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George walked through Las Vegas. His eyes dancing over the food and possible smorgas board. His hands were tucked into his tweed coat. His black slacks kicking out from under the coat. He had to be pius, and reverant, how utterly terrifying. He moved through Las Vegas and into the quieter parts of the city and found a church. He slipped through the massive doors. He laughed to himself, All are welcome in my house. George slipped into a pew and sat down looking at the layout. He eyed the small books that were in the small pockets on the back of the pew in front of him. He grabbed them both, a book of hymns and the misselette. He flipped through them both. Good, the layout of the mass and responses. Good good.
Suddenly someone sat down next to him, "Good evening."
George looked to the side and placed the books back. He stared a little, it was the pastor of the church. "Evening." Dammit. He was just supposed to slip in, either see a mass or find a way to copy it. He had the books. He looked away from the pastor to see there was no one else. George sat with his fingers interlaced and his elbows on his knees. "How are you, pastor?" George could hear his own uneasiness with the words.
"Oh, I'm fine." The old man was in his 60's. Grey hair, but full and thick. His bushy eyebrows kinda made him look older than he was. His face wasn't wrinkled, but it was worn. His eyes were sunk a little. His eyes sparkled with wisdom of many years. "You seem troubled? Could I offer you some council?"
George let a smirk pull on the side of his face, "No, I believe I am fine. Also, I think I'm far past council at this stage of life." George laughed to himself, "I think I'm lost to His ears." I'm lost to a lot of things.
"My son, you are never lost to his ears. He listens to all of the creaturs on this earth. From the tallest tree to the smallest mouse. Even if he can't hear you, I always can."
George fought to keep his face from pulling into a wide smile. "On this earth? What if...what if one wasn't from this earth?" He gave the puppy dog eyes and looked to the pastor.
The pastor didn't know how to respond, "We...well, my son. God has a place for all of the universe's creatures." Did this guy think he was an alien or something? He stared George in the eyes and kept his tone strong and compassionate.
George let his face shift in front of the pastors eyes, "What if...what if the creature was from under the earth?" George grabbed the pastor by the throat and shoved him into the center aisle of the church. He crashed into the side of a pew. George reached out and took the two books and slipped them into his pocket. He walked over to the dazed man. He placed a foot on the man's chest. "You gave me compassion. You are a fool." George reached down and grabbed the man around the throat and squeezed. He watched as the old man tried to struggle. His breathing became laborous, George could feel his heart beat weaken. The man's eyes stared in horror and then slowly the horror left his face as the life left his body. George reached down and grabbed the collar. He ripped the shirt and collar. He sank his teeth into the man's neck and drank his fill. He pulled back satisfied. He took the collar and wiped his face with it. George grabbed the man's ankles and with his inhuman strength flung his body at the altar. With a sickening crack and dull thud, the body mangled on the front of the altar. There was no life in that body. George turned and walked out the front doors. "Gott ist im Himmel und aller füehlt gut auf Masse."
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