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| Only with Faith and Guns | |
| By Nick | ||||||||||||||
| 31 July 2008 | ||||||||||||||
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With this story, I've tried to take on-board the advice I've been given so far from the GW community. Comments, as always, much appreciated Mike's hands are chained to a desk, he's sitting uncomfortably on a plastic chair, looking apprehensively at his captor. The room's pure white, with bright lights running the length of the ceiling. It's windowless and despite the brightness, depressing. The only thing that's out of character with the room are his black steel handcuffs. “Why have I been arrested?” Mike says with a little trepidation. His captor just stares at him as he paces the room muttering to himself. It sounds a little bit like a prayer or he could just be insane. Mike starts to wonder what the hell he's done to be arrested and thrown in a room with this big, hulking brute of a man. He maybe wearing a perfectly tailored suit but a smartly dressed Gorilla is still just a Gorilla. Finally, after what seems like hours, his captor speaks “Who is your God?”. “What do you mean, my God, mmm I'm well..” stutters Mike. “Who is your God? The question is simple enough. What religion are you?”. “I'm well, mmm well I'm Jewish.” Mike stutters, while the first drops of sweat form on his brow. His captor stops pacing and looks up to the ceiling, nodding slightly as he does so. He then moves his massive frame to within inches of Mike's face and slowly whispers “ah Jewish, the murderers of Christ, you're a heathen, an outcast, an infidel but most of all, you're my enemy.”. The Gorilla moves back from Mike, pauses, then slams his massive palms onto the table. He raises his voice to just slightly louder than a whisper “My God demands that I make others believe in Him. I am here to persuade you to repent your sins and convert to the only true religion.”. Mike looks startled and tries to move away from his captor but discovers his rigid white chair is bolted to the floor. He tries to stare back at this giant of a man, but can only look at his sky blue eyes for milliseconds at a time. Mike then concentrates on the man's small, flat nose and says with as much courage as he can muster “what if I don't, you know, convert to your religion. I'm Jewish and proud.”. He continues but with a bit more pride and authority “I'm not going to change my religion just because you asked me too. I maybe handcuffed and at your mercy but this is 21st century Britain, this is a free country. I can worship who I want.”. With that his captor starts to roar in laughter and after a few seconds, looks up to the ceiling again and says “did you hear that, this little monkey thinks it's a free country and he can worship who he chooses.”. He laughs again while staring right at Mike. With a bit more menace in his voice he reverts to whispering “you think this is a free country. This country has never been free. Money controls everything and we've plenty of that. Big business use to rule but now it's our time, religion has always been very profitable.”. Really struggling in his chair, Mike's almost in full panic mode now. He's locked in a room, with some religious zealot, who has grand plans for world domination. The Gorilla moves away from Mike, he adjusts his white collar and puts his hands in his pockets and continues his diatribe “we're here to stop the moral decline of this once great nation. We will convert everyone to our faith or we'll send them to hell. If you're not with us, then your against us. God is tired of waiting for everyone to 'make their choice', he has decreed that only with faith and guns can mankind survive. You either get some faith or you can die.”. With that he pulls a gun out of his pocket and slams it onto the desk. Mike jumps in his chair and with a look of fear, stares at the gun and starts muttering “you, you can't do this, I'm a British citizen, I pay my taxes, I'm free, I'm free, we worship the same God, religion doesn't matter, you can't do this, you can't do this.”. He stops speaking when his captor picks up the gun and points it at his head “confess your sins and convert to Catholicism you dirty Jew bastard or I'll bury you.”. Mike starts to wrestle with his handcuffs but they won't budge. He knows he's in trouble and there is no way out. He starts to mutter a last prayer but his captor interrupts him “I will not have your filthy chants in my house. You Jews are so blind, look at your history. Nobody loves you, not even God.”. A tear runs down Mike's cheek like the first raindrop of the coming storm. The Gorilla doesn't notice and continues “that's the difference between us, our God loves me but he never forgave you for killing his only son, mankind is against you and you can't even see it. You just keep limping along like some booby prize in a cosmic contest.”. By now Mike's tears are free flowing and he doesn't care. “Don't take it personally, we have it out for all fake religions not just yours but I always feel most righteous when it's one of your kind, you know revenge for Christ and all that. Knowing his time has come to an end, Mike takes a deep breathe, sits straight up in his chair while wiping away the tears and says “My God is your God but my religion is my own, you can never take that away from me. I will never repent my faith.”. With the outburst done, Mike sits back in his chair and waits for his fate.. The priest cocks his gun, looks to the ceiling, smiles, nods and with no compassion, stares back at Mike and says “May Hell burn hotter with you there”.
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