Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26153435-20150303085631

Devil's Trumpet

Hello there, My name is Clyde. But you can call me “Father” or “Father Clyde” if you want to. You see, I love to help people in their time of need especially when you are a devoted Catholic like myself. Any ways, unlike most religions out there we do the Sacrament of Penance where the 'Goody-goody church goer' turns out to be not such a saint after all and confesses their sins to me in a small little booth that obscures both of our faces. After they would confess their sins to me, we part our ways with a friendly good bye thinking that just talking about their sins will make them disappear. That is when I would actually start “helping” them. That's the line that separates me from the rest of the Fathers in our lovely religion that we have embraced welcomingly into our lives. They would just simply kneel down to our Virgin Mary Statue and start praying for that persons sins, asking her to repent their sins so that they could go to Heaven in their afterlife. Well my way of repenting that persons sins are quite different. You see, after we go our separate ways I would deem if the person is worthy enough to be 'cleansed' or so to speak. After I make my final and quick judgment is when the actual help begins. It takes a lot of time to prepare, one week at the most, to do this sort of thing for another individual who believes in the sort of thing as you do. So while I am doing my usual rounds of cleaning the Altar or preaching prayers to a vast crowd of people on a sunny Sunday morning, I would plan my preparations of what is to come. A few days went by and the preparations were nearly set, all I needed was the poor souls who sought out for my help and is about to receive it. During that time of preparing, I would occasionally see the few people who I deemed as worthy (which is four at the most) and they would exchange some small talk with me. That is when I would make my move.

“Um excuse me, Father?” A young girl-Cindy, I think that was her name, tentatively asked me.

I gave her one of my sweet smiles. “Yes, Miss. Pink?”

“I am afraid I didn't quite get the lesson you were giving us earlier...” She nervously asked me.

I cocked my head to the side a little bit but still held my sweet charming smile at her. “Well I am having a bible study at my house which isn't too far from here later on. You are welcomed to come over if you like.”

“Really? If you don't mind me asking, how many are coming over? I wouldn't want anyone to be left out if I brought something and it wasn't enough.”

I felt my smile grow a little bit on my face. “Oh, not many. Just three, not including you and I of course.”

I saw Cindy give out a confused look at first but it briefly turned into a smile.

“Oh that's good, I don't have to bring much then!”

It was at this statement that I knew I had her. We then parted ways once more but not before I gave her instructions of how to get there and what time it started. The smile never left my face.

It was closing around Five'O Clock now and I was making my rounds of closing up the church before making my way to my car. Normally I would walk home after closing up because my home is a few blocks down from where the Church is stationed. But seeing as I will have company over, I needed to get a few small things on the way. After that, I checked off a few things from my shopping list and made my way home before the quest arrived. My home is in for the lack of better word, big. It looked like any other house both inside and out, the only difference was that I had dozens of crosses on top of the doors along with a few other Catholic objects that littered every where in the house. When the time finally came, four of my troubled guest came by one by one. Two young males and two young females. Their names were John Marx, Samuel Rickie, Thalia Rickie and of course Cindy Pink.

John Marx father owned this delighted town of ours who worked hard and modestly for this town to be built and earned his money justly. He had the same hopes for his son but unlike his father, John had a bit of a criminal history along with drugs and served time in jail. Then there was Samuel Rickie who dropped out of high school and like John, he also had a bit of a criminal record but you wouldn't know it until he told someone else about it. His twin sister, Thalia on the other hand had three abortions and was a prostitute who would spread her legs to any young male including me at one point. And last but not least there was Cindy Pink who also was a prostitute but stated that she was cleaning her act or so she says.

As they gathered around the living room, I see that they couldn't help but notice my decorations.

“Wow I never seen so many crosses in my life before now.” Said John as he tentatively poked one of my crosses on the bookshelf. His statement made me frown a little bit but I fixed it up before any one noticed. "Before we begin, I always find it refreshing to have a cup of tea before we begin our session of study.” With that, I left to prepare for my quest. After I got everything set up, I placed the tea cups on the tea tray and made my way back to the living room. I placed the tray on the table between the five of us by which all of them immediately grabbed their cups but not before saying 'thank-you' to me. I felt the edges of my lips tilt up to a small smile as I seen them all drink their tea. Some where drinking it greedily while others took small sips or two. It wasn't long before one of them slumped over in her seat that the rest began to follow soon after wards.

It's a marvelous thing how fast Devil's Trumpet can work. 