Chapter 10 Snake in the grass
I hate memories, people always tell me that good memories are worth keeping, and that they outweigh the bad, but it isn't the bad memories that I hate, it's the fact that I can't turn them off. Like that night when my family was taken, it runs like a movie in my head, sometimes in slow motion, sometimes fast forwarded, every little detail is recorded in my head and more often than not, nothing new pops up, until now. It was something Detective Reigns had said about my attacker being bought to justice, he used to be called a viper given he had a tattooed viper on his left arm. When I had my throat slit, the last thing I was meant to see was an asp biting into an apple, another bible reference that annoyed me. Now that the memory had come back, I had a new lead and I must admit that gave me a joy like none other.
The wet snout of Captain Wolf nuzzled against my thigh, he knew the food was gone, now he was trying to give me comfort as only a best friend could. I got up and went inside to check on the news, I wasn't a fan of the news but I needed to see if they had finally caught up, since the dock had blown up, no one had bothered to report where our Mayor was, or the fact that he had been killed before the blast. Now because of their dilly-dallying, I had to take more lives, not that that makes a difference to me. I admit it pleased me to know that finally they had something to report, the docks, their dead mayor and now the deaths of Aj-Scuzzbucket and Father-touchy touchy, apparently I was now a serial killer and everyone should be on the look out for the Angel of Death, if only it was that easy. Sadly I couldn't investigate until the afternoon, it was Sunday and that meant church.
When I walked into the church all eyes turned to me like they always did, I couldn't help but think of the weirdness, see racial tones in this city still ran deep, on the left side of the pews down the back sat Mrs Pennyforth, a snobby white woman, while on the other side on the right, sat Mrs Smith, an overweight black woman, their hatred for each other stood only on the basis that they were two different colours, yet the second I walked in, they suddenly forgot that they hated eachother and glared their holes through me, they briefly looked at each other and nodded, as if they suddenly forgot that they had hurt each others families, suddenly it was all about hating me. I ignored it like always and sat in my usual spot, in the middle of the church aisle with my legs folded, waiting for the new pastor to start his sermon. He was younger than I had expected, shoulder length black hair and a rough beard. I saw the hint of a tattoo peaking from his right arm. He burned those green eyes right on me,
"Young lady, perhaps you would be more comfortable in a pew" It was more of a suggestion than a question. I could of started trouble but I resisted, I needed this over with fast so I could get back to killing.
"I'm fine where I am Father, please go on"
He shook his head but didn't comment further and decided to just go on with his sermon, I mostly tuned out but kept an eye on the Father, apparently he was knew to the parish and went by the name Father Rollins, for some reason that made me smile, I found it hilirious for reasons I couldn't exactly explain. Father Rollins lifted his arms, his loose black sleeves rolling up revealing more than he intended, my blood ran cold that shiver heaving up and down my spine. Right where it was meant to be was that asp biting the apple, the last thing I saw when my throat was slit. Without meaning too, I had found the very person I was looking for, and yes I'm still annoyed that it was another fucking priest. At least the Captain and me would get some proper meat this time. Father Rollins caught my eyes and just peered at me while he talked, unaware that soon, very soon rather, that he would be meeting his maker and he would have to explain his sins to the very God he praised. Or perhaps he would be explaining to the Devil. Either way.