Crucify the Innocent

Bang, went the hammer against the cold metal of the nail. Bang, it went as it cut through the tender flesh on a young wrist. Bang and tears fell from the eyes of the girl, the tape over her mouth not allowing her to scream. “Sh. It’ll all be over soon enough.” A female voice murmured softly, wiping a tear from the girl’s cheek. “If anything you should be happy. Your precious Jesus went through the same thing.”

     The moon was full and it cast an almost angelic light on the scene taking place in front of the church. No one lived near so they could work as loudly as they liked and no one would come running. No neighbors to witness the blasphemous scene. Everyone slept blissfully unaware as three people committed a wonderfully sinful deed. After a moment the female spoke again. “You really are lucky. It’s too bad your friends aren’t though.” She said gesturing to the place under a grand old oak tree where three people sat.

     They all had nooses around their neck and their hands were tied in the prayer position. Tape also covered their mouths as a tall dark male stood over them with a gun, preventing them from running. Another guy, this one ghostly pale, was doing the hammering. In a way this was his justice. The cross which had always stood in front of the church would be a morbid center piece by tomorrow.

     “If you could have just let him alone you would be at home safe in your beds now. But no, you had to preach to him and condemn him to your Christian hell. You should have never done that you little b***h.” The female said eyes flashing insanity.

     The pale one stepped back and stood next to the insane female, admiring his work. The hard part was done. The girl had been nailed to the cross, through her wrist, in a mockery of her religion. “Jesus wore a loin cloth.” The female muttered to herself.

     She looked around and smiled in satisfaction as she spotted the purple cloth that had hung on the cross. Smiling psychotically she reached in her pocket and pulled out a switch blade. Popping it open she walked towards the girl. “You’re getting a loin cloth. This is going to be done right.” She said.

     The two boys watched in interest as the female began to cut off the girl’s clothes. The girl began to cry harder as she tied the cloth around her waist leaving her chest exposed. “That’s better. You make a pretty little Jesus.” She mocked, laughing mirthlessly and stroking the girl’s hair. “Now. It’s time to finish.”

     The female stepped back surveying her work and nodding in satisfaction and the pale one took out a knife of his own. He walked up to the girl and stuck the knife in deep. Pulling it out he watched as the blood began to drip down watering the grass around the cross. Smiling he ran two of his fingers over the wound and crossed himself. “To the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.” He said, his eyes cold.

     He licked the blood off the knife, never removing his eyes from her own, and walked back to the insane one, who was smiling proudly. Her idea was brilliant. She wanted to cause a stir and she was. It gave her pleasure to think of the look on the face of people when they what had happen. Mentally patting her self on the back she turned her attention to the three under the tree. All their eyes were wide and freely leaking tears. “You know you shouldn’t have killed you friend.” She said, in a singy-songy voice. “Murder is a sin. Now you have to burn in hell. Tsk. Tsk. Suicide is a sin too.”

     She walked over to one of the boys and kneeled down in front of him. “Poor thing, you really were just an innocent. It’s too bad you’re going to have to die.” She said, kissing him on the forehead.

     He jerked away from her causing her to smile. “If I wasn’t so completely against slavery you would have made a good pet. Oh well.” She sighed. “Go up in the tree and get the ladder.”

     The boys did as they were told, the dark one giving the gun to the girl. She held it delicately, savoring the feel of the cold metal in her hand. “Now who should I pick first? Hm.” She said moving the gun back and forth between the three.

     They all shrunk back against one another, their eyes following the gun. “Ah you’re a pretty dear aren’t you? You should be first.” She said pointing the gun at a pretty blonde girl who began to shake her head. “Stand up.”

     The girl looked reluctant but when the hammer of the gun was cocked back, the girl quickly stood up, struggling to stay standing on her weak legs. “Now up the ladder my dear. Up to your fate.”

     The girl climbed the ladder awkwardly, her hands still tied in the prayer position. When she was at the top the dark one moved cat-like across the branch and grabbed the noose. He got a hold of the end and tied it tightly to the branch leaving only a little bit for the girl to hang from. The pale one smiled and reached over pushing the girl off the ladder. She fell backwards and was soon swinging back and forth trying to get her feet back on the ladder. They watched as she slowly strangled to death.

     When she was dead the girl went back to the remaining two. “Ah then there were two. Which one of you shall be next?” She asked.

     She looked each of them over the gun still in her hand as the pale one moved the ladder over. “You.” She said pointing to the guy she had been talking to earlier.

     He stood up shaking and walked towards the ladder. “At least you have common sense.” She said in delight.

      He walked up the latter and bowed his head as the dark one tied the end of the rope around the tree. Then he let himself be pushed from the ladder. When he was finished strangling his body was down a bit further than the girls. “I guess that means it’s only you left.” The crazy female said pointing the gun at the last remaining person.

     The girl threw herself at the evil one’s feet and began to beg for her life, mumbling through the tape. “Now, now, you wouldn’t want to make a deal with the devil would you?” She said taunting, running the tip of the gun lightly across the girl’s cheek. “Up you go. Up, up into the sky, a painful death awaits.”

     The girl finally gave up seeing that the insane one was heartless and enjoyed this immensely. The girl went as much as the guy had, she didn’t even struggle as she strangled. When it was finished the dark one climbed down from the tree and the pale one took the ladder and placed it under the boy, kicking it backwards so that it looked as if he had hung himself. The female took her switchblade back out and cut the ropes from around their hands. Since the bodies were still fresh the hands automatically fell to their side. The pale one ripped the tape off their mouths then stood back and admired the scene. Only one last thing was left. They went back to the cross and the girl reached into the bag they had brought. They quickly got rid of anything that could link them to the scene, finally placing the sanitized knife covered freshly in blood on the ground next to the cross. They all stepped back to admire their handy work. The girl on the cross still hung as before, the cloth soaked an odd muddy color, her head bowed, and the grass red with a dew of blood so evilly beautiful. The people on the tree swung in the gentle breeze that was blowing and through it all the moon shined true and brilliant on the morbid scene like something out of a nightmare.

 

Reviews

[Eriqe Mangum]

�To the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.�
Oh, God forgive me for saying this...

I loved the reenactment of the crucifixion. Poetic, accurate, and oddly pleasing to my morbid sense of humor. Out of everything you have written so far, this has to be the darkest piece I have read thus far. Congratulations.

And because I find myself with a lack of originality, especially after reviewing so many works, then this will be a short review. Sorry for the dissappointment.

I will state a matter of little interest in the case of such a wonderfully written story. That is the lack of detail and motivation. You have three murderers that kill four kids, yet no motivation. Not even a hint, unless you count the sadistic smile and hint of insanity. Then I see some motivation. Crazy people do crazy things...or so I have heard.

But once again, you have written a piece of work that should be in the library with Edgar Allen Poe. Even then, I think our good friend Poe would turn green with some of your work. Thats a compliment, not an insult. Remember that. Anyways, good writing as always and keep up the sadistic nature we all love so very much.