tucked in on the side. He was probably a bum, why else would he be playing the lottery? He seemed quite content with his waste of money. Margarette was almost ready for her turn, when she nervously turned to me and asked me to fill my own numbers. I smiled and filled in the numbers: 6 9 17 37 53 41. I wonder if these numbers will ever win the lottery one day....certainly not soon. she was filling her numbers, and that's when the memories started to kick in. I could see Kyle with a big machete hidden behind his blood stained dress shirt. I was hiding under my bed, with my pellet gun in hand, just in case. I was sobbing and trying to keep my mouth from making any noises what so ever. In panic, I clenched my bright yellow shirt thinking it would help the crying. Of course, it didn't, but that's not what made him notice. No, it was sheer bad luck that ran through my veins. He knew where i was hiding from the start, he always told me where to hide in case of danger. I can only blame my self for my deadly mistake, but that can all be changed. Margarette already wrote 3 numbers down, The amount i told myself to take control. I calmly put my hand over hers, forcing her to stop writing. She started firmly "Boreas, what are you......"then she went into a silent gaze. My eyes were targeted on hers. I glanced at the unfinished lottery card. 1 9 16. That was it, i still had a choice. to let faith make its harsh ways, or to settle on my own future, and the future of my family. I whispered into her ear 3 numbers: 25 33 42. As soon as those numbers went through her brain, I released my hand from hers and she continued writing like nothing happened। When it was her turn, i wandered around the store, looking at he seemingly endless isles of commercially endorsed products, grazing my hand on everything to have a sense of feeling of texture। In the cleaning isle of the store, was someone i knew. And she was picking out diapers. I noticed she had a cart with milk, cheap toys, and liquidated food. She was wearing a purple tang top and dark brown pants. She had ripe red hair, and small freckles surrounding her face. "Hello Rachel" i said in a monotone voice. She jumped when she heard me, and when she looked at me was even more shocked and surprised. who wouldn't be? I grinned, and at the same time, she gulped. "Bo...Bor......Boreas. Ha....how are you still here?" she stuttered. I just kept on grinning and gracefully glide to her direction. She started stepping back, in fear, in amazement. I stopped 2 feet away from her as she stopped as well. I needed to talk with her. "Oh Rachel you are awfully to young to be having a child. The responsibilities you have to take, like breast feeding, diaper changing, constant crying. Why would you want that?" i tilted my head and smiled a smile only a demon would make. How ironic. "You have no business here Boreas!" She said boldly. "this is my life, and i can do whatever i want with it." I put my left hand on her shoulder, and in a very monotone and soothing voice, i whispered "we need to kill the child before its to late. Now, the rules state that we can not proceed without approval of the mother. Do you know how important this is?" She nodded. "How old is he?" "5 months, but you know as well as i that he chooses the date." I reached for my pocket with my other hand. "Not for long" Then i took out a 6 inch gem encrusted dagger from my pocket, and swiftly stabbed Rachel in her uterus. Still holding on to her shoulder, i twisted and turned the dagger to make sure he was still there. I felt him struggling, holding onto the dagger like a life support. Muffled screeching was coming out of her stomach, but it was upstaged by the cries of Rachel, who I immediately silenced with my left hand. I breathed heavily, and took out the now blood covered dagger from her abdomen and bolted it in back into my pant pocket. Now my left hand moved to her wound, which Rachel was trying to clench from pain. Throughout the process, she kept chanting "its not my fault" over and over, escalating from a mumble to a bold chant. her eyes were engulfed in blue rain. I knew this was gonna go well, for the moment at least. I injected my fist into her stomach, and felt around for any sign of him. When i finnally got a hold of him, i took him out and held onto Rachel's shoulder with my right hand. Rachel cried out in pain, but now loud enough to attract attention. Her purple tang top now drowned with blood, and a hole ripped through. It had seemed like she had lost all her weight, because now she was back to her scrawny, weak self. Of course, she fainted immediately, and to my amazement no one has walked by and noticed the event. I held the child by the feet, holding him upside down. He was covered in blood and gore. he also has a cut in his chest. I am imagining that i struck him in the heart, like i was supposed to. I scanned my eyes all across his body, there it was. A slit of my deadly action right in his little chest. He looked asleep, but in pain. He finnally coughed blood and opened his eyes to tell me "You broke the rules. you will perish once more." he said in a demonic, low tone. I grinned. "That is what i said to you is it not? looks like the tables have turned." And once again i held my dagger high and bolted it into his small chest. I ejected it from him, and i let him go. He gasped and breathed heavily. I stood there next to him as he turned into a pile of mush and ash right before my eyes. His skin, rotting away with every second, blood evaporating into the air. It took 30 seconds for him to completely vanish. I put my dagger away, and picked up Rachel to the nearest bathroom, covering her wound with my hand. My excuse was that she fainted, and needed water immediately. When we entered the woman's bathroom, I saw a broom with other cleaning supplies tucked away in a corner. I let her lean on the wall while i stuck the broom against the door handle to shut it tight. I rolled up my sleeves, and turned on the sink and stated to wash my hands when suddenly....THUMP. I turn around finding Rachel lying on the floor, a blood pool around her. It was when her dark brown pants were drenched in blood when i noticed something bulging out. I walked toward hew and reached into her pocket. It was a vile. On it, there was a label that read: A.B. I popped the cork that sealed the vile, and poured some of the liquid on the wound. In a matter of seconds, it sealed back up like if nothing happened. There was still some of it left, so i put it away for another time. I left her there, sleeping. She will wake up soon enough. I put away the broom to its original position and left the bathroom like nothing happened. I wandered around some more and picked up some candy, a bag of gummy bears to be exact. I went back to the entrance to where Margarette was, and she was waiting frantically. "Where were you? I was worried sick!" she scolded at me. "I went to get some gummy bears. can we buy them?" She smiled at me and we bought the candy. "Wheres the lottery ticket?" I asked. She showed me the ticket. it had the following numbers: 1 9 16 25 33 42. "I think im gonna win this time!" "I think so to." I lied to Margarette, but only to protect her. We drove back home, listening to smooth jazz on the way back. I slept with only one thing haunting my dreams: I killed the son of a god.

The God who died

Part One: Receptum