CLASH

Now, you Believe

The young couple giggled as they both kissed while, with haste, seeking a secluded place during the beautiful morning while most of the people were running around the stadium….

“Come…” Said the young man, as his eyes set at the secluded cleft of the emergency exit…

“Kyaaa….!”

The young man ran like hell while his girlfriend fell on her bottom, shocked at the sight of the dried corpse of the security guard….

****

The security camera shows the investigators the young man in his hoodie, forced entry from the back of the stadium…

“Did you recognize this man, Pastor….?” Said the investigator towards the Pastor along with his assistant, Samantha, who was called as witness’ during the process of investigation held at the conference room of the building….

“Unfortunately, I am…” Said the Pastor…. “He is Bryan…. My son….”

The investigators were looking at each other before the leader of the investigation asked the Pastor…

“Care to explain why he came through the back door?”

The Pastor's look was gloomy….

“We had a divorce, my wife and I, about ten years ago….” The pastor said, which was a common fact known to the people….

And it was quite a stir back then….

Some people said it was his fault that he focused more on his sermon than on his family.

But those who were devout said he was a man of God, he belonged to the people, and his family should be proud of that and support him all the way….

And those who were his felt triumphant as they saw The Pastor flourishing in prosperity, that his disciples grew in numbers, and they witnessed some of the devout become more and more blessed. That makes others believe….

“But why did he use the back door?” Asks the investigator….

“That, I don’t honestly know…” Said the Pastor…. “I am giving my sermon by then, and I don’t make any restrictions or ban him…. He can always come anytime he wanted…. Despite my former wife's vow not to take anything that comes from me, even forbid my son to engage in any communication with me….”

A bit of silence fell in the room until the investigator cleared his throat and continued with his questions….

“Care to explain this situation, Pastor…?”

And the monitor shows the bodyguards beating Bryan outside the stadium….

“I didn’t order that…” He said flatly, which makes the interrogators set their eyes towards Samantha, who looks calm and says….

“My order was clear, escort the man outside the building…. They did that against my orders…. We have made a formal complaint to the security provider…” Explained Samantha, handing the complaint letter to the investigator….

“Then why did they do that….?”

“I don’t know, they could be devotees of our Pastor, and they think sending that kind of message was a necessity….” Said Samantha….

The investigator thought about it for a moment and then….

“Dear God…!” The pastor exclaims, turning his sight to the side, pushing the photos of the dead security, while Samantha looked astonished by the photos…

The body was sucked dry, leaving the corpse looking like a mummy, with the eyelids open, revealing pitch black eyes.

“Did you have any idea what would cause this, Pastor….?” Asked the investigator, spreading the photos on the table….

“I don’t know….” Said the Pastor….

“Could it be one of those one third of the angel thrown from heaven above, Pastor…?” Said the investigator, sarcastically….

Samantha looked at the man angrily, but the Pastor put his hand over his assistant's forehand, calming her down…

“As a matter of fact, it can, officer…. There are rulers of the sky who wish to take as many as possible, if not all, those who are devout in our Lord….”

The investigator snorted, that made his colleague look at him disapprovingly….

“Pardon my colleague, Pastor…. Do you think that your son is capable of doing such a thing…?”

“He himself? He cannot…. But if he asks about the darkness, it might be possible….” Explains the Pastor…

“Like from Satan himself, what you mean…?” Said the sceptic investigator, sniggering….

Samantha stands up abruptly…. Her eyes were fiery towards the man.

“Enough, John….!” Said his colleague….

“Ah come on, Andrew….” Replied the rude investigator, abruptly turned the laptop in front of his colleague towards the Pastor and Samantha, and played another footage….

“Does this look like Satan to you, Pastor…?” He said sarcastically as the footage shows the young lady's interaction with the security….

“No, but evil can take many forms….”

The Pastor was cut short as the rude investigator threw his hands up and turned away from them…

“Sorry, Sirs…” Said Samantha with anger in her voice…. “We came here to give our statements, not to face this mockery of our faith…. If you think that we are spouting nonsense, then by all means, explain how a body can be dried to a mummified state in one night…. We have heard your questions enough, Sirs…. It’s time for you to have another question asked through our lawyer…. Good day… Pastor, please…”

****

“What were you thinking, John? You’ve just made our leads clamp up and lawyers up!” Shout the investigator supervisor, inside his office after he hears the results of the interview…

“Their answer will always be the same, boss…. Blaming it on some mythical entity…. We know for a fact that his son came, brought an accomplice, killed the security, made an attempt on his father but failed…” John spoke up his mind….

“You knew…? Were you there? Did you see them come together? Why didn’t you do something, then? Why didn’t you stop the pastor's son? Or the accomplice…?” Asked the supervisor angrily, looking at John, who apparently fell silent….

“Andrew, just try to get that Pastor's son to come here…. And you, John, just go home…. You’ve done enough damage for today…” Said the supervisor to both agents….

****

“What a bunch of idiots…” Grunts John as he enters his unkempt, one-bedroom apartment, tossing his keys recklessly to a bowl on top of a drawer next to the door….

He then opened his suit and tossed it onto a single seat sofa, removing his tie, tossed it on the table full of newspapers, magazines, and some paper and plastic plates….

Unbuttoned two upper buttons on his hem, rolling his sleeves, he went to a small table next to another sofa, where he picked up a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler next to it, slamming himself to the sofa, on settled across a TV set, putting his weapon and shield on the table before turning the tv, he raises his legs to the table in front of him, and started to fill his tumbler and drinks his whiskey….

****

“Goddamned it!” He groaned as the buzzer sounded at his door, forced himself to get up from the sofa and look through the peephole…

What in the world…? He asked in surprise as he opened the door, and saw Samantha, still in the same attire she wore in the interview, a white blouse, a black V-neck sweater over it, a black span skirt, and a pair of loafers on her feet….

“Sorry, but I don’t have time for Jesus…” He said sarcastically towards the young woman who stood still, fixing her gaze on him….

Sighing, John then opens his door, slides aside, letting her enter his apartment….

Samantha looked around the dirty apartment, but made no comment but went for the single-seat sofa where the suit was still lying helplessly…

“Please, have a seat….” John said, after grabbing his suit, so his unexpected guess could take her seat….

“Sorry, no tea, no coffee….” He said, nudging his bottle of whiskey…

“That will do…” Said Samantha, to his surprise, as she grabbed the tumbler, half full of whiskey from under his nose, and took a big sip…

“So, what do you want…?” Said John, unimpressed by what Samantha did….

“To ask you, why did you hate us so much…?” Answered Samantha, looking at the agent…

“Because your kind were all fake … Spouting nonsense about the supernatural, while everything could be explained”, he said, taking back his tumbler and gulping the rest of the whiskey, before refilling it and giving it to the young woman who took another big sip….

“So, for you, that security condition was a fake…?” She challenged….

“I haven’t figured out that part, but there is a method to dry the body effectively, and its location, which is close to an exhaust, could explain that situation” he said, defending his position….

Samantha finished her drink and handed the glass to the man, gesturing for another fill…

John looked at the young woman, removed her sweater, unbuttoned two of her blouse buttons, and received the glass from him, after he gulped it a little…

“So, you never believe in any supernatural phenomena…?” She asked….

“Not for a long time…” John replied, drinking his whiskey straight from the bottle this time….

“That’s your bathroom…?” She asks, pointing in the direction which John nods his head to…

****

The TV was still playing a rerun of a police story series, but John was looking at the bathroom where the young woman entered, not closing its door, and not long before a flushing sound came out from inside…

John gulped his whiskey down as Samantha, completely naked, coming out of the bathroom, went straight towards him, sitting on his lap, facing him….

“Let's see if I can change your mind about supernatural phenomena…” She said, holding the side of his jaw and started kissing him passionately….

Her hips rocked atop his still covered groin, while his rough hand caressed the delicate skin on her back, on her padded hips and buttocks…

She tore his shirt, making his button fly all over the place….

She then undoes his belt, opening his zipper, while his hands groping her perky breast….

He pulled his trousers a little, just below his scrotum, and moaned as his erect pole was pressed by her wet, warm, moist labia, which caressed his shaft rhythmically along with her rocking movement….

“Nggghhhhh!’ They both moan as she guides his erect shaft and lets it slowly slide inside her love canal….

She keeps on rocking, letting his hand grope her anywhere he likes, letting his mouth suckle on his n*****s, tickling them with his tongue…

She keeps on rocking until she feels that he is ready to explode….

“What the hell….?!” John shouted, with his eyes wide open in disbelief as the young woman riding him turned to the lovely brunette that he saw in the footage, now grinning at him, showing the row of sharp teeth, while two black horns protrude from her forehead, the bat wings squelching out of her back, and the pointy tail dancing from her perfect bottom…

And then with one hard push, pressing her bottom down hard, making his erect shaft bury deep inside her love canal, making the man couldn't help himself but to ejaculate, and with fear, feels his life was sucked out of his body….

“Now you believe….” She said, smiling as she looked at the dried body of the agent, then opened the window of his balcony, standing there, naked as her hair became raven black, short-undercut, her curvy body turned slender, and flew away up to the midnight sky….