To Hell With It

Get the Truth and Get Out

My tolerance had worn far too thin to the point of being non-existent and I had lost all sense of reality and morality. I made a steady pace backwards, my eyes still locked on the scene before me, which caused me to bump into something sturdy. I quickly whipped my head around just to see Father Johnathan glaring at me with the most malicious and sinful eyes I'd ever seen. "You should not have come here mortal, now you will forever be cursed for you have broken the most important law of OUR Dark Lord!" His voice was stern and vicious. He grabbed my arm firmly and began to pull me into an unknown direction. "You shall have to repent for your sins!" He shouted and kept his head straight, not even bothering to give me a moment's glance. "No! Let me go, Let me go!" I yanked my arm away from his rough hands and managed to free myself. He turned around swiftly and glared at me with his corrupted eyes. Without waiting another second my feet began moving into the direction I thought was in the exit and sped away as fast as I could. My hands were outstretched feeling and observing every texture and opening on the walls. Finally, I saw the exit to the library and accelerated even  more.

Once in the hallway I dashed towards the door and ran as quickly as I could to the parking lot. I forcefully busted the doors open and swiftly shifted my head from side to side trying to see where I had parked my car. I finally locked eyes with my shining silver escape bullet and dashed towards it. I dug into my bags for my keys and due to my fanatic state I accidentally dropped them on the ground. I let out a cry of frustration as I picked them up and tried to steady my shaky hands and put them into the door. I quickly glanced around to see Father Johnathan making brisk strides in my direction. I opened the car door, plopped myself in my seat and started the ignition. I shut the door almost as if I was about to break it, then put both feet on the gas pedal. I proceeded to make a sharp turn on the curve in front of the church and the screeching of the tires made me even more nervous. Before I could fully make the turn Father Johnathan suddenly stepped in the way of my car and my feet quickly stepped on the breaks. I stood still in the car not knowing what to do, as the driveway was very narrow. He stood there for a few moments then walked slowly towards my car’s headlights. Should I run him over?

My hands tightly grasped the steering wheel and I took a deep breath, contemplating whether or not making a cult leader roadkill was too drastic. His cold gaze filled my body with chills and goosebumps crawled everywhere. He finally spoke, but I could not hear him from the inside of my car, so I began to read his lips. I squinted my eyes to try and focus on the words that were spoken and I couldn't help but shiver even more. Every word slowed down in my mind as I analyzed them one by one:

 "Videtis. Vos. Sentire."

 I quickly stored the words in my mind, not knowing what they were at the time, but positive it was Latin. My eyebrows furrowed and I revved the engine of my car, giving a non-verbal warning. I'm pretty sure when people collide with cars you never see the vehicle in the hospital or casket. Surprisingly Father Johnathan simply gave a devilish smile and stepped out of the way. I forced my gaze on him and then sped off, more disturbed than I had ever been in my life. Going to the church I had intentions of exposing Father Johnathan as an embezzler, instead, I'd come to learn he was something far worse and mysterious than I had imagined. As a journalist, I've come to develop a habit of always wanting to seek the truth, and truth be told, I think I have gotten more than I'd bargained for.