Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

My Name

“Damn it, Damien, let them go, they’re innocent!”

“Never! No one is innocent! Every one of these fucks, every single fucking one, has sin on their souls, and they’ll all pay the price. So is my word, so it shall be!” he says, gripping the blade tightly as he slashes it into the air violently, coming to a stop in front of his face. Sweat trickles down his brow, and his eyes widen as he stares into Damien’s hateful gaze. Slowly, he reaches a nervous hand up to the blade and pushes it away.

“Steady on there, sunshine. I’m not the enemy here.”

“Are you sure?” Damien demanded, his voice trembling with anger. “Because you goddamn sound like it. We went into this on the same page, with the same designs, and now you side with the sinners?”

“I don’t side with the sinners. I’m just saying these are kids, virgins, masturbators at best. They haven’t sinned, not really. Their dirt is lightweight, cleanable. They deserve a chance to be redeemed, to wash their sins away, like we all did as we became adults.”

“They deserve my blade, nothing less. A sin is a sin, no matter what age. Right and wrong is still something they know, they understand. If we let them walk, what message is that sending to the others? What standards are being set? They must face their sins. They must pay!” he says, as he turns to the three boys, all cowering before him.

“Look inside them, see what…”

“I see sinners, sinners who’ll only be in front of my blade again if I let them go. What I do today, I do to save the future! I do because that is our role, that is what we are here for, to judge.”

“The fuck? You can’t know, you can’t see what they’ll become, you can only guess! Let them go, let them prove you wrong.”

One of the boys casts a quick glance up at him and then back down. “We’re so fucked, he’s going to kill us if we don’t do something,” he hisses to the other two.

“Do fucking what? He’s bigger, faster, and has a fucking sword. What can we do to stop him?”

“I don’t know, but we have to do something, anything. FUCK! We need to make our move now, while he’s arguing with himself,” he says, as he quickly looks up again, into Damien’s bloodshot eyes, his lips twisted into a snarl.

“Guess who won the argument?” he growls as he attacks.