Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

False Idols

“The sadness given to you by the madman you named GOD is forgotten! His betrayal is naked, refusing your whispered cries while he shines in the emptiness—a forever at his beck and call. Repent, and give your faith to someone deserving, someone who will return what is given!” Syndal hisses through clenched teeth as he stares into Samantha’s eyes with an unwavering determination.

She smiles softly and slowly leans back in her chair, then looks over at Wright, who gazes back disapprovingly.

As her smile deflates, she clears her throat and rocks quickly forward, slapping the palms of her hands on the desk with dramatic flair.

“There is nothing you can say or do that will sway any of us to follow your demented cause, so save your words for the weak.”

He smiles broadly, his lips pressing together like waves crashing against a decaying cliff face. “I saw this video once—it was amazing. The things it did were obviously heavily brushed over with computer wizardry, but they conveyed a message that couldn’t be ignored. I’m sure if I explained it or even showed it to you, not only would it change your way of thinking, but you would be as amazed as I was, even with YOUR pessimistic outlook,” he says as he gestures towards them, each word escaping his lips drenched in sarcasm.

“B-B-But you won’t, will you?”

He looks over to Wright as his smile loses shape and twists itself into a maniacal grin. “It’s not that I won’t, it’s that I don’t want to, for you are not worthy to ride by my side, and quite simply,” he hisses through clenched teeth as he turns back to Samantha. “I don’t like you.”

She laughs loudly and crosses her arm across her heaving breasts as her lips curl. “First you want to fuck me, then you want to recruit me, and now you want me to go away,” she says as she thumps the desk powerfully once more. “Why don’t you make up your FUCKING mind!”

He presses his lips together, glances quickly over to Wright and winks playfully at him, then meets her monstrous gaze with his stony poker face. “This has never been about you, dear girl, for you have too many things going on that aren’t within my postcode of caring. This has always been about Shaun, and the offspring his seed will father.”

“W-W-What do y-you mean?” she stammers through trembling lips, casting a panicked glance at Wright. “H-H-H—”

Her words are cut short as Syndal is upon her quickly, his hands tightly clenched around her throat, squeezing the life from her as drool drips from his lips. “Mother is the Christian version of god, for she bears witness to the beginnings of life. But a mother can only birth so many in a lifetime, while a man, a father, he can impregnate the world,” he hisses in her face as the darkness drags her down like a freight train.