Confessions Chapter 4
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Chapter 4. It is time to repent or is it?

Confessions Chapter 4

Those last three words knocked the air out of the priest’s lungs. A cold chill rushed down his spine. The nervousness came back to him in an instant. He knew that he could not break the confidentiality of the confessional but at the same time he knew this man was a murderer.

And just to make things even more complicated this man seemed to be claiming he is possessed. Father Damien gathered himself together trying not to look concerned. “May I ask why?”, the priest asked attempting to appear undisturbed.

Mason remained locked in his stare at the priest on the other side of the table. It was then that the priest realised that this man had not yet blinked while telling him about what he had done. This unnerved him more. His hands had already started to feel moist and he could feel his brow getting warmer. Mason on the other hand had now leaned back in his seat.

His arms relaxed on the armrests, legs crossed with one knee over the over. “Because Father…..that was the first!”, Mason retorted back softly. “There have been four others since then. Four people that crossed my path and will cross no more. I don’t know who they were and quite frankly I do not care.

I stabbed one persons eyes with my fingers and listened to them squeal in agony while the blood flowed down their face before I slit their throat. Another had the pleasure of me scalping their head, skinning their head to the bone and then smashing it into the wall. The shattering of bone was such sweet music to my ears. Then there was a screamer so I had to cut out their tongue.

That one was tricky because I didn’t have anything sharp to hand. It didn’t matter, a broken piece of glass worked just as good. After I got rid of the tongue it was straight in the belly for that glass and slice that fat from side to side and watch them bleed to death, unable to scream. The last one was just the other day. Parents really should not let their children play in the street.

You never know what could be out there waiting for them. Poor child never stood a chance. His neck was so soft. So easy to break. Really no effort at all. One minute he was crying and crack….he was not” The priest was horrified at this rendition of events. He sat there mortified not knowing what to say. Disgust written all over his face.

He could not fathom how this man was sitting there calm as anything , saying all these things that he had done. All these acts of beastly terror. “What’s the matter Father? You have nothing to say?”, taunted Mason. “Do you not feel anything?” “Nope”

“You truly are a horrible man!”, the priest could not contain his disgust any longer. “Come come now holy man. Why the judgement?” “They were all God’s children” “Not anymore”

The priest could not believe the nonchalant way Mason was answering him. To him it was not human. No compassion, no feeling, no empathy, no sign of care at all. “Why did you take their lives?”, asked the Father desperate to find a reason. “It was fun”

“How?” “Oh dear Father”, Mason replied mockingly. “You do not know what you are missing” “You did not answer the question!” “Maybe I don’t want to”

By now the nervousness that was in the priest had changed to anger. He was not getting any direct answers from this man and that frustrated him. “Why have you come here?” “Why do you think Father?” “I do not know”, the priest responded playing dumb.

“This is a church?” “Yes” “You are a priest?” “Yes” “I told you this is my confession” “Yes”

“ And that something inside of me is making me kill” “Yes”, Father Damien whispered with a perplexed look on his face. “Are you asking for an exorcism?” Just hearing that word, exorcism, brought a smile to Mason’s face. He uncrossed his legs and clasped his hands in front of his face.

The smile growing larger as he tilted his head back and for a split second looked at the ceiling. Then very slowly brought his face back down to settle at eye level with the face of the clergy man. The smile now gone, replaced with a look that could turn a person to stone. Three lines appeared on the brow, eyebrows came together and the corners of his lips no longer curved upwards.

For a moment Mason just stared at this man of the cloth. This man of conviction to his faith. Silence deafened the room as the pair stared in deadlock. Then out of nowhere Mason burst into laughter. The eruption bounced off the walls in an instant. A look of confusion came over the priest. Mason quickly settled down his laughter and looked mockingly at the priest.

“Do you really think that is why I am here?”, Mason asked. “Right now I do not know”, the priest replied hesitantly.

“Do you really think that is why I am here?”, Mason asked. “Right now I do not know”, the priest replied hesitantly. “Father….Father…..Father! It is not an exorcism that I want. ”

“Do you really think that is why I am here?”, Mason asked. “Right now I do not know”, the priest replied hesitantly. “Father….Father…..Father! It is not an exorcism that I want. What I want….....

“Do you really think that is why I am here?”, Mason asked. “Right now I do not know”, the priest replied hesitantly. “Father….Father…..Father! It is not an exorcism that I want. What I want….....IS YOU!”

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