God Hates Us All
14. Vengeance
Michael Yahweh sat back in his limo, which was cruising along a lonely road in the deserts of deep Texas. He chuckled as the air conditioning circulated around his compartment in the limo, leaving his 2 goons in the front to sweat. Such fools! Michael, in truth, hated all of his followers and saw them as expendable; his charm would win him many more followers for years to come. He glanced at the dead girl who lay beside him and thought back to 3 hours before: she was a pretty girl, about 18-19, who had been spotted obviously waiting for a lift from work. Yahweh had wanted her on sight, to make her a wife of his; the girl was dragged by one goon into the limo, screaming, crying and pleading to be released. Yahweh showed no mercy as he ravaged her body, beating her badly along the way. The girl was a bloody, hysterical mess after he finished. Yahweh ordered her to stay with him as his wife, the girl refused. She was silent when he attacked her again. He remembered her look of defiance as he finally tired of her and put a knife to her throat, cutting from ear to ear. He had so enjoyed her.
He was on his way to dump her body in the desert, to be eaten by vultures, therefore making another victim of his disappear. He had learnt his lesson after killing Valary DiBennedetto, to be more careful when disposing of evidence. He would just throw her down a cliff, then make the long drive back to the compound.
The two men driving Yahweh were sweating profusely in the front when one of their cell phones rang. The big, bearded Hispanic mountain man pulled it out and answered "Hello?" "Adolfo, nice to hear your voice!" the voice on the other end gloated, "do you have my Christmas present?" "Yes sir, we have it in storage in the back" the man called Adolfo answered. "Very good, now be careful, it's fragile" the mystery man said before breaking the connection. Adolfo smiled at his fellow driver, who looked confused. He had been talked into this dastardly cult as a young boy and had been trying to get out for years. The mystery man had come to him out of the blue and offered him $300,000 to give his leader Yahweh up. Adolfo had a young family, who all suffered abuse at Yahweh's hands. His wife, Sofia, was in hiding with the children in a motel somewhere, being looked after by the mystery man. Adolfo trusted this guy for some reason- the size of this guy, coupled with his tattoos, would scare most intruders away.
Adolfo pulled up across from the ordinary-looking blue van. His colleague looked at him strangely. "Adolfo, why are we stopping?". Adolfo looked at him grimly as he pulled a handgun from his coat, pointing it at the man's head, and opened fire. The man fell dead. Adolfo was aware of a scuffle in the back, heard Yahweh scream; he looked out the window as his now former abuser was dragged across to the van, screaming, by the mystery man with the tattoos and muscles. His accomplice, tall, thin, with black long hair and dark brown eyes, strolled to Adolfo in the driver's seat with a backpack. Adolfo guessed it contained the money. "Very good Adolfo" the man smiled, handing Adolfo the bag, "it's all there. Counted it myself." "Thank you Syn" Adolfo said, remembering what the guy called himself, "now I can leave this godforsaken country with my family, go back to Mexico!" "Good luck down there brother" Syn smiled, walking off. As Adolfo sped away, Syn looked at Matt, who had removed the dead girl from the car and was now pouring gasoline on it, "there's a slaughterhouse about half hour away from here. Let's take the fucker there. I paid off the night guard, he's jackin' off to porn from Johnny's house." Matt smiled, said nothing: finally, vengeance would be his.
Yahweh screamed as the electricity pumped its way through his body again. He struggled against the chains holding him strapped to the gurney, but it was a futile effort. He could no longer see what was happening around him, as Matt had punctured his eyes with a nail gun. His tongue was also useless, could no longer speak, as Syn had forced as razorblade into his mouth and punched him, forcing him to chew on it. Matt and Syn had nothing to ask him; this was the piece of shit responsible for the deaths of Val, Michelle, Joey and those poor fans of theirs in the park. They instead screamed obscenities and insults at him as they tortured him, beat his body. How he would be killed would make world headlines.
"As your executioner, do you have anything final to say to your worthless brethren?" Matt hissed, pure evil etched all over his face as Yahweh hung, crucified, from a makeshift cross erected on the slaughterhouse killing floor, candles lit. Matt had adorned him with a wig and a beard, all fashioned from the hair of the dead girl. Her body was now hopefully on the way to the morgue, as Syn had placed an anonymous call to the Texas State Police about the body. Syn had found some barbed wire used to build the fences to keep the stock in the yards, and had wound a crown of thorns tightly around Yahweh's head. Yahweh screamed, Syn trained the video camera on him. "Speak" Syn ordered, sounding very much like the Devil. "Yahweh spoke best he could through his mangled tongue: "I AM DE SHAVVVIAHH! DE MESSSHIA!!! MAY TTHEESH ANIBALS FALL IN DE NAME OF MME! MAYY THEESH DEFFULSSH BUUURN IN HELL FORREVVA!!!" Matt smiled, as him and Syn stood side by side: "Michael Yahweh, we wish you a very merry journey. Down to the Devil's show, to be his guest forever!" Syn and Matt started walking out of the building, turning on the fire sprinklers as they left, leaving the water-proof video camera recording Yahweh's inevitable final moments. Matt and Syn started laughing as they drove away, knowing full well that the sprinklers weren't exactly spouting water. An omnious smoke started emitting from the slaughterhouse chimneys as they placed an anonymous call to the police regarding a hostage situation.
Police, firefighters, paramedics and military personnel raced towards the now on fire slaughterhouse, with news crews in hot pursuit. Pulling up haphazardly in the parking lot, all present scrambled out, the firefighters racing to contain the fire, paramedics on standby for casualties, the police and military entering the huge complex with guns drawn, the news crews and reporters capturing what was happening to be transmitted to televisions worldwide. Among the police first to enter the building were Agents Givens and Mullen, with their Delta Force colleague Dusty bringing up the rear. As they and the various SWAT teams, Sherriff's Department officers and Marines split up and started searching every inch of the building, Dusty heard a faint scream. "Boys, I think our hostage is in that killing floor!" Dusty shouted. Givens and Mullen immediately started following Dusty, reaching the doors to the killing room. Finding the doors left unlocked, Dusty tossed a flashbang through the door as Givens kicked it in. Rifles at the ready, the 3 men entered the room to find a terrifying sight.
Pure anguish and pain dominated Yahweh's body as the flames caught alight, the fire working its way up slowly on the cross from the candles, spurred on by what smelt like gasoline coming from the fire sprinklers. Dusty's flashbang, however, had accelerated the fire furiously, with the result that Yahweh was slowly burning to death right before their eyes. Yahweh couldn't see the 3 men now battling to extinguish the blaze... he could see that his eyes were slowly regaining vision. And all he saw was fire, heard screaming beyond what he ever heard on Earth. Saw dark, frightening-looking figures approaching him, hands grabbing him, pulling him below...
The blaze was now under control. Suprisingly, the slaughterhouse itself had only suffered superficial damage. There were only 2 bodies at the scene; one security guard, who had been found dead of a self-inflicted gunshot to the head in the security office. The other body, though badly burned and mutilated, had yielded identification which stated him as a Michael George West. 'Michael Yahweh huh?' Givens thought, 'well you went out with a bang, didn't you?' Dusty and Mullen were gravely observing the body. They were thinking that while it was one more death to have investigated, they also couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Half their problem had been solved. With Yahweh dead, the cult responsible for starting the shitstorm would bring itself undone, would be quickly rounded up by the army and detained. But Givens, Dusty and Mullen knew that there was still one more thing to do: stop Matt Sanders and Brian Haner.
He was on his way to dump her body in the desert, to be eaten by vultures, therefore making another victim of his disappear. He had learnt his lesson after killing Valary DiBennedetto, to be more careful when disposing of evidence. He would just throw her down a cliff, then make the long drive back to the compound.
The two men driving Yahweh were sweating profusely in the front when one of their cell phones rang. The big, bearded Hispanic mountain man pulled it out and answered "Hello?" "Adolfo, nice to hear your voice!" the voice on the other end gloated, "do you have my Christmas present?" "Yes sir, we have it in storage in the back" the man called Adolfo answered. "Very good, now be careful, it's fragile" the mystery man said before breaking the connection. Adolfo smiled at his fellow driver, who looked confused. He had been talked into this dastardly cult as a young boy and had been trying to get out for years. The mystery man had come to him out of the blue and offered him $300,000 to give his leader Yahweh up. Adolfo had a young family, who all suffered abuse at Yahweh's hands. His wife, Sofia, was in hiding with the children in a motel somewhere, being looked after by the mystery man. Adolfo trusted this guy for some reason- the size of this guy, coupled with his tattoos, would scare most intruders away.
Adolfo pulled up across from the ordinary-looking blue van. His colleague looked at him strangely. "Adolfo, why are we stopping?". Adolfo looked at him grimly as he pulled a handgun from his coat, pointing it at the man's head, and opened fire. The man fell dead. Adolfo was aware of a scuffle in the back, heard Yahweh scream; he looked out the window as his now former abuser was dragged across to the van, screaming, by the mystery man with the tattoos and muscles. His accomplice, tall, thin, with black long hair and dark brown eyes, strolled to Adolfo in the driver's seat with a backpack. Adolfo guessed it contained the money. "Very good Adolfo" the man smiled, handing Adolfo the bag, "it's all there. Counted it myself." "Thank you Syn" Adolfo said, remembering what the guy called himself, "now I can leave this godforsaken country with my family, go back to Mexico!" "Good luck down there brother" Syn smiled, walking off. As Adolfo sped away, Syn looked at Matt, who had removed the dead girl from the car and was now pouring gasoline on it, "there's a slaughterhouse about half hour away from here. Let's take the fucker there. I paid off the night guard, he's jackin' off to porn from Johnny's house." Matt smiled, said nothing: finally, vengeance would be his.
Yahweh screamed as the electricity pumped its way through his body again. He struggled against the chains holding him strapped to the gurney, but it was a futile effort. He could no longer see what was happening around him, as Matt had punctured his eyes with a nail gun. His tongue was also useless, could no longer speak, as Syn had forced as razorblade into his mouth and punched him, forcing him to chew on it. Matt and Syn had nothing to ask him; this was the piece of shit responsible for the deaths of Val, Michelle, Joey and those poor fans of theirs in the park. They instead screamed obscenities and insults at him as they tortured him, beat his body. How he would be killed would make world headlines.
"As your executioner, do you have anything final to say to your worthless brethren?" Matt hissed, pure evil etched all over his face as Yahweh hung, crucified, from a makeshift cross erected on the slaughterhouse killing floor, candles lit. Matt had adorned him with a wig and a beard, all fashioned from the hair of the dead girl. Her body was now hopefully on the way to the morgue, as Syn had placed an anonymous call to the Texas State Police about the body. Syn had found some barbed wire used to build the fences to keep the stock in the yards, and had wound a crown of thorns tightly around Yahweh's head. Yahweh screamed, Syn trained the video camera on him. "Speak" Syn ordered, sounding very much like the Devil. "Yahweh spoke best he could through his mangled tongue: "I AM DE SHAVVVIAHH! DE MESSSHIA!!! MAY TTHEESH ANIBALS FALL IN DE NAME OF MME! MAYY THEESH DEFFULSSH BUUURN IN HELL FORREVVA!!!" Matt smiled, as him and Syn stood side by side: "Michael Yahweh, we wish you a very merry journey. Down to the Devil's show, to be his guest forever!" Syn and Matt started walking out of the building, turning on the fire sprinklers as they left, leaving the water-proof video camera recording Yahweh's inevitable final moments. Matt and Syn started laughing as they drove away, knowing full well that the sprinklers weren't exactly spouting water. An omnious smoke started emitting from the slaughterhouse chimneys as they placed an anonymous call to the police regarding a hostage situation.
Police, firefighters, paramedics and military personnel raced towards the now on fire slaughterhouse, with news crews in hot pursuit. Pulling up haphazardly in the parking lot, all present scrambled out, the firefighters racing to contain the fire, paramedics on standby for casualties, the police and military entering the huge complex with guns drawn, the news crews and reporters capturing what was happening to be transmitted to televisions worldwide. Among the police first to enter the building were Agents Givens and Mullen, with their Delta Force colleague Dusty bringing up the rear. As they and the various SWAT teams, Sherriff's Department officers and Marines split up and started searching every inch of the building, Dusty heard a faint scream. "Boys, I think our hostage is in that killing floor!" Dusty shouted. Givens and Mullen immediately started following Dusty, reaching the doors to the killing room. Finding the doors left unlocked, Dusty tossed a flashbang through the door as Givens kicked it in. Rifles at the ready, the 3 men entered the room to find a terrifying sight.
Pure anguish and pain dominated Yahweh's body as the flames caught alight, the fire working its way up slowly on the cross from the candles, spurred on by what smelt like gasoline coming from the fire sprinklers. Dusty's flashbang, however, had accelerated the fire furiously, with the result that Yahweh was slowly burning to death right before their eyes. Yahweh couldn't see the 3 men now battling to extinguish the blaze... he could see that his eyes were slowly regaining vision. And all he saw was fire, heard screaming beyond what he ever heard on Earth. Saw dark, frightening-looking figures approaching him, hands grabbing him, pulling him below...
The blaze was now under control. Suprisingly, the slaughterhouse itself had only suffered superficial damage. There were only 2 bodies at the scene; one security guard, who had been found dead of a self-inflicted gunshot to the head in the security office. The other body, though badly burned and mutilated, had yielded identification which stated him as a Michael George West. 'Michael Yahweh huh?' Givens thought, 'well you went out with a bang, didn't you?' Dusty and Mullen were gravely observing the body. They were thinking that while it was one more death to have investigated, they also couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Half their problem had been solved. With Yahweh dead, the cult responsible for starting the shitstorm would bring itself undone, would be quickly rounded up by the army and detained. But Givens, Dusty and Mullen knew that there was still one more thing to do: stop Matt Sanders and Brian Haner.
10/8/13