Greg hurried into the looming darkness.His paranoia was making him edgy.With cat like reflexes he sprinted and hopped over trash cans and boulders and garbage and sleeping bums.He could make out a familiar sight in the darkness,it was the town's church.As he closed in on the building he could not help but notice how sturdy and proud this structure seemed.Quite ostentatious given the derelict surroundings.The people all came here from miles around,they gave what little they could spare to the church.God's forgiveness was for sale but redemption was not absolute.The church offered sanctuary but at a steep price,Greg even heard of women given up their babies to the church,as sacrifices.Greg knew beyond the superstition that these babies were being used for far more than sacrificial lambs.
He hurried passed the watchers tower of the church and skirted along the shadows,the image of the dead youth's broken head kept flashing in his mind.He had killed someone,he couldn't believe it,he had become one of 'them' the opportunistic multitudes of soulless young men,with nothing to believe in but survival.Greg was running on empty now.He entered an overgrown garden filled with bramble and thorny plants,there was no beauty in this garden.He was at his house now and he slowed down his pace but his head and eyes still darted furtively scanning for the authorities ,it could be any minute now.It was night now and he knew the authorities would be out patrolling.He saw the searchlights appear in the clouds piercing the calmness of the black to reveal turbulent wind swept gases,clouds which held no rain.He could hear the helicrafts buzzing like giant gnats above his sweat drenched head.
Greg's heart quickened its pace he had to struggle to calm down.He told himself,why should tonight be any different,this was a regular nightly procedure,the armed forces came out at night every night,why should they be out to get him,no one saw the murder,there was no persons keeping pace behind him,he didn't hear the klaxon's go off in the church yard,he was safe,he opened the door to his house and walked in.
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