Every Mothers Nightmare
STORY 2:
WHERE'S GOD
Dante and Vergil were walking down the sidewalk on their way to Saint Michael's. The decision had reluctantly fell on their sire's shoulders. Their mother had given him the choice, of their grandfather, whom they loved, or Father Donovan, whom they also loved. Loved to torment and to question his methods of theology and religion. This wasn't their first trip to see him, nor was it going to be their last. As long as their father had a choice they would not be able to visit the cantankerous old man who was their grandfather,
Their father and grandfather had a love/hate relationship. They loved to hate each other. They didn't know why. But, if they knew the truth they would laugh like demented loons. When Sparda had first met Jonah Redgrave, Jonah had pulled his twin pistols, one black the other white which he had christened Ebony and Ivory. The white pistol's barrel was pressed under Sparda's chin, where the blacks was shoved hard enough in his crotch that it bruised his testicles, followed by, "Ya ever hurt her boyo and I'll feed ya to the gators. But that's only after the Bubba's and me give you an ass-whuppin'."
Sparda had swallowed, for some reason he knew it wasn't a threat but a promise. He wanted to put this puny mortal in his place but then he scented it. There was something different about this man and his family. He didn't know what it was, but eventually he would.
Dante groaned, "What are we going to do Verge?"
Vergil looked at his twin and replied, "Don't worry Taye. I've got so many questions for him to answer he will be busy from now until," he paused and quickly crossed himself, he didn't want to irritate god with inadvertent blasphemy, "the second coming."
The closer they got to the church the slower they begin to walk. The sun was dappling through the leaves giving the sidewalk an eerie green tint, and they felt they knew exactly how prisoners on death row were going through as they walked 'The Green Mile.'
Arriving at the big oak doors they entered the church, and stopped to light a candle for no one in particular, it was something they had seen the parishioners do and wanted to be polite. Father Donovan had observed them as they walked through the door. He had been called by their mother so he was expecting them. His hand lingered over the receiver when he saw Dante and Vergil pick up matches. He could have the fire department on the phone in a matter of seconds. He was surprised when he saw them light candles.
When they arrived at his office he indicated one of the empty chairs in the reception area, and said, "Vergil have a seat. I want to talk to Dante alone." Vergil reluctantly sat down and watched as his twin was escorted into the office.
Between the two boys, Father Donovan preferred to talk to the younger of the twins. The elder would ask him questions that were difficult to answer. But the younger of the boys, all it took was a stern look and a couple of Bible verses and Dante would crumble and confess everything that he and his brother had done.
Today Father Donovan was going to try a different approach, he sat in the chair that was beside Dante's and asked, "Dante do you know where god is?"
Dante's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything.
The priest asked again, this time his voice was just a little sterner, "Dante, where is god?"
Dante pushed further back in the chair, hoping and yes even praying that the chair would swallow him down with one hungry gulp. He remained quiet, although his heart was beating so hard and fast he was surprised the priest didn't hear it.
Since the child still didn't answer, Father Donovan leaned in and thumping his fists on the arms of the chairs he raised his voice to just below a shout, "Dante Christopher Sparda, you tell me where god is right now!"
Dante jumped up pushed past the priest, yanked the door open and ran into the waiting area, grabbed his startled twin by the arm and pulled him out of the chair where he was sitting and left the church at a dead run. He ran down the street dragging Vergil behind him. When they got home, he kept his grip on his brother and yanked him up the stairs and drug him into the attic, where he huddled in a corner holding unto Vergil.
Vergil had never seen his brother like this, and he asked, "Dante. Dante. What's wrong?" The concern was evident in his voice.
Before Dante could answer, Vergil growled. "Did he hurt you? Did he touch you? If he did I don't care if I go straight to hell. I'll kill him." He jumped to his feet and pulled the folding dagger from his pocket and was ready to go back to the church and defend his brother.
"Vergie, no. He didn't hurt me."
"Then what's wrong?" Vergil slipped the dagger back in his pocket and squatted down in front of his brother concern in his Nordic blue eyes.
Dante sobbed out, "Vergil it's awful. God's missing and they think we took him."
Authors Note: Hope you are enjoying this short sillies. Reviews are more than welcome.