Blood Stained Cross

Be careful who you hurt today, they might be the reason you would have no tomorrow

Presently.....
Mary watched the reporters flashing photographs, the crowd offering silent prayers, tears in every single pair of eyes, and the crime squad fumbling over the mutilated body of a dead man. No one knew the story behind it, who would dare touch a priest, an holy and perfect man. That is, no one except Mary, because he was the beginning of the ending of her life.

Back Then......
Born in the church, baptized in the cathedral, raised with the Christian standards, her life began and would end in Christ. It was all she wanted, her mama had given her a go ahead. She joined the convent, and she did exceptionally well. Then father Thomas came, a wink then an undressing stare, a smile here and there. That day he called her in, she was just fourteen. holding her crucifix she greeted him and it was like a movie when he tore off her tunic.

And Now........
Did she hate him? the injustice of each word to describe how she feels fails miserably. He had made her an outcast in her own universe, a good girl gone bad and scarred forever. It seemed even heaven couldn't save her. She relished the way she made him plead, like he made her beg ten years back, her screams became nothing but a mere echo bouncing off the walls of her head. She watched the life drain from his eyes, the blood stained his cross, it dripped down, a murder in the cathedral. She paid him for every nightmare and sleepless night, scarred him beyond recognition like he had scarred her. An eye for an eye, a life for a life.

The Future.....
The police didn't get her. She walked away from the praying crowd. Mary was her name, such a peaceful name. A name for a disturbed angel whose robe of white had been tainted red. Round her neck hung a cross, another life had just begun. Maybe Jesus would take her back, heaven would hear her prayers, she had killed a man but she could start living an actual life.

Author's Note

This is actually my first short story.

Reviews

[A.D Edwards]

I must say honestly, personally as a reader I didn't much like the way this was done in sections, It was really distracting for me and made me lose interest, I think you should have just made use of writing techniques such as flashbacks to really show the difference between the past and present

[Tara Togoland]

Awwwn. Thanks, I'll keep that in mind for my next short story. :)