Abigail and Malachi held on to each other eagerly awaiting Him. The cop screamed and squirmed as He climbed up the cross, then his flame of life was put out with one final agonizing shriek, then everything was silent. The children were praying to their god. Abigail looked up at the sacrifice; all that was left was a drained corpse, like a dried corn husk. She shuddered and went back to praying. No one really deserved a fate like that, right? Especially for something like having different beliefs. She went on praying, what if He could read her mind? She shuddered again.
"You could or something?" Malachi whispered in her ear.
"Yeah…" Abby lied, "I kind of just want to go home and go to sleep."
Isaac started the late night sermon that only occurred on days of sacrifice. The children sat patiently and listened for as long as they could, some grew restless and the younger ones even fell asleep. Malachi and Abigail entertained themselves by making faces at each other and mocking Isaac when his back was turned. More and more children fell asleep and a few kids eventually got up and left.
All of the sudden, the deep voice that Isaac knew only to be heard in his head boomed out of the corn field, and screamed Isaac's name. Isaac dropped to his knees and the small children startled awake, every one knew it was Him. He walked out of the corn in a human form. Tall and intimidating, he walked over to Isaac's small frame and lifted him up by the shirt.
"Isaac," He looked him in the eye, "Isaac I have had enough of you disobeying me!" He threw Isaac across the clearing and he landed against the cross with a sickening crunch as his back broke. "I came here tonight, to reinforce your faith in me, and also," He turned to Malachi and gently touched his chin. Malachi shuddered but didn't move away. "I want Malachi to lead you now, he will receive my messages, and he will deliver them to you. Though not in these hideous sermons, they are long and unnecessary, so Malachi may do what he sees fit to pass my word along to you." He released Malachi's chin and disappeared back into the corn.
Malachi was near tears, he was filled with mixed emotions, he was unsure as what he was supposed to do, he was terrified that He Who Walks Behind The Rows had touched him, also terrified that He had killed Isaac that easily. But he was also ecstatic. He had always know that he could do things better. There were so many things he wanted to change. He had to get right on it. He grabbed Abby's hand and rushed her home to the cabin.