Post by Felix Falora on Jan 31, 2009 17:26:52 GMT -5
The children, they might've well as been children compared to him, were thrown into the church, tied and gagged as they were. None of them had done anything wrong, but it was not about what they had done, but what they were. Lawrence stood over them and noticed one girl trying to squirm her way to freedom before kicking her back with the others. "This is what you get for defying the word of our sacred father," he said.
"Please... we have not sinned," a teenage boy said. "We've done nothing wrong! We don't deserve...!"
"Silence!" Lawrence whipped out his gun and pierced the boy's head with the pull of a trigger. The other children began to cry. "There is no mercy for heathens such as yourselves. All I can do as I rid the earth of you is pray that the Lord will take mercy on your souls and wash you clean instead of sending you down to burn." Despite sounding like a caring priest, he looked like an egotistical maniac as he said that. With that, he drenched all the children with gasoline and they began screaming, knowing what was to happen next.
"Farewell... May the Lord have mercy on your souls." With that, Lawrence lit a match, threw it at the gasoline covered children, and turned, walking away. The church immediately grew ablaze as the fire lit. Children screamed in pain, dying slowly, unable to move due to the restraints about them, their skin turning to ash, blood turning to steam. Some were fortunate to die quickly, but others had to suffer. The screams were soon muffled, however, as Lawrence had closed the doors to the church and immediately went on his way.
"Please... we have not sinned," a teenage boy said. "We've done nothing wrong! We don't deserve...!"
"Silence!" Lawrence whipped out his gun and pierced the boy's head with the pull of a trigger. The other children began to cry. "There is no mercy for heathens such as yourselves. All I can do as I rid the earth of you is pray that the Lord will take mercy on your souls and wash you clean instead of sending you down to burn." Despite sounding like a caring priest, he looked like an egotistical maniac as he said that. With that, he drenched all the children with gasoline and they began screaming, knowing what was to happen next.
"Farewell... May the Lord have mercy on your souls." With that, Lawrence lit a match, threw it at the gasoline covered children, and turned, walking away. The church immediately grew ablaze as the fire lit. Children screamed in pain, dying slowly, unable to move due to the restraints about them, their skin turning to ash, blood turning to steam. Some were fortunate to die quickly, but others had to suffer. The screams were soon muffled, however, as Lawrence had closed the doors to the church and immediately went on his way.
