CLASH

Unleashing the Anger

Bryan looked out the window while the preacher drove the sedan in silence, only soothing blues music played over the radio….

“No worship songs…?!” Bryan said sarcastically, while his eyes were still looking out the window, looking at the gloomy sky.

“You want some….?” Said the preacher, who answered with silence from his passenger, and the blues kept playing until they reached a garage where the preacher parked his sedan…

“Come….” He said as he opened the door and stepped out of the sedan, which Bryan, reluctantly followed inside the garage….

“One room, please….” Said the preacher as he was handed the administration paper at the registration….

“What size are you…?” Asked the preacher to Bryan, who gave him his clothing and shoe sizes that the preacher filled in the form along with the other paper he then submitted to the

Bryan followed the operator towards the locker room and handed him a coverall, headgear, face shield, gum shield, medium duty gloves, and a pair of safety shoes which he reluctantly changed into…

Why am I doing this….? Why did I follow that man….? He thought as he looked at himself in the mirror, making sure his gear was correct.

He did feel weird that he was like a moth attracted by the light that made him follow the preacher, the man… No… The profession he despises the most….

Maybe because that man didn’t give him any of the speeches, or deliver verses to him, that makes him subconsciously follow the man, who is now standing in front of one of many rooms made the size of a twenty-foot shipping container.

“Go…. Unleash all your anger….” He said as the operator opened the door of the container and let Bryan set his foot in that rage-room….

Bryan looked around and saw a sledgehammer, a baseball bat, a big wrench was present…

Slowly he picked up the big wrench, tapping it on his palm before looking for an item to smash…

He looked around once again, and suddenly he saw the faces of those guards assaulting him…

“Yeaaarrrggggh!!!!” he shouts as he starts smashing the items in the room before he switches to the sledgehammer and continues smashing things….

With every blow, he felt his rage building up, until finally he saw his father was standing there in the room, laughing at him, mocking him….

You are worthless….

Bryan swung the baseball bat to find it hits object instead whereas his father disappears and reappear at different spot in the room

You and your mother were losers…. His father mocks him

He swung and another miss, the mist that manifested as his father

Your mother will surely go to hell, hahaha

He shouted from the top of his lungs as he went berserk, taking the baseball bat and, with the ultimate rage, bashing every item in the room….

Meanwhile, the reddish aura handsome figure, who manifested himself as the image of the man’s father smiled as he saw the rage in the man’s face…

Yes…. Yes… That’s it… you can do more… You can do better… the figure whispered, unheard to Bryan, who also couldn’t see that the whisper from the figure manifested as a thread of a dark aura that floated towards the raging man, split in two, which each of the thread seeps into his head and chest….

****

An eagle descended from the sky above and landed on the ledge of the rooftop of the garage….

Its eyes set on the preacher walking out of the garage….

As the man grabbed the handle of his sedan, he looked up at the roof, and saw the eagle gazing down on him….

Your turn... He said in his heart, smirking at the eagle before he entered his sedan and drove away, not long before he turned his gaze to a young woman, wearing a baseball cap over her long brunette hair that was tied running a ponytail, a bomber jacket over her body, khaki trousers and a pair of sneakers hurriedly runs towards the door….

****

“Maya! You’re late!” Shouts the manager of the garage as the woman, still panting, enters the locker room for the employee…

“Sorry Dave! The bus got a flat tire…” She said, catching her breath as she explained her situation to the manager…

“Yeah, and what will be your next excuse, eh?” Said the manager, angrily, towards the woman hurriedly went to punch her card…

“Didn’t I share my video with the group, Dave…?” She said, opening the bomber jacket that covers her employee’s short-sleeved polo shirt and rammed it to her locker, along with her hat and tidying her ponytail, touched a little makeup over her pleasant to look kind of face….

“Just don’t make a habit out of it, okay….” Said the manager to the young woman, who didn’t answer but put both her hands at her locker, bowed her head, and closed her eyes…

The manager groans and leaves the girl to pray….

****

The eagle squawks as it hears the prayer coming from the girl….

A white aura that radiates from its body seeps through the roof in the shape of a thread that seeps into her chest….

*****

Bryan was panting…. He feels a little light-headed, slumps on the floor of the room, his back against the wall….

He was looking around the room…. He didn’t see the manifestation of his father anymore, and somehow, looking at the damage he caused in the room, he felt relieved….

Taking a deep breath, he then supports himself with the baseball bat before returning the bat to its place and pressing the button that rings the bell, showing that he had finished…

The lovely face of the young woman stunned him for a moment when, along his way to the locker room, he had to make a stop at the towel booth where the young woman was stationed….

Maya.... He said the name in his heart as his eyes caught the name printed on the ID card hanging on a lanyard over her chest.…

“Thanks…” He said, receiving the towel from the girl who smiled politely at him…

She had a lovely smile… He thought as he went to get his shower and change his clothes, while at the same time, Maya had the very same thought as the man entering the locker room.

“He has a sincere smile…. And quite handsome too….

*****

Feeling fresh after taking a shower in the locker room, he then went to look for the preacher who was nowhere to be found.

“Bryan…?” asked the front office officer, which made the man turn his head and approach the administration desk where the front office hand him a piece of paper.

Sorry to bail on you…. I have an exorcism to conduct….

I already called my friend to pick you up….

Bryan frowned and felt a little angry when reading the message…

Everybody left…. He thought, just as the front door opened…

“Bryan…?”

The man raised his head and looked at a beautiful girl, wearing black mascara and black lipstick, with raven black short-undercut hair, an upside-down shape of a cross as her earrings, wearing a long black sleeved shirt, a pair of black leather gloves, black denim, black military boots over her feet.

“Um, yes….?” He said, while wandering in his heart….

She is Luc’s friend…? How…?

The girl answered by a nudge on her head, gesturing him to follow her outside the garage where he saw a red mustang with a black stripe in the middle waiting for them….

“Where should I drive you…?” She said as she turned on the car and revved the engine….

The eagle shoots up and hovers and circles up in the sky, as its eyes look down, looking at the route the mustang uses that leads to the trailer park…