We were completely alone in the cold, eerie darkness of the catholic church.
Both unable to open our mouths and utter blocks of sound with attached meaning. Neither of us wanting to.
I had just confessed to murder.
How I'd sliced up Terrance's crew.
How it wasn't enough.
I described how I went looking for more.
How I drank the blood of my victims.
There was a darkness inside me.
A darkness that could never die.
A darkness that I couldn't kill.
How many people had I killed in the last month?
How many lives ended, stories ended?
How many families destroyed?
Destroyed by this uncontrollable monster inside me.
The silence stretched endlessly onward.
And then I finally asked him how he could be so calm.
It terrified me.
How could he be so calm?
so quiet?
I had expected him to call the authorities.
had begged him to.
"what happens in this booth is confidential....between you and god." he said.
He told me how it was not in him to judge.
That he left judgement to the most high.
The one God of the universe.
"BUT I'VE MURDERED PEOPLE".
"That is between you and God".
I didn't want to kill anybody else, couldn't kill another soul.
Another innocent soul.
Our eyes met, and with them a communication.
I saw forgiveness in him. In God.
I knew then that he saw good in me. Saw good in everything.
I knew then that he was a real priest.
Not one of these scoundrels who molest children.
I sincerely thanked him for his time and quickly headed out.
"Where will you go"?
"To do what'ts right"
I said it with my back still to him.
Only stopping for a second.
Then I continued out the door and down the steps.
.....The station was far.....
I went to the nearest payphone and called the police.
TO BE CONTINUED
Read part one here