Chapter 8
Gloria lied in her house with some thin sweat pants on, a t-shirt, and a sweater overshirt on over that... She was starting to get really scared. She slowly got up very cautiously for she was afraid that Luke would burst through the window at any moment. She looked in the mirror.
All the sudden she felt a presence behind her. She quickly turned around. No one was there. She quickly turned around to see no one there.
She had felt horrible for what had happened to Luke and his family. No one deserved what had happened to him. She had felt so bad, she felt like dying. It was like being stabbed or shot, and not dying, and you felt a lot of pain, and she just wanted to be put out of her misery.
Gloria slowly sat on the floor curdling into a ball for she had heard of the deaths of Ghosteye, Sasan, and Wingman. She was afraid of her death although she felt she deserved it, but at the same time, she was scared.
She all the sudden saw a shadow swoop through the house. Gloria was terrified. She let out a slight squeal slowly backing up to her couch and huddling at the corner of it.
"Hello Gloria," a voice whispered into her ear. Gloria screamed looking around to see Luke standing right behind the couch. Gloria fell off the couch screaming.
"Gloria, it's ok. You don't have to run," Luke said kindly. He walked over to Gloria who took out a knife swiping it at Luke.
Luke grabbed the knife throwing it on the ground. He picked up the struggling Gloria laying her down on the couch.
"Please, please, don't hurt me," Gloria cried.
"I won't," Luke said.
Gloria had no way of proving it, but something in Luke's voice told her he wasn't lying so she stopped struggling.
"Gloria, I know you are sorry for what you did to me. I know you want to die, and I will grant you that wish, but I promise you it will not be painful," Luke said wiping a tear from Gloria's eye.
"Thank you," she replied.
"I cannot strike down on thee who have asked for forgiveness to their sins. But Gloria, before you die, take a good look at yourself. Let it sink in on your appearance, on who you are so you'll have that memory forever in Heaven," Luke said.
"Ok," Gloria replied nodding with her tear stained face.
"Look into your eyes," Luke said grabbing a shattered piece of mirror from the floor, and placing it in front of her face. Gloria stared into her eyes. "You want to remember yourself as a beautiful good person. You shall see yourself for what you really are before you die," Luke said kindly. He slowly started to unbutton Gloria's over sweatshirt removing it, and gently pulling her t-shirt over her head. He took the leggings of her sweat pants, and slowly pulled them down. He unbuttoned her bra removing it, and took the final piece of clothing off which was her panties.
Gloria looked at her body.
"Thank you Luke," she said.
"Your welcome," Luke whispered back.
He placed his hand on her face slowly bringing it down over her chest down between her legs, Luke could see she had her eyes closed and was in an orgasmic state as he rested his hand in between her legs. He slowly moved his hand down her legs, and kissed her face.
He brought his hand up slowly bringing it over her eyelids, and closing them. She was dead.
Luke picked her body up taking her body to her room, and he gently rested her on her beautifully made bed.
"An angel dies on a bed," Luke whispered to himself. He walked into the garage of the house grabbing some gasoline, and unscrewing it. He dumped it all over the house, and knocked over some wine bottles on the counters. He took his lighter, and dropped it on the pile of the gasoline after turning it on. He slowly walked out of the house grabbing a trench coat he saw on the couch swinging it over his arms.
"God's servant walking through flames to stop evil," Luke whispered to himself as he watched the blazing fire from outside. "I will not fail you God," Luke whispered walking away.
