God Hates Us All
5. Plans of attack
"MATTHEW!!!!! LOOK WHAT YOU LEFT ME TO!!!!!!!!"
Matt broke down as yet again visions of Valary haunted him in his bedroom. Matt honestly believed that Val HAD been sent to Hell, and had come back to torment and abuse him. Syn and Michelle had told him that it was a trick of the brain, that he was still grieving, and the horror of what he had seen combined with his guilt of not going with her that day was causing him to hallucinate. But Matt would not have any of it. Valary was haunting him straight from Hell, and he was suffering from it righteously.
The visions were always the same too. Val, all wild eyed, teeth bared, covered in blood and burns. Val, the woman he had once made love to and made a life with, screaming at him that it was all his fault and that when he was weakened that she and the Devil were coming back to slit his throat.
Matt cowered into a ball as the vision of Valary began beating him, attacking him, abusing him. When the attack stopped, Matt was black and blue, and bleeding. Valary smiled sweetly at him, before picking up a kitchen knife and slitting her own throat-
Matt shot upright out of bed and made to grab her, to stop her doing it, to hold her one more time, as she burst into flames in front of him.
What followed next woke up the neighbors. Matt started punching walls, slashing his own arms with the knife, screaming obsceneties, throwing furniture around. The old man next door reached for his rosary, making signs of the cross, praying for the tormented man next door... and reaching for his phone, thinking of calling the police. But suddenly, there was silence. The old man put the phone down, and went back to sleep.
Matt lay on the floor, panting. He was sticky with blood, his whole body hurt. He had been like this ever since the arrest and release of the bastards responsible for her murder. Arrested by the detectives that were with them in the hospital that day, Dobson and Ramirez. Happily backed up by the SWAT team that had transported Val's remains, Officer Guadelupa actually making a point to punch Michael Yahweh in his face. The police were heroes on that day, amongst the townspeople and the Avenged family. This was a positive turn for Avenged, especially Matt and Michelle... they started sleeping better at night, as did the rest of the band. But due to pressure from conservative lobby groups, plus corrupt elements in the Texas justice system, the killers were released. Furthermore, they would never be tried or prosecuted for the crime, an act that infuriated the police and threatened to destroy the Avenged family all over again. That was then that Matt started having his visions.
Matt lay awake much later, thinking of what he would like to do to the bastards who had killed Valary. He had some ideas in mind... half an hour later, he had the perfect plan. Easily pulled off, with no trace of it. Problem was, he thought, who would be willing to help him?
Johnny woke up on the sofa he shared with Madeleine in their temporary apartment. He was slightly hungover; looking around the room, he saw Zacky passed out on the floor, snoring away. Johnny crept quietly to the toilet, as he knew Zacky would wake easily. He could hear the unmistakeable snore of Synyster Gates coming from his bedroom. Syn and Michelle were sharing the apartment with Johnny and Madeleine for the time being, as they couldn't find anywhere safe in the town. Johnny did his business, and walked into the kitchen to make a coffee... and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Matt sitting in the chair.
"Jesus Christ Matt! Where the hell have you been?!" Johnny hissed quietly, hurrying to hug his friend. Matt returned the hug quickly, followed by a "sit down, Johnny". Johnny flicked the kettle and waited until boiling point, then hurriedly made a coffee for him and Matt. Only when Johnny put Matt's cup in front of him did Matt speak. "How've you been, man?" Matt asked. "Don't worry about me, I've been going okay... oh, I'm thinking of proposing to Maddie!" Johnny smiled. "Good to hear man, good to hear" Matt chuckled for a second then fixed Johnny with that stare that Johnny knew that this wasn't exactly a social call. "Matt, tell me, what have you been doing? None of us apart from occasionally Syn or Michelle have seen you, you look terrible-" Johnny never finished his sentence as Matt pulled up the sleeves of his hoodie, exposing an ugly artwork of slashes and cuts. Johnny's mouth fell open. Matt, sensing Johnny was about to start lecturing him, beat him to the punch: "Johnny, ever since those fuckers got out of jail for that shit they pulled on Val, she's been coming to me at random and attacking me, saying its my fault. And that can all stop".
Johnny couldn't believe what he had heard. Matt Sanders, one of the hardest men known to man, telling him that he was being attacked by his dead wife. And saying that it can all go away. Johnny had heard from Syn and Michelle what Matt was going through, but it was more of a medical diagnosis compared to this. But Johnny was curious to know what Matt had in mind, so he asked "what did you wanna do about it Matty?"
Matt smiled, an evil glint in his eye; "Those fuckers have a church building outside the city. Every Sunday they hold day-long services to empty their followers of their cash. 400 people in that building every Sunday. And Sunday's 3 days from now."
Johnny was perplexed: "Okay, I know that, but what's this have to do with finding evidence to put them all back in jail?" Matt snickered; Johnny squirmed in his seat, what was Matt playing at?
Matt's answer chilled him to the bone: "I'm not worried about them getting arrested. I'm going to bomb the church, with everyone of them fucks inside. Are you with me, Johnny?"
Matt broke down as yet again visions of Valary haunted him in his bedroom. Matt honestly believed that Val HAD been sent to Hell, and had come back to torment and abuse him. Syn and Michelle had told him that it was a trick of the brain, that he was still grieving, and the horror of what he had seen combined with his guilt of not going with her that day was causing him to hallucinate. But Matt would not have any of it. Valary was haunting him straight from Hell, and he was suffering from it righteously.
The visions were always the same too. Val, all wild eyed, teeth bared, covered in blood and burns. Val, the woman he had once made love to and made a life with, screaming at him that it was all his fault and that when he was weakened that she and the Devil were coming back to slit his throat.
Matt cowered into a ball as the vision of Valary began beating him, attacking him, abusing him. When the attack stopped, Matt was black and blue, and bleeding. Valary smiled sweetly at him, before picking up a kitchen knife and slitting her own throat-
Matt shot upright out of bed and made to grab her, to stop her doing it, to hold her one more time, as she burst into flames in front of him.
What followed next woke up the neighbors. Matt started punching walls, slashing his own arms with the knife, screaming obsceneties, throwing furniture around. The old man next door reached for his rosary, making signs of the cross, praying for the tormented man next door... and reaching for his phone, thinking of calling the police. But suddenly, there was silence. The old man put the phone down, and went back to sleep.
Matt lay on the floor, panting. He was sticky with blood, his whole body hurt. He had been like this ever since the arrest and release of the bastards responsible for her murder. Arrested by the detectives that were with them in the hospital that day, Dobson and Ramirez. Happily backed up by the SWAT team that had transported Val's remains, Officer Guadelupa actually making a point to punch Michael Yahweh in his face. The police were heroes on that day, amongst the townspeople and the Avenged family. This was a positive turn for Avenged, especially Matt and Michelle... they started sleeping better at night, as did the rest of the band. But due to pressure from conservative lobby groups, plus corrupt elements in the Texas justice system, the killers were released. Furthermore, they would never be tried or prosecuted for the crime, an act that infuriated the police and threatened to destroy the Avenged family all over again. That was then that Matt started having his visions.
Matt lay awake much later, thinking of what he would like to do to the bastards who had killed Valary. He had some ideas in mind... half an hour later, he had the perfect plan. Easily pulled off, with no trace of it. Problem was, he thought, who would be willing to help him?
Johnny woke up on the sofa he shared with Madeleine in their temporary apartment. He was slightly hungover; looking around the room, he saw Zacky passed out on the floor, snoring away. Johnny crept quietly to the toilet, as he knew Zacky would wake easily. He could hear the unmistakeable snore of Synyster Gates coming from his bedroom. Syn and Michelle were sharing the apartment with Johnny and Madeleine for the time being, as they couldn't find anywhere safe in the town. Johnny did his business, and walked into the kitchen to make a coffee... and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Matt sitting in the chair.
"Jesus Christ Matt! Where the hell have you been?!" Johnny hissed quietly, hurrying to hug his friend. Matt returned the hug quickly, followed by a "sit down, Johnny". Johnny flicked the kettle and waited until boiling point, then hurriedly made a coffee for him and Matt. Only when Johnny put Matt's cup in front of him did Matt speak. "How've you been, man?" Matt asked. "Don't worry about me, I've been going okay... oh, I'm thinking of proposing to Maddie!" Johnny smiled. "Good to hear man, good to hear" Matt chuckled for a second then fixed Johnny with that stare that Johnny knew that this wasn't exactly a social call. "Matt, tell me, what have you been doing? None of us apart from occasionally Syn or Michelle have seen you, you look terrible-" Johnny never finished his sentence as Matt pulled up the sleeves of his hoodie, exposing an ugly artwork of slashes and cuts. Johnny's mouth fell open. Matt, sensing Johnny was about to start lecturing him, beat him to the punch: "Johnny, ever since those fuckers got out of jail for that shit they pulled on Val, she's been coming to me at random and attacking me, saying its my fault. And that can all stop".
Johnny couldn't believe what he had heard. Matt Sanders, one of the hardest men known to man, telling him that he was being attacked by his dead wife. And saying that it can all go away. Johnny had heard from Syn and Michelle what Matt was going through, but it was more of a medical diagnosis compared to this. But Johnny was curious to know what Matt had in mind, so he asked "what did you wanna do about it Matty?"
Matt smiled, an evil glint in his eye; "Those fuckers have a church building outside the city. Every Sunday they hold day-long services to empty their followers of their cash. 400 people in that building every Sunday. And Sunday's 3 days from now."
Johnny was perplexed: "Okay, I know that, but what's this have to do with finding evidence to put them all back in jail?" Matt snickered; Johnny squirmed in his seat, what was Matt playing at?
Matt's answer chilled him to the bone: "I'm not worried about them getting arrested. I'm going to bomb the church, with everyone of them fucks inside. Are you with me, Johnny?"
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