Perfect Dark: pt 14 Blood, Sweat, and Tears pt b
I hear voices around me, they're quiet whispers. I can hear the fear radiating in their voices. But their not scared of me, their scared of what might happen to me.
The preist, Father McCallaughan I believe, is praying over me, I let the words wash over my body, obsolving the furocious pain:
who art in heaven,
hallow'd be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
Forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil,
For a moment, I long my death, in this quiet scene of peace and tranquility, it would be all too easy.
But then I pray for forgiveness, it's a sin to want to die, unless to save another life. The ultimate sacrifice, originated in our Lord Christ.
The pain is numbing, I feel them wrapping gauze around my torn flesh, stemming the blood. A woman's hands hold my head as the sprinkle holy water on me. I feel them making the sign of the cross. But I'm too weak to thank them for their hospitality.
You're wondering now, why I let him shoot me, draw blood from my body like a well, using a bullet like a stone.
How else to you suppose I test his strength, his resistance, his resolve. I've never met a vampire I couldn't slay, until tonight. All the better I suppose. He's been around obviously, for centuries. But what he has in blatant wisdom, he befalls himself in blatant foolishness.
"What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?"-- F. Scott Fitzgerald
"Maybe we need a war...it may be the last of the tonics."-- Norman Mailer, 1966
'Why of the sheep do you not learn peace?'
'Because I don't want you to shear my fleece.'-- An Answer To The Parson, William Blake