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There’s Nothing Wrong with Me 5
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…
Fink turned and gave a leery grin to Billie Joe. “Go home. You don’t want to see what’s about to happen here. I can assure you.”
Billie Joe saw more than sadistic lust in the eyes of the devil; pure evil was reflected in those flashing green eyes. He scrambled, stood, grabbed his clothes, and ran. And he didn’t look back.
Fink turned back to gaze at the naked and trembling man before him, licking his lips wickedly. His teeth flashed in the flickering fire from the barrels all around him. “You’re my God, Strychnine? Isn’t that what you said?” He clasped his hand around the other man’s neck.
Strychnine grasped desperately at Fink’s wrist, trying to pull the vice grip away from his air supply. His legs kicked uselessly, his nails sinking into the skin of the Devil’s arm. Tears swam in his vision as he tried desperately to free himself. His air was trickling to it’s end. Just when he thought it was over for him, the grip released.
“Wait until you see what I’ve got in store for you, Strychnine. I’ll teach you to ruin my fun.” A deranged laugh tore through Fink’s lips, and Strychnine glared up at him determined.
….I shall fear no evil.
Billie ran as fast as he could back to his home. His heart thudded, jolts of electric fear panging through it mercilessly. His feet struck the ground hard; the sounds echoing and pounding in his ears. His breath came in fragile shudders.
The door opened with a loud bang as he rushed up to his room, digging through his drawers desperately.
“Billie Joe?” Adrienne peeked in at him frantically. “Billie Joe, what are you doing?”
He ignored her, pulling out clothes and letting them fly through the air and fall wherever they pleased. His nails dug at the wood, his thoughts in only one place.
“Billie! Answer me!” Her voice became a louder screech with each passing second.
Billie let out a cry of triumph as he found what he was looking for, shoving it into his pocket. He turned to head out the door, but before he could leave, his wife was latched to his arm.
“Beej, where are you going?! We can work this out!” He yanked his arm from her hold and made back to the door, not even bothering to look at her. He was back on the streets before she could let out another tattered cry.
Deliver me.
Strychnine screamed as there was a clang of metal. Fink laughed cruelly as he continued on with his work. “You know what I love most in the bible, Strychnine?” The Devil didn’t bother to pause for an answer and continued on. “God loved Lucifer because he was the best of the angels, right?” There was another clang; another scream. “And Lucifer loved God because he was beautiful…and hated him for choosing another, correct?” Strychnine screamed in unimaginable pain. “Tell me Strychnine; will you die for my sins?” He pounded the last nail the final time and pulled back to examine his handiwork. The good Reverend was crucified to the floor.
Fink’s fingers scratched viciously into the pale skin of the holy man. Twitch gritted his teeth, trying not to give the Devil the satisfaction of hearing him utter another cry. He could feel the blood leaking through his palms. “Did you think, Strychnine, that I would really be alright with you playing with Billie? Do you think I would tolerate being replaced” The Devil sneered in his face.
I shall not want.
Billie struggled to find his way back to the wicked warehouse; the hell in which the Devil of his mind would be practicing his malevolent rituals. The Reverend who had never been unkind to him, the Reverend who had watched out for him, the Reverend who was inevitably a part of him; his God was at the mercy of the Devil. But not for long.
Puddles splashed beneath him; like blood spatters in his brain. This couldn’t end well, he knew that for certain. A shadow had fallen over him; so dark and intrusive. He didn’t ask to walk with the Devil; it was forced upon him cruelly. What he wouldn’t give to go back to the way things were; to his life before.
But it was too late to look back now. His path was unraveling before him, and he’d be damned if he just stood there and didn’t follow it.
Nothing shall by any means hurt you.
The Devil licked the trickle of blood flowing from the clean cut on God’s cheek, the knife held loosely in his hands. The Devil exhaled calmly, a slow smile forming on his face. “You’re blood is sweeter than any wine, Strychnine. Did you know?” He let out a throaty chuckle as the holy man beneath him shuddered in disgust. “You’re my favorite flavor.”
The knife struck again, this time making a small slash against the man’s chest. His lip was bleeding as his teeth tore them apart, he could feel it. The Devil’s tongue was there, lapping up the blood from his chest like a kitten does milk. The crimson tears streamed through the smooth line in his tender flesh. The Devil took a mouthful of the crimson liquid and brought his lips up to the tortured man’s own; forcing his mouth open with his tongue and making him taste his own essence.
The Devil pulled back, his teeth stained scarlet and contorted into a terrifying grin. Strychnine’s very soul seemed to shiver at the nefarious look in those crazed eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Strychnine…” Black nailed fingers trailed across his body. “So very beautiful…if only you hadn’t betrayed me; you might have enjoyed this too.” And just like that, those black nails were ripping into his flesh as the Devil’s cock penetrated him.
Strychnine did scream this time, letting all his pain and anguish be vocalized. The Devil by name of Fink thrust in again without waiting for Strychnine to adjust. He gripped the fragile man’s hips roughly, leaving crescent shaped trails of blood in his wake. He thrust hard and fast, enjoying the damage he was doing to the holy man. Strychnine’s agonized screams merely served to fuel his cruelty farther. Finally, the Devil came, crying out in pleasure. He pulled out from the battered and abused Reverend below him and stood with a cruel smirk. “I’ll be back, Strychnine. I’ve got another surprise for you.”
Where the fuck is God?
Billie Joe peeked into the warehouse warily. He saw the Reverend Strychnine Twitch lying on the floor, bloodied and tattered. Seeing no sign of Fink, he rushed into the room, kneeling by the Rev’s side. “Twitch…Twitch it’s Beej. I’m gonna get you out of here.” He promised quietly.
Oh. There you are.
He was disgusted to find nails in the holy man’s hands. He shuddered as the tortured man looked up at him with pain glazed eyes. “Billie Boy? You shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe!”
“Shhh.” Billie put a hand over Twitch’s mouth as he took the hammer beside him and pulled out the first of the nails. Twitch’s body arched in pain and tears streamed from his eyes. Billie, swallowing down bile, pulled out the other one. “We have to hurry! We have to get you to a hospital!” He whispered.
“No one’s going anywhere.” Billie turned to see the Devil standing in the doorway, glaring viciously. Spite radiated from the masked man; enough so to make Billie feel as though he was dying just from looking into those dark green eyes.
Oh Lord, save this poor child…
Billie swallowed the lump in his throat and narrowed his eyes up to the Devil. He was sick of playing victim to this sadistic motherfucker. His hand twitched. He looked behind him, to the fallen priest. “Get out of here, Twitch. Get to the hospital.”
Fink lifted his knife, and in the other hand a taser. “I said no one leaves!” He growled angrily. Billie flinched for a moment before standing his ground.
“Go Twitch. I’ll handle him.”
Please God, bless his pure soul.
“I ain’t leavin’ you behind to clean up my mess, Billie Babe.” Twitch’s bloody fingertips grazed the man’s black hair. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did.”
He felt tears flowing down his cheeks; no longer from pain, but in understanding. He knew what was to come now. Never before had he so longed for divine intervention never before had he truly imagined praying to God. But here he was, ready to fall to his hands and knees if that was what it took.
“Aww, how sweet.” The Devil mocked with a leer.
“Fuck you!” Billie screamed. “Fuck you! I’ll kill you!” He had never so longed to see a man’s life end.
The Devil let out an inhuman screech, lunging for Billie Joe. At the same moment, Billie’s hand twitched towards his pocket. Fink was atop him within moments. The Devil’s fists pounded down into Billie’s face. The knife nicked his cheek and he felt the blood trickled down. He brought his arms up, wrapping his hands tightly around the masked man’s throat. Fink’s eyes widened and he struggled to take in air. His left hand came to the side of Billie’s neck, and he flipped a switch. The next thing Billie knew, there were volts of electricity coursing through him.
He screamed in pain, his hands releasing the other man’s throat and instead just throwing punches at him wherever he could get them in. The hit into the man’s chest, his jaw, his nose, his arms. Fink growled and smirked, moving the taser down to Billie’s groin. The level of noise ripping from the singer’s voice increased tenfold. Tears flowed freely as he pulled out handful’s of the Devil’s hair. Fink ran the knife across Billie’s stomach, carving out an F.
His smirk was cruel as Billie’s body spasmed in pain. He released Fink’s hair and moved back towards his pocket desperately.
“Enough games, Armstrong.”
Fuck God, don’t let this happen.
The Reverend Strychnine Twitch watched as the Devil thrust the knife downwards into his savior. Billie’s face contorted in pain and he stared up at said Devil for a long and agonized moment. Slowly he brought up his arms towards the Devil. There was a flash, a bang, and Wilhelm Fink fell dead to the ground, a bullet in his head.
Our father in heaven…
Twitch fell to Billie Joe’s side, his body racked with sobs. “C’mon now, Beej, stay with me.” His hoarse voice pleaded. He grasped at the wounded man’s hands with his own bloodied and broken ones. “Fuck Beej, keep breathing!”
Hallowed be thy name…
Billie Joe’s vision blurred painfully. He could see smears, blurs, shadows. He heard word, sounds that funneled through his ears incomprehensibly. It hurt to breathe; hurt to be. He felt moisture in his eyes, but the tears didn’t fall.
“You have to stay with me!”
Thy kingdom come…
It was as if his insides were all being ripped apart. Every nerve within is body screamed in pain. He couldn’t hear his heart beating; as if it was afraid the noise would tear it apart. He gasped and struggled for breath; struggled to hear the sounds around him, to make sense of them.
Thy will be done…
“Fuck it, Beej! I’ll do anything! Fucking anything! Just don’t give up!”
The moment replayed in flashes in his mind. The lunge, the stab, the shot… They flickered before his eyes like a scene from a movie. He saw the look of shock and horror in Fink’s eyes as the barrel touched his head; saw the blood that spattered from his skull as he fell lifeless. He had killed a man. And now he was dying.
On Earth as it is in Heaven…
There was blackness and peace, if only for a moment. A curtain like haze falling over his pain. He could still hear the words -such desperate words- but they seemed even more faded now. It was like he was trapped under water, pitch as black. He struggled to pull above the waves, but to no avail. They crashed onto him, one by one; leaving muffled pleas in his ears.
“Just hold on!”
Give us this day our daily bread…
It was an unbearable pressure; pushing him under. His body ached, his soul was tired; he didn’t feel like fighting anymore. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the dark. No more pain, no more torture….just an endless black abyss.
“Billie, no!”
And forgive our trespasses…
He thought of his kids; of Joseph and Jakob. Where would they be without their father? Who would provide for them? Who would teach them? Who would watch them grow? He wish he had a voice; wished there was someone to hear it. He would have begged them to stand by his little boys’ sides; to guide them through this storm.
As we forgive those who trespass against us…
He thought of his wife; of Adrienne. Would she blame herself for not being able to stop him from leaving? Would she be strong enough to go on? Could she still raise their children? Who would watch over her? He wished he had a voice; wished there was someone to hear it. He would have begged them to tell her he wasn’t angry, that he loved her.
And lead us not into temptation…
He thought of the Rev; of Strychnine Twitch. Would he make it alright? Could he survive the holes in his hands? Where would he go? How would he live? What would be come of the drunken preacher man now? He wished he had a voice; wished there was someone to hear it. He would have begged them to get Twitch to safety; begged them to save his life.
But deliver us from evil…
He thought of the Devil; of Wilhelm Fink. Was the bastard paying for what he had done? Was he burning in hell? Did he feel the pain as the bullet plunged into his skull; the same pain that Billie felt as the knife plunged into his flesh? He wished he had a voice; wished that Fink could hear him. He would have screamed and cursed him with the last of his breath; would have condemned him to the worst hell imaginable.
For thine is the kingdom…
“Billie Joe, just stay with me! Please, Billie, wake up! I need you!”
He tried to make his eyes open, to see who was calling him. He wanted to tell them that it was ok, to let him go. He needed to reassure them. They’re pleas were so desperate; so tattered and torn. He just wanted to let them know it was ok.
“Beej!”
And the power…
“Beej, it’s me; Adrienne! It’s your wife! Stay with me baby!” He could feel hot droplets fall upon his face as he forced his eyes open. He smiled weakly upon seeing her face. He could hear the beep of machinery around him. They faltered here and there, and he knew it was the end.
“Twitch…Twitch…” He gasped out.
“Beej.’ He heard in soft reply.
And the glory…
Billie heard the beeps speeding and slowing randomly. He felt his chest constrict; felt the pain return. Where was Twitch? Why was only Adrienne saying his name? Where was the preacher? Where was his other self?
“Billie! Stay with me!”
Forever and ever….
“Where…are you…Twitch? Why can’t I…find you?” He murmured in a panic.
“Billie please!” Came his wife’s agonized cry. He felt a sharp pang in his chest, heard the sound of a flat lining heart monitor.
“And I shall fear no evil.”
“Oh…there you are…”
A/N: I cannot believe that I just killed off Billie Joe….I’ve been dreading writing this final part since part 1 when I figured the ending out. I’ve spent the better half of this part bawling my eyes out. Special thanks to Villiagegreen for bearing through the heartbreak with me and being my Beta reader. Without her urging me on, I never would have been able to bring myself to finish writing it.
Oh, and here's where I give credit where credit is due. Special thanks to SaintSuburbia who got me hooked on saying "kinky finky", to Dragon013 for making me decide to do it Twitch/Fink here in the end instead of Beej/Fink. (Same basic ending, just switched positions). Special thanks to Villiagegreen who's Rev never failed to inspire me. And of course, thanks to everyone reading this that kept me going.