What Doesn’t Kill Her

My greatest thrill is watching as a sinner breathes his or her last, allowing me to bear witness as the Lord claims another soul. I never feel closer to God than when I have taken a life for Him and He is gathering one of his flock for final judgment.

Even the threat of a passing car or an approaching pedestrian is not enough to deter me as I stand transfixed at the exact moment the Lord is welcoming Levi’s soul home. The boy won’t be there long, I fear, as the likes of a sodomite like Levi would find his soul sent to Purgatory at best and more likely Eternal Fire. But even the worst sinner deserves a moment of grace, and a fair shot at the Lord’s mercy.

I have kept close watch on Jordan because she is God’s Reward to Me. But I have kept close watch on the sodomite Levi, as well, because he was blessed by God with a brain and of Jordan’s friends is the one most likely to block the Lord’s path. Without him, the others will dry up and blow away like fallen leaves, as his mind and skills are the tree to which they cling.

I gather Levi’s cell phone and his backpack with its laptop, even his wallet. If the police believe it’s a mugging gone awry, that may be all the distraction they need to go traipsing down the wrong path. They have shown themselves to be unworthy, stunted opponents in the past, and I have no cause to think they will do any better now. Certainly not the callow youth Pryor.

Even if they perceive the transparency of the mugging ruse, they will still never suspect that the real reason I have taken the laptop is to keep the information on it away from prying eyes.

Speaking of eyes, there’s just one task left to perform.

“If thy right eye offends thee...”