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Chapter 2: All Play and No Work makes Jack a Dull Boy
It was once said, "Do unto others as you would like done unto you." You know what? Screw that. Name one person in this Godforsaken world who abides by the rules and commandments written by our Holy Father? Evil is the essence of our world and power is the seed of the throbbing hard-on that stays up on this world's soul. Such is our nature as man. As for me, I remember the sins I've taken and know how to purge them. I am now in peace with God. I am pure. So shall the rest of the world be.
May 26th
It was a warm spring day and the sun was shining brightly. There wasn't anything special happening that day and the skies were just sitting like a lazy cat by a windowsill. Just a common day in town with all the hustle and bustle of the hate-filled, spring city. Spring was a time for puppy love, and Kurt and Kitty were something of rabid bunnies.
The two lovebirds were at the park and strolling along the asphalt, holding hands all the while like how lovers should be. Their smiles were both quite clear and complete. They were both just a half of a puzzle waiting to find each other, kind of the perfect match. It seemed like no clouds hovered above them, no tree loomed over their path, and no obstacle stood in their way: God had his eye on them. Circles had formed around them: The clouds, cloudy everywhere else, formed a small gaping hole for the sun to shine on them and the birds circled around almost in a holistic dance of angels. The only thing missing were the holy chimes, bells, and voices of the heavenly choir.
"So, Kitty." He was stuttering as if some kind of cutthroat was keeping him in a death hold. "You want to do something after class tomorrow?" Let's just hope his soul can speak rather than his hard-on.
"Of course." It'd be a shame if such a delicate girl should suffer such a horrible sin. Virginity was the gift of our God and modesty is its wrapping paper, a temptation to many sins within men of this evil era. "What did you have in mind?" I hope nothing I had.
"Well, the carnival is in town. I was kind of hoping you'd ride the Ferris wheel with me?" Well, I'll be damned. The boy has a spirit past his erection. "I was wondering, since last year we didn't do anything, if you and I could just enjoy ourselves."
The girl was smiling that of sweet chocolates and red strawberries. Her arms lapped around Kurt's biceps tighter and she nuzzled into him for love. "I'd be glad to, sweetie." Her rosy red cheeks stood out and blossomed into the blue sky with a gentle twist of grace, dexterity, and agility. Wish I could say the same for Kurt: damned blue fur.
It was now quiet as the sounds of the crickets. I wasn't used to the sound of gentle peace, relaxation, and privacy. I grew with the sounds of hate, lust, avarice, and sin around me. This place was just too damned creepy. The Xavier mansion was all lit up with people cheering happily inside. Scoundrels: They could be making this world a better place but instead they lounge about and use up their valuable time doing nothing.
They say the colors red and blue mix quite well together. I'm sure they do, the feel of a warm fire crackling over open, burning wood sounded pleasing to the ear during cold nights in winter-dead places. The Xavier Institute was caught ablaze in the middle of the night: each wooden board was quickly yanked down by the fire and set to burn like the rest. No one died, each pathetic soul managed to squeeze out like sands from my hand. However, the mansion itself was totally destroyed, even the cellars below the floors were severely damaged to a level beyond repairs. The sound of sheer flames didn't just crackle, but exploded each time. The sounds of peace surveying the land was music.
Kurt and Kitty just got news of the burning. They ran back home and stood along side the rest of the X-men and watched helplessly as the massive hunk of wood fell to the ground and its metal foundation melt into nothing more than a puddle of silver. Tears were shed, faces squelched, and sins were said. As I watched the fires rise to the heavens, a message was conveyed to me. It was clear that this was no accident. A sinner must be punished before the sin grows, infests, and controls the minds of other innocent children. Nothing was meant to be as evil as it is now. We must strive for purity, just, and salvation. Who burned down this building? That's easy: your father did.
Chapter 2: All Play and No Work makes Jack a Dull Boy
It was once said, "Do unto others as you would like done unto you." You know what? Screw that. Name one person in this Godforsaken world who abides by the rules and commandments written by our Holy Father? Evil is the essence of our world and power is the seed of the throbbing hard-on that stays up on this world's soul. Such is our nature as man. As for me, I remember the sins I've taken and know how to purge them. I am now in peace with God. I am pure. So shall the rest of the world be.
May 26th
It was a warm spring day and the sun was shining brightly. There wasn't anything special happening that day and the skies were just sitting like a lazy cat by a windowsill. Just a common day in town with all the hustle and bustle of the hate-filled, spring city. Spring was a time for puppy love, and Kurt and Kitty were something of rabid bunnies.
The two lovebirds were at the park and strolling along the asphalt, holding hands all the while like how lovers should be. Their smiles were both quite clear and complete. They were both just a half of a puzzle waiting to find each other, kind of the perfect match. It seemed like no clouds hovered above them, no tree loomed over their path, and no obstacle stood in their way: God had his eye on them. Circles had formed around them: The clouds, cloudy everywhere else, formed a small gaping hole for the sun to shine on them and the birds circled around almost in a holistic dance of angels. The only thing missing were the holy chimes, bells, and voices of the heavenly choir.
"So, Kitty." He was stuttering as if some kind of cutthroat was keeping him in a death hold. "You want to do something after class tomorrow?" Let's just hope his soul can speak rather than his hard-on.
"Of course." It'd be a shame if such a delicate girl should suffer such a horrible sin. Virginity was the gift of our God and modesty is its wrapping paper, a temptation to many sins within men of this evil era. "What did you have in mind?" I hope nothing I had.
"Well, the carnival is in town. I was kind of hoping you'd ride the Ferris wheel with me?" Well, I'll be damned. The boy has a spirit past his erection. "I was wondering, since last year we didn't do anything, if you and I could just enjoy ourselves."
The girl was smiling that of sweet chocolates and red strawberries. Her arms lapped around Kurt's biceps tighter and she nuzzled into him for love. "I'd be glad to, sweetie." Her rosy red cheeks stood out and blossomed into the blue sky with a gentle twist of grace, dexterity, and agility. Wish I could say the same for Kurt: damned blue fur.
It was now quiet as the sounds of the crickets. I wasn't used to the sound of gentle peace, relaxation, and privacy. I grew with the sounds of hate, lust, avarice, and sin around me. This place was just too damned creepy. The Xavier mansion was all lit up with people cheering happily inside. Scoundrels: They could be making this world a better place but instead they lounge about and use up their valuable time doing nothing.
They say the colors red and blue mix quite well together. I'm sure they do, the feel of a warm fire crackling over open, burning wood sounded pleasing to the ear during cold nights in winter-dead places. The Xavier Institute was caught ablaze in the middle of the night: each wooden board was quickly yanked down by the fire and set to burn like the rest. No one died, each pathetic soul managed to squeeze out like sands from my hand. However, the mansion itself was totally destroyed, even the cellars below the floors were severely damaged to a level beyond repairs. The sound of sheer flames didn't just crackle, but exploded each time. The sounds of peace surveying the land was music.
Kurt and Kitty just got news of the burning. They ran back home and stood along side the rest of the X-men and watched helplessly as the massive hunk of wood fell to the ground and its metal foundation melt into nothing more than a puddle of silver. Tears were shed, faces squelched, and sins were said. As I watched the fires rise to the heavens, a message was conveyed to me. It was clear that this was no accident. A sinner must be punished before the sin grows, infests, and controls the minds of other innocent children. Nothing was meant to be as evil as it is now. We must strive for purity, just, and salvation. Who burned down this building? That's easy: your father did.