The Religious Life
Chapter 2: Blessed be the name of God
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BANG
Alex felt the bullet penetrate his skin of his skull, felt the momentum of it push him backwards, slamming him once again into the wall. He felt the sensations, but where was the pain? Forgetting himself, he lifted a quivering hand up to his forehead, felt where he thought the bullet crossed his path, there was a small gash, but it was dry. He knew he was shot, the scary man across from him knew he was shot. But other than that, there was no indication whatsoever that he was. He stood up, and stared at the red- eyed man. "What?!" the man's eyes were wild, disbelieving, "You can't possibly be a vampire too?" Vampire. thought Alex carelessly. For the moment, he was in shock, unable to put two and two together.
The vampire dropped his gun, and Alex snapped back to reality. He ran forward and grabbed the dropped gun, backing up as he held it unsteadily aimed towards the vampire. Tripping backwards, he pulled the trigger and lodged a bullet in the vampire's arm. "You.LiTtLe.BRAT!" the vampire didn't seem in pain, just wild with rage at seeing blood trickle down his arm, possibly because Alex hadn't even let a drop of blood fall from his forehead. He began to advance on Alex. Alex, in turn, began to empty the cartridge into the vampire, but with each new wound, the vampire's eye grew with fury. Alex was afraid again, although unhurt before physically, fear was being shot into him like a submachine gun. He backed up until there was no where to back up to, until he was pulling the trigger with nothing coming out of the gun. The vampire loomed over him, ready to see if the boy's head would come off his neck. And then Alex's life changed forever.
A brush of wind hit Alex. Something flickered into the vampire's neck, promptly disassociating it from the rest of his body, and a broad knife lodged itself into the ground behind the.pile of dust that remained in the vampire's place. A man jumped from where he was standing on top of the wall behind Alex to between him and the dust pile. "Dust to Dust, Amen." Performing the sign of the Cross, the man clothed in black turned around to face Alex. A large silver cross was dangling from his neck. "Hello child," the priest kneeled down so he could be at eye level with Alex, "you're pretty lucky, to survive an attack by a vampire." "But.he.it.shot me." replied Alex wearily, suddenly feeling very fatigued. "Yes, and there is no sign of it. Why do you think that is?" "I.don't know, Father." "You, my son, have been blessed by Almighty God. You are destined to do great things in the Church, for the sake of the world." All Alex did in reply was pass out.
Alex's eyes fluttered open again for the second time that day. Scanning his surroundings, he found he was back home, in his bed, neatly tucked in. He could hear his parents talking downstairs, with another voice that must've been the priest's. Alex wondered how he had known where he lived, since he had never seen him before. But for the time being, he decided to just listen in on what was being said. "We know our son is blessed by God, Father, and we thank Him for it every day." That was his father, always the model Catholic. "Yes, of course. But your son has been blessed in a.special way. The Church would like to teach him how to use his gift so he can go and spread the Word." The priest, obviously, but Alex didn't understand exactly how he had been blessed. He wondered if that was how he had survived a shot to the head. "But, he's only thirteen years old; he has his whole life ahead of him. School, friends.isn't it too early to be weaving out his life in such a manner?" His mother was always thinking about her only son's welfare, even when a priest was telling her what should be done. "Mrs. Anderson. Mr. Anderson. I cannot tell you how imperative it is we begin to instruct the boy in the ways of.spiritual warfare. There are many demons about. If he were to succumb to one, it would be a great loss to the Church." There was a long pause. "Could you give us some time to think, and talk it over with Alex?" "Of course. I will be leading Mass tomorrow at your church, I will be waiting for you afterwards. Have a good evening, and may God bless you, especially your son." Alex heard the priest leave. He didn't hear his parents talking, either because they had moved to another room, they were talking in hushed voices, or perhaps they simply were no longer speaking. Alex was absorbing everything he had heard when he fell again into a deep sleep.
"Alex, honey, wake up." Alex slowly opened his eyes to see his mother and father standing over him with concerned looks on their faces. "What's wrong Mom?" "Alex.it's about what happened to you last night." Alex's eyes widened as everything that had happened the previous night came rushing back to him. "That.priest." "Yes, honey, the priest brought you back here after that mugger attacked you. He said that it was a miracle you weren't hurt. That you were saved by God." Alex was silent for a long while, weighing everything together. It was truly a miracle that must've saved him. He recounted the events of that night, thinking how he had made the sign of the Cross, and how when he had a gun pointed at his head, he had genuinely beseeched God to save him. However, he wasn't much of the religious type. He enjoyed church, singing praises to an almighty God who lifts up the faithful and crushes the heretics underfoot, but he had never really given much thought to it outside that. All he had to do was give his one hour a week, right? Maybe not.maybe he was destined to do great things in the name of God, like the priest had told him. He reached a hand up to his forehead, feeling where there had been a dry gash in his skin. It was smooth, without any hole, but suddenly, it felt very holy. He nodded to himself and looked up at his parents, coming to his conclusion. "I want to serve God."
End Chapter 2. To be continued.
BANG
Alex felt the bullet penetrate his skin of his skull, felt the momentum of it push him backwards, slamming him once again into the wall. He felt the sensations, but where was the pain? Forgetting himself, he lifted a quivering hand up to his forehead, felt where he thought the bullet crossed his path, there was a small gash, but it was dry. He knew he was shot, the scary man across from him knew he was shot. But other than that, there was no indication whatsoever that he was. He stood up, and stared at the red- eyed man. "What?!" the man's eyes were wild, disbelieving, "You can't possibly be a vampire too?" Vampire. thought Alex carelessly. For the moment, he was in shock, unable to put two and two together.
The vampire dropped his gun, and Alex snapped back to reality. He ran forward and grabbed the dropped gun, backing up as he held it unsteadily aimed towards the vampire. Tripping backwards, he pulled the trigger and lodged a bullet in the vampire's arm. "You.LiTtLe.BRAT!" the vampire didn't seem in pain, just wild with rage at seeing blood trickle down his arm, possibly because Alex hadn't even let a drop of blood fall from his forehead. He began to advance on Alex. Alex, in turn, began to empty the cartridge into the vampire, but with each new wound, the vampire's eye grew with fury. Alex was afraid again, although unhurt before physically, fear was being shot into him like a submachine gun. He backed up until there was no where to back up to, until he was pulling the trigger with nothing coming out of the gun. The vampire loomed over him, ready to see if the boy's head would come off his neck. And then Alex's life changed forever.
A brush of wind hit Alex. Something flickered into the vampire's neck, promptly disassociating it from the rest of his body, and a broad knife lodged itself into the ground behind the.pile of dust that remained in the vampire's place. A man jumped from where he was standing on top of the wall behind Alex to between him and the dust pile. "Dust to Dust, Amen." Performing the sign of the Cross, the man clothed in black turned around to face Alex. A large silver cross was dangling from his neck. "Hello child," the priest kneeled down so he could be at eye level with Alex, "you're pretty lucky, to survive an attack by a vampire." "But.he.it.shot me." replied Alex wearily, suddenly feeling very fatigued. "Yes, and there is no sign of it. Why do you think that is?" "I.don't know, Father." "You, my son, have been blessed by Almighty God. You are destined to do great things in the Church, for the sake of the world." All Alex did in reply was pass out.
Alex's eyes fluttered open again for the second time that day. Scanning his surroundings, he found he was back home, in his bed, neatly tucked in. He could hear his parents talking downstairs, with another voice that must've been the priest's. Alex wondered how he had known where he lived, since he had never seen him before. But for the time being, he decided to just listen in on what was being said. "We know our son is blessed by God, Father, and we thank Him for it every day." That was his father, always the model Catholic. "Yes, of course. But your son has been blessed in a.special way. The Church would like to teach him how to use his gift so he can go and spread the Word." The priest, obviously, but Alex didn't understand exactly how he had been blessed. He wondered if that was how he had survived a shot to the head. "But, he's only thirteen years old; he has his whole life ahead of him. School, friends.isn't it too early to be weaving out his life in such a manner?" His mother was always thinking about her only son's welfare, even when a priest was telling her what should be done. "Mrs. Anderson. Mr. Anderson. I cannot tell you how imperative it is we begin to instruct the boy in the ways of.spiritual warfare. There are many demons about. If he were to succumb to one, it would be a great loss to the Church." There was a long pause. "Could you give us some time to think, and talk it over with Alex?" "Of course. I will be leading Mass tomorrow at your church, I will be waiting for you afterwards. Have a good evening, and may God bless you, especially your son." Alex heard the priest leave. He didn't hear his parents talking, either because they had moved to another room, they were talking in hushed voices, or perhaps they simply were no longer speaking. Alex was absorbing everything he had heard when he fell again into a deep sleep.
"Alex, honey, wake up." Alex slowly opened his eyes to see his mother and father standing over him with concerned looks on their faces. "What's wrong Mom?" "Alex.it's about what happened to you last night." Alex's eyes widened as everything that had happened the previous night came rushing back to him. "That.priest." "Yes, honey, the priest brought you back here after that mugger attacked you. He said that it was a miracle you weren't hurt. That you were saved by God." Alex was silent for a long while, weighing everything together. It was truly a miracle that must've saved him. He recounted the events of that night, thinking how he had made the sign of the Cross, and how when he had a gun pointed at his head, he had genuinely beseeched God to save him. However, he wasn't much of the religious type. He enjoyed church, singing praises to an almighty God who lifts up the faithful and crushes the heretics underfoot, but he had never really given much thought to it outside that. All he had to do was give his one hour a week, right? Maybe not.maybe he was destined to do great things in the name of God, like the priest had told him. He reached a hand up to his forehead, feeling where there had been a dry gash in his skin. It was smooth, without any hole, but suddenly, it felt very holy. He nodded to himself and looked up at his parents, coming to his conclusion. "I want to serve God."
End Chapter 2. To be continued.