THE PARALELLICON – Chapter 1

She Kindly Stopped For Me

Megan Huntsman sat quietly in her jail cell, as she heard the footsteps echo down the long concrete hall.  She welcomed the footsteps, because without them there was the loud reverberating tick tock of the second hand as it passed.  To her, every second was a minute, every minute an hour, every hour an eternity.  

Her hawk nose stuck out as her eyes faced down towards the concrete floor.

As the priest stood in front of the cell, the door ratcheted open. The priest sat down across from her, calmly placing his people stole around his neck, “In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti. What do you wish to confess my child?”

Megan began sobbing before the ordained minister, “Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I have done so much in my life that I am ashamed of. I’ve mothered six children, and killed them all.”

“The babies you buried in the backyard?”

“Yes.”

“Go on my child.”

“The last one I strangled with a hair tie.”

“And their father?”

“I shot him with his own shotgun, but he deserved it father. He made me kill those babies, and in return he kept giving me the meth I wanted.”

“In order to seek God’s forgiveness, we must accept responsibility for or actions.”

Megan looked into his eyes, and then began to cry again, “I know I’m going to Hell father,I know that.I just wish the voices would stop father, they make me so scared of what’s a-comin’.”

The priest asked confusedly, “Voices? You’ve never said anything about voices before.”

“It’s the voice of a woman father. I keep hearing her taunting me, like she’s coming for me, like how Jesus was tempted on the cross. She wants me.I can feel the heat of her breath. She wants me and I don’t know why.”

“I… uhm … bow your head child, and pray with me, through this holy anointing may the Lord in his love and mercy help you with the grace of the Holy Spirit. May the Lord who frees you from sin save you and raise you up. Be kind to Your little children, Lord; that is what we ask of You as their Tutor.”

The peaceful scene was interrupted by the warden clearing his throat, “It’s time.” 

As Megan walked down the long sterile hallway towards the execution chamber, she was wrapped with fear, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Do you fear death?” Said a whispering, startling voice.  The prison guards accompanying her pressed forward.

“Why my child do you gasp the empty fruitless air?” 

Megan shivered with terror at the unrecognizable voice.

“Give your ear to my prayer, and let me save you from your wretched fate.”

Megan’s eyes poured with tears of terror and confusion.  

“Join me, and serve as one of my midwives.  All these things I will give you if you fall down and do an act of worship to me.”

As Megan approached the execution chamber door, she could see the electric chair, causing her to fall to her knees.

The experienced guards lost no time in lifting her up and dragging her to the rusted metal and wooden throne.

As the guards strapped her in, she couldn’t stop hearing the whispering feminine voice, “Do you accept?”

Through choked cries, Megan timidly consented, “Yes… yes I do…”

And with a whoosh of energy, she felt a presence surge through her body.  Losing all control of her muscles, she began speaking in tongues, “Εκάτη, Σκούρο One, ακούω λόγου μου, Φέρτε τη δικαιοσύνη τώρα, ζητώ από σένα!”

The gallery of witnesses sat there dumbfounded by this sudden burst of excitement from the restrained woman.  

“Σωστά τα λάθη που έχουν γίνει, Εκδικηθείτε με τώρα, Ω Παντοδύναμος.”

The guard approached her, and began to place a blindfold and gag on her, but before he could, she jolted forward and bit his finger off with her bare teeth.  

The guard recoiled back in pain as Megan kept screaming, “Γυρίστε την ατυχία σε εκείνους, που προκαλούν τα προβλήματα και τα δεινά μου.”

“Pull the dam switch!” Shouted one of the guards.

Megan stopped her chanting and began screaming with the power of a banshee.  The Guards and witnesses were doubled over in pain from the sheer volume.

Megan’s eyes rolled back into her head, as the glass of the execution chamber started to crack.  

The warden pushed forward, and pulled the execution switch, and a swell of electricity flooded her system.

The lights dimmed, while others set ablaze and exploded.   

A burst of light illuminated the cramp execution chamber, and as they all shielded their eyes from the light and heat, they couldn’t see Megan’s body as it burst into a ball of flames, and disappeared.