Sunday School
"So children," Father Hulk began, after all the children were seated in a large circle in the rear of the church, "Today we are going to talk about forgiveness, and how our God forgives all."
Bubbles raised her hand.
"Go ahead, my child," Hulk told her.
"Um, you mean that even if someone was really bad and killed lots of people and didn't listen to his mommy, St. Eva would still forgive him?"
"Oh yes. Father Evans does not believe in holding a feeling of hatred towards anybody, no matter how evil they are. He makes sure they are sorry for their deeds, and lets them into paradise for eternity."
There was a murmuring among the group.
"Ah, that's stupid." Buttercup sneered. "I'm sure there'd be tons of people unworthy of forgiveness. Why, if I was St. Eva, when those people got up to me, I'd beat the crap out of them!"
Hulk scratched his chin as he regarded Buttercup. "So you say that St. Eva is wrong when he forgives evil-doers?"
"Yeah!" Buttercup replied, pumping her fist. "There's no way people like terrorists and stuff would actually be sorry for doing what they did."
Hulk smiled, and rose from his seat. "All right, children, it's time for a demonstration. We need to show Buttercup here the true heart of God."
A silence fell.
"What is he gonna do?" Bubbles whispered. Blossom shrugged.
Hulk escorted Buttercup to the center of the circle, and removed a vase from a nearby table. "Young lady, I want you to smash this vase."
"What?" Buttercup asked, confused.
"That's right. And we'll say that each fragment it breaks into is five-thousand lives lost. We'll make one of them yours, and you shall see how St. Eva will treat you."
Buttercup smirked. "Get real, old man." But she took the vase, and threw it to the floor, the crash echoing off the wall, the glass shivering into pieces.
Suddenly, darkness surrounded Buttercup. There was nobody else around. She saw, felt, and heard nothing. And then, a huge pair of red, glowing eyes opened before her. They glared at the frightened girl, piercing into her very soul.
"You…" a voice rasped. "You come before me now! How dare you!"
"Who are you?" Buttercup asked, her voice quavering.
"What do you mean, who am I?" The voice shouted. "I am your God! And you are a traitor!" A cold but strong hand seized her by the shirt and held her up. A light shone down from up above, illuminating the broken vase miles and miles below. "Look at what you have done!" the voice snarled. "You have broken the laws of my people to maintain peace! How dare you come before me all innocent now!"
The hand drew Buttercup very close to those horrible, evil red eyes, and shook her. Buttercup was crying.
"You don't deserve to reside here with me!" The voice screamed. "You should be damned forever!!!" After a short silence, the grip on her softened, and the flaming red eyes turned soft and blue. "But I damn nobody. I see you are repentant now." Buttercup felt another hand embrace her. "You are forgiven for your sins… you are safe now…my child."
Buttercup praised St. Eva's name as she lay there, sobbing, in her God's arms.
Light surrounded her again, and she looked up to see that she was being held by Father Hulk, and the rest of the group was staring at her in shocked silence.
"It's alright, child," Hulk soothed. "You're back with us now."
Buttercup shook as she walked back to her sisters. "Oh my friggin God!" she whispered. "That was intense! Did you see that?"
"There was nothing to see, really." Blossom said. "You zoned out for like 10 minutes, then you threw yourself into Hulk's arms and cried."
"But I was with God!" Buttercup insisted. "I was with St. Eva!"
"Boys and girls," Hulk said, standing in the middle of the circle, "This is the power of God. He forgives all that come to him, and he hates nobody. May you have a peaceful afternoon, and may St. Eva's light shine upon you always and forever."
Thus, Sunday School ended.