A Furious Mia

You keep your cell phone out for the two hours Mia is gone. Finally you hear a knock.

“Jamaal, let me in.”

You open the door.

Her expression shocks you. It is one of primal rage.

“You! It’s all your fault my mom is gone!”

She charges at you, punching as hard as she can in a bezerk rage.

You simply grab her and hug her.

“I love you, Mia.”

Suddenly she just stops. She looks up at you confused.

“Mia, what happened?”

“The services…He was so certain, so righteous. I got so lost in his words.”

“What did he say?”

“I don’t really remember. They’re not going to let us leave, Jamaal.”

“Why do you say that?”

“There’s something here, something evil. We need to stop that preacher, kill him if necessary.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Completely. Do you trust me?”

“Completely.”

“We’re going to confront him. I’m going to get some things. I’ll be right back.”

Mia slips out. You’d think she was crazy, but the thought of demons roaming the earth is so much crazier.

In fifteen minutes she returns.

“I’ve got what we need.”

She puts down a handful of stuff. The are two handguns, some earplugs and a KKK robe. She hands you the robe.

“Here wear this.”

“What the fuck, girl! Are you crazy?”

“No, it’ll hide your face and you’ll fit in.”

“Oh, this is so fucking whacked.”

You slide on the robe and tuck a gun in your pants.

Mia slips on earplugs and puts the gun in her purse.

“Time to go to church.”

You follow her. The modern looking mega church looms before you.

You nearly bump into a woman exiting.

“Well, hi Mia. You here to see the Preacher John?”

Mia gives her a big smile. “Yes, I wanted to show off my new beau.”

“Much better choice, dear. It’s always so fulfilling to see another person join the flock.”

You cringe. Mia is right. You aren’t leaving this town alive.

With renewed determination you follow her back to the back of the church.

Two bearded, muscular, white men guard the door.

Mia grins at them. “Can I see the Preacher?”

“What for, missy?” The bigger one growls.

“I wanted to show my devotion and show off my new beau.”

They look at each other.

“The preacher is pretty sweet on you. You can pass.”

You enter through the door. The hallway is opulent. The floors are marble and the trim looks like it’s decorated with gold leaf.

You walk into a large open room. Expensive paintings adorn the walls. In the center of the room is a large hot tub.

In it sits a gray haired man. He looks distinguished and trustworthy. In the hot tub next to him is a young female parishioner. In front of him is another. She is naked. Her hair is blond and she is thin and curvy.

“Now Marie, do you know why the rapture didn’t take you?”

“Yes! It’s because of the blacks, the Jews and the Muslims. Their impure souls kept us here.” She growls anger and hate in her voice.

“Good girl. Come join me.”

She slips into the hot tub.

Mia begins walking toward him.

“Mia!” He grins at her. “What a nice surprise. I like your new boyfriends style.”

Mia reaches into her purse.

“Wait. You’re not yet one of us! Girls get him!”

Two large breasted, gorgeous girls sprint toward you. The preacher leaps from the hot tub with superhuman speed. He grabs Mia’s head and begins to whisper in her ear.

You push the first girl hard into the wall. She goes down in a heap. The blonde swings her fist at you. You catch it and send her flying. She seems dazed.

You turn to the preacher. He caresses Mia’s cheek.

“Naughty girl, using earplugs.”

He pops one out and resumes whispering.

You point the gun at him.

“Let her go or die.”

He laughs hysterically. You watch his body change. His eyes glow an evil red. His skin becomes a mottled purple. All of his limbs seem to be different lengths. Black pustules ooze acrid pus. He opens his mouth and it’s full of sharp teeth.

“Die? Hate never dies, boy. It spreads like an infection. One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes thousands.”

“I’ll shoot.”

“If you do I assure you it will kill your sweet little girlfriend.”

You hesitate. He resumes whispering in her ear. Suddenly, her hand grabs his cock and pulls. His head bobs up, as he screams in pain. You pull the trigger. His brains splatter behind him. He falls down, motionless.

You go over to Mia.

“Is he dead?”

“I…I think so.”

“Now what do we do?”