Page 135 of Hostile Saint

“Don’t you wish you hadn’t raped my wife?”

Shaking in agony, he sneered, “I loved fucking her—Ahhh!”

I stared at the Y I had just carved into his chest, right through his dark robe. “Mrs. Young doesn’t appreciate your tone.”

Pain had him wincing and breathless. “Wh-What happened t-to you?”

A grizzly chuckle erupted from my uncarved chest. “Is it not clear?” After climbing further up his body, to now sit on his chest and hold his arms down with my bent legs, I sliced my new initials in his forehead: HS. “You made this saint hostile.”

“W-What?”

I sat up straight, hearing my dog in a fight. “Ah! The next one is ready!” I shrugged down at the boy about to die. “It is time for me to go, which means—”

“No!” yelled Jake, right before I sliced his throat, blood splattering to my face.

War paint.

Back on my feet, I did my body roll warm-up, preparing for a gruesome kill. Then, feeling completely off-kilter, I skipped toward screams. “I’m coming, Charlie Boy.”

With teeth rips in his robe, I found Crow up a tree, trying to shoo my dog away by throwing little broken branches at him. Of course, it didn’t work.

With a sharp, bloody blade in my grip, I crossed my arms and peered up. “Crow, how’s it going? Ready for torture?”

Screaming, “Fuck you!” spit and fear flew through the air.

I smiled up at him. “I think I am going to gut you.” I nodded. “Yes, that sounds very entertaining.” Glancing at my dog, I asked, “What do you think, Charlie? Oh no,” I wiped under his snout, “you have some of Jarod’s skin sticking to your chin.”

The pitifully hopeless cry from up in the tree lent freedom to my tainted spirit.

I sang out, “Crow, come on down.”

“No! You’re fucking insane—”

Bang went my gun. I looked at the hole now in the tree. “Oh, darn, I am very new at this gun thing.” I aimed farther up. “Let’s try again.”

Crow was a trapped animal, trying to climb higher. “Stop it!”

I closed one eye, hoping it would help my aim. “Now, why would I do that?” Bang!

“Fuck!”

I perked up. “I got ya?” I aimed again. “How about that! Closing one eye actually helps.” Bang!

A body fell from the tree with a delicious thud… I didn’t even know where I’d hit him, nor did I care. He was still alive; therefore, I was able to get to gutting.

With a foot on each side of his paralyzed body, I stated, “Huh, Karma is truly a bitch, ain’t she? You’re in shock, unable to move, unable to defend yourself, just like my Pretty Girl.” I squatted over him and whispered, “Just like I was when you raped her.”

Having sudden memories of him sliding in and out of my wife, with her blond hair moving in the dirt as he moved… true anger finally found me.

With hideous slowness, I slid my knife down his brown cloak, exposing his chest and stomach.

Tears slid from his eyes…

“She cried, too.” My blade filleted his stomach open. “So many tears caused by you.”

Deep groans, coming from his heaving chest, told me he was in extreme pain.

“Her tears are acid drops on my heart. Burning away empathy. Burning away any sympathy I should have… for you. Now, you must pay for every drop you made her spill.”