Appalachian Galapagos by Weston Ochse, David Whitman Page B
Authors: Weston Ochse, David Whitman
Tags: Horror
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life he wanted to wish himself away, it was this single moment.
" BROTHER CLETUS, THEY KILLED THE LIVING EARTH !" Cyrus shouted from outside.
"The Livin ' what!" Frank heard Lukas shout. "This here's Bigfoot you hippie dumbfuck, and it's mine, so get your faggoty hands off it." Frank actually giggled, the laugh escaping his lips. He glanced nervously at the preacher.
Brother Cletus swooned on the pulpit. Three of the congregation rushed up and caught him before he hit the floor. Frank knew he should run, but the incense had woven numbing tendrils throughout his body and his legs seemed very far away.
Brother Cletus was helped forward and down the aisle, his eyes so wide that Frank could see red veins shooting through the whites. The muscles along the immense neck danced like live snakes, his mouth opening as if it needed to vent the steam of his rage. Finally able to recover, he shooed the helping hands away from him. He stood imperiously, unlocking his old lanky limbs until he stood very tall. He hooked his shaking hands under his red suspenders.
"Brothers, hold that man whilst I go outside and see this alleged desecration with mine own eyes!" The brethren were on Frank in an instant, pushing a body that was no longer his roughly back and into an empty pew. Like a 1960's Batman TV Show soundtrack, Frank heard the BIFFs, BOFFs and POWs of fighting, a few screams and the weeping of grown men, then the sound of a dozen pairs of feet shuffling back into the church.
A few moments later, Brother Cletus strode into the church, Lukas and Jimmy following close behind, their arms held firmly by a group of angry Brethren.
Tears poured from the eyes of Brother Cletus like blood from open wounds. His deep sobs resonated through the old church like the knelling of a funeral bell.
"My Brothers," Cletus hissed, his voice hardened by a divine rage. "The Living Earth, Jesus Christ risen, chosen Nephilim of us all, hath fallen at the hands of these men. Satan's minions have murdered our salvation. The angel of Earth, our angel, is dead."
Anger exploded from the crowd. Stares condemned them through spittle-filtered epithets. The shouts were a vicious mixture of hatred and wishes for revenge. But Brother Cletus would have none of it.
"Halt this blasphemous speech, my brothers. Remember, Matthew 5:38 says, 'You have heard that it was said, An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. But I say to you, do not resist one who is evil. If anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also, and if anyone would sue you and take your coat, let him have your cloak as well, and if any one forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles.'"
"They gonna take us on a trip?" asked Lukas.
Frank wanted to respond, but kept quiet.
"There is none here who doubts the evil that has been perpetrated by these three wicked men. Nor is there any doubt the influence of Satan within their actions. I witnessed these very same men cavorting upon the ground in a bestial embrace. I witnessed these very same men drinking and taking the Lord's name in vain."
The congregation's stare's shifted through disgust and back again to hate.
"Then they came up and laid hands upon our Nephilim , our Savior Jesus Christ, and they seized him."
The congregation roared to their feet.
"Romans says..." the preacher jumped into the aisle, holding up his arms. He had to force several of the congregation back into their seats. His eyes flashed with holy rule. "Romans 12-19 says, 'Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God for it is written, Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord. If your enemy is hungry feed him. If he is thirsty, give him drink, for by doing so you will heap burning coals upon his head.' So we will feed them. We will give them drink. And await the word of God. God will determine their fate, for it is not ours to pre-empt his wrath, my brothers."
" Burnin ' coals?" asked Lukas.
"What the fuck is goin ' on here,
" BROTHER CLETUS, THEY KILLED THE LIVING EARTH !" Cyrus shouted from outside.
"The Livin ' what!" Frank heard Lukas shout. "This here's Bigfoot you hippie dumbfuck, and it's mine, so get your faggoty hands off it." Frank actually giggled, the laugh escaping his lips. He glanced nervously at the preacher.
Brother Cletus swooned on the pulpit. Three of the congregation rushed up and caught him before he hit the floor. Frank knew he should run, but the incense had woven numbing tendrils throughout his body and his legs seemed very far away.
Brother Cletus was helped forward and down the aisle, his eyes so wide that Frank could see red veins shooting through the whites. The muscles along the immense neck danced like live snakes, his mouth opening as if it needed to vent the steam of his rage. Finally able to recover, he shooed the helping hands away from him. He stood imperiously, unlocking his old lanky limbs until he stood very tall. He hooked his shaking hands under his red suspenders.
"Brothers, hold that man whilst I go outside and see this alleged desecration with mine own eyes!" The brethren were on Frank in an instant, pushing a body that was no longer his roughly back and into an empty pew. Like a 1960's Batman TV Show soundtrack, Frank heard the BIFFs, BOFFs and POWs of fighting, a few screams and the weeping of grown men, then the sound of a dozen pairs of feet shuffling back into the church.
A few moments later, Brother Cletus strode into the church, Lukas and Jimmy following close behind, their arms held firmly by a group of angry Brethren.
Tears poured from the eyes of Brother Cletus like blood from open wounds. His deep sobs resonated through the old church like the knelling of a funeral bell.
"My Brothers," Cletus hissed, his voice hardened by a divine rage. "The Living Earth, Jesus Christ risen, chosen Nephilim of us all, hath fallen at the hands of these men. Satan's minions have murdered our salvation. The angel of Earth, our angel, is dead."
Anger exploded from the crowd. Stares condemned them through spittle-filtered epithets. The shouts were a vicious mixture of hatred and wishes for revenge. But Brother Cletus would have none of it.
"Halt this blasphemous speech, my brothers. Remember, Matthew 5:38 says, 'You have heard that it was said, An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. But I say to you, do not resist one who is evil. If anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also, and if anyone would sue you and take your coat, let him have your cloak as well, and if any one forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles.'"
"They gonna take us on a trip?" asked Lukas.
Frank wanted to respond, but kept quiet.
"There is none here who doubts the evil that has been perpetrated by these three wicked men. Nor is there any doubt the influence of Satan within their actions. I witnessed these very same men cavorting upon the ground in a bestial embrace. I witnessed these very same men drinking and taking the Lord's name in vain."
The congregation's stare's shifted through disgust and back again to hate.
"Then they came up and laid hands upon our Nephilim , our Savior Jesus Christ, and they seized him."
The congregation roared to their feet.
"Romans says..." the preacher jumped into the aisle, holding up his arms. He had to force several of the congregation back into their seats. His eyes flashed with holy rule. "Romans 12-19 says, 'Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God for it is written, Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord. If your enemy is hungry feed him. If he is thirsty, give him drink, for by doing so you will heap burning coals upon his head.' So we will feed them. We will give them drink. And await the word of God. God will determine their fate, for it is not ours to pre-empt his wrath, my brothers."
" Burnin ' coals?" asked Lukas.
"What the fuck is goin ' on here,
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