TBK: The Butterfly Killer
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The machine was much stronger than its appearance would suggest, at first Lilly was concerned it wouldn’t have the power to thrust, but that was a hypothesis laid to rest once the little white dial was twisted sufficiently. Mechanised whir copulated with gulps of pain as god’s rapist started to understand the physical pain of rape; unfortunately, he’d not be alive long enough to understand the psychological torture his love offers. Crucifix turned from dull metallic grey to a glistening ruby red, his already damaged rectum from yesterday's enema giving up, the pain was almost too much for rapist dear to bare, I’d no way of keeping him conscious as he faded in and out of the devil's protection. At first, I tried to slow the machine, but the resistance meant it would only operate at speed, as the cross was forced deep within, his stomach bulged outwards as internal organs were punched clear.
“Remember how you raped me father? How you pawed at me, Remember?” Spitting my words of hate and retribution upon him, my spittle almost as prolific as his bleeding, his pain. He tried to open his swollen mouth as if to attempt speaking, his lips moved, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. Nor I didn’t care, no amount of penitence was enough for his crimes, he and his child raping church could burn for all I cared.
“Their intolerance is taught in the same schools as their faith Elsbeth.”
“Yes, Ubel the original sin is religion itself.” My words now flowed freely with all the malevolence of a scorned and spitefully woman, of a child raped by gods hand.
“To believe absurdities is to commit atrocities Elizabeth.”
“Indeed, Lilly, religion only works for those who don’t have the education to question it.”
“Stop the machine Elizabeth, I think he wants to speak.”
By now I really wasn’t interested, but Lilly convinced me maybe he’d reveal a valuable gem of information. His pain subsided as the machine slowed to a stop, the room falling quiet from its robotic thrusting. His eyes looked hollow as if he’d been turned away from the pearly gates by God himself. He fished for saliva to attempt another speech as if reciting fiction would make him righteous.
“The - the V...V..atican knows.”
“Who at the Vatican?”
“E...E....E…Everyone.”
“This goes to the very top?”
“Y...Y..Y..es, h - he k..k...Knows.”
“Now I hope your God rejects you for your crimes.”
“But I die - a martyr!”
“Ahh yes, martyrdom the special club for murders and rapists Elsbeth.”
His last legible words drowned out by Ubel’s comment, he hadn’t died, but his strength was fading fast. He did try to form the word sorry, but I didn’t want his apology, I wanted his soul and the soul of the others, now thanks to the father I knew where to find them. The head of the serpent needed to be removed if humanity was to be free. The miracle of life was no longer going to be hijacked and destroyed by those with fictitious friends. The machine thrust back into life, forcing the last few breaths from the bastard before me.
The long sharp shiny tip of spear cut deep into flesh as I thrust it forward into his side if he admired his god so much then he could die like him. The symbolic spears cut didn’t run with blood, he’d lost most of that from God sodomising him, but the pain still registered, now with no more than a jolt of body. His head hung low as spirit within held tight with dying fist to a broken man, trying desperately not to be devoured by the legion of demons awaiting his arrival.
“He acted like a king, let's crown him as such Elsbeth.”
The spiky metal of the razor wire took time to cut and wrap, but it made a satanic silver crown of thorns, any murderous King would have been proud to die wearing. Twisting the new thorny symbol of monarchy upon his battered and bruised head, small trickles of fresh diamond red brilliance slowly ran from each wound of head. My final act of his communion with the abyss was a blessing with improvised holy water, the lye water was still strong and corrosive, the black rubber glove wasn't going to last long as I flicked the solution upon his defeated and dying body, I felt as if maybe there was a God, perhaps I was doing her work.
The moment lasted an eternity as I stood there naked in front of my childhood rapist and child murderer, his body jarring to each drop of the corrosive solution as I condemned his soul to the eternity of hell and damnation, now I wanted there to be a hell, I wanted his crimes to be punished throughout eternity. My moment of deliverance from my own abyss was halted as a tiny spot of lye dripped upon naked thigh. Pain exploded through me as if something or someone was telling me ‘enough’. Embracing the pain, I enjoyed the exhilaration of being alive, of completing my first pilgrimage of retribution.
Before me was the dying father, crucified upon his own five-pointed cross, anally raped, tortured, and about to be discarded for the consumed of all the creatures he believed his God created. My final task in his execution was to assist him in remaining conscious for as long as possible, his anus was damaged beyond repair, and he was still losing blood. When ordering the pentagram, I’d instructed the carpenter who made the timber cross to add a unique feature to the arrangement.
As the small steel pin pulled free from its hole, the entire pentagram began to move, slowly at first until the coil of spring gathered motion, unleashing its power, rotating a full and majestic 180 degrees. The blood red crucifix ripped from body, cannulas pulled free as rotation caused stress to overcome tape. Both drip stands ejected left and right, crashing to the ground, as the father came to a crashing halt, his head close to the floor, both feet sticking high into the air, the sign of his devil now complete, this warrior of a false idol now crucified upon an inverted pentagram.
“Seal the wound with god’s love Elsbeth dear, let him die feeling his god’s love inside.”
With raised brow of happiness I succumb to Ubel’s final request, pondering the artistic merits of such an act as I proceeded to cut tape from cross. This time assisting the cross into its new position with a simple thrust forcing it back to where this symbol of human control and suffering belonged.
Standing there before this unholy spectacle of vengeance, I stood awash with the emotion of elation, exonerating all my sins. Watching the ghosts of my past drift away, a soundtrack of sombreness started playing soulfully in my mind. The sombre piano key’s of Beethoven’s moonlight began to fall as the spectral nemesis I’d battled with so many years released her icy cold grip. Now I could now see the little girl who’d haunted me for over a decade crying an icy tear as she drifted from me. That day as the father lost his battle with life, so I did too.
All I could feel was my old life die, a new free invigorating life grew from within. No longer was I haunted by my past, by my memories, the ghosts of my lost loves and lover’s stood with me, I could feel them all. Laura, my sister holding my hand, her head resting upon shoulder as tear ran from eye, Rachael the other side comforting the little girl, my only childhood friend Emma as she held tightly to hand and leg. At that moment I felt free, I felt as if my life now had purpose to it. Finally, I could live my life for me, all the people that had hurt me were now no longer able to hurt others.
The perpetual thin hand spiralled as I stood there, old father time himself grew old finally succumbing to retirement, a solitary tear ran from beneath blue eye. Slowly it meandered its way down my cheek, like a lost raindrop upon windows pane, before dropping to the floor carrying away all my demons, all my fears.
“Never forget little-Boo.”
“Other’s still need you.”
“Never forget my beautiful little Lisa-Boo.”
The once haunting voice of my Siberian spectre drifted towards me as she slowly departed, finally I could see her with clarity, untrained by fear, pardoned from her solitary confinement of past crimes, free at last, floating before me, her arms reaching out. Her dirty dishevelled, once pretty pink dress flowing spectrally around her. The troubled young face of my abyss, beautiful innocents of stolen years consuming her, staring back at me. Behind
beautiful blue eyes all the agony of my lost childhood now lived, she cried consoled tears of relief, her last haunting words skating their icy passage towards me.
“Goodbye my pretty little Lisa-Boo, goodbye……”
Her spectral presents dissipating as she floated freely before me, her eyes locked upon mine growing in intensity as her body began to fade. My own abyss dissolving away, back to the cosmos of nothingness, her tiny broken face a mirror of mine from darker days, my own lost childhood was my haunting abyss, I was my darkness within.....
Acknowledgements
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The opinions and context these quotations are written within this publication do not represented the opinions thoughts or desires of any of the persons mentioned within.
Quotes
“My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.”
Dalai Lama
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Minister, Civil Rights Activist
“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Minister, Civil Rights Activist
“Science investigates; religion interprets. Science gives man knowledge, which is power; religion gives man wisdom, which is control. Science deals mainly with facts; religion deals mainly with values. The two are not rivals.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Minister, Civil Rights Activist
“To use the word is to remove the power of the word.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Minister, Civil Rights Activist
“The liberals in the House strongly resemble liberals I have known through the last two decades in the civil rights conflict. When it comes time to show on which side they will be counted, they excuse themselves.”
Shirley Chisholm
American Politician
Religion
Christians and Muslims alike who recognise these verses below will no doubt protest that they have been taken out of context, as indeed they have. I think the appropriate response to such a complaint is a simple question:
“What context would make these verses uplifting, inspiring or worthy of praise?”
Old & New Testaments
Leviticus 20:13 (cf. 18:22) declares it abominable for a man to lie with another man as with a woman, and both partners are to be executed.
Deuteronomy17:12 - Anyone arrogant enough to reject the verdict of the [holy man] who represents God must be put to death. Such evil must be purged.
Ezekiel 9:5 - Then I heard God say to the other men, “Follow him through the city and kill everyone whose forehead is not marked. Show no mercy; have no pity! Kill them all – old and young, girls and women and little children.
Leviticus 24:16 - Anyone who blasphemes God’s name must be stoned to death by the whole community of [believers].
Deuteronomy 13:7-12 - If your own full brother, or your son or daughter, or your beloved wife, or you intimate friend, entices you secretly to serve other gods, whom you and your fathers have not known, gods of any other nations, near at hand or far away, from one end of the earth to the other: do not yield to him or listen to him, nor look with pity upon him, to spare or shield him, but kill him. Your hand shall be the first raised to slay him; the rest of the people shall join in with you.
Quran or Hadith
Quran (7:80-84) - “...For ye practice your lusts on men in preference to women: ye are indeed a people transgressing beyond bounds.... And we rained down on them a shower (of brimstone)” - An account that is borrowed from the Biblical story of Sodom. Muslim scholars through the centuries have interpreted the “rain of stones” on the town as meaning that homosexuals should be stoned, since no other reason is given for the people’s destruction. (Inexplicably, the story is also repeated in suras 15:74, 27:58 and 29:40).
Quran (4:89) - “They wish that you should reject faith as they reject faith, and then you would be equal; therefore take not to yourselves friends of them, until they emigrate in the way of God; then, if they turn their backs, take them, and slay them wherever you find them; take not to yourselves any one of them as friend or helper.” Verse 4:65 says that those who have faith are in “full submission” to Muhammad’s teachings.
Sahih Bukhari (52:260) - “...The Prophet said, “If somebody (a Muslim) discards his religion, kill him.”
Quran (16:106) - Establishes that there are circumstances that can “compel” a Muslim to tell a lie.
Quran (3:28) - This verse tells Muslims not to take those outside the faith as friends, unless it is to “guard themselves” against danger, meaning that there are times when a Muslim should appear friendly to non-Muslims, even though they should not feel that way.
Music
“Firestarter” by The Prodigy, from the album “Fat of the land” 1996
Firestarter lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
“Let’s get it on” By Marvin Gaye, from the album of the same name 1973
Motown - Subsidiary label of Tamla Records.
An extra special thank-you to those listed below who’s music has inspired me and many others throughout history and will continue to do so.
“Für Elise” - Bagatelle No. 25
“Moonlight” - Piano sonata No. 14 in C-sharpe minor, Op. 27 No. 2
By Ludwig Van Beethoven - 1770-1827
“Toccata and Fugue” in D minor for organ
By Johann Sebastian Bach - 1685-1750
“Sawn Lake”
By Tchaikovsky - 1840-1893