first preacher confessed. “Barry, what do we do?”
Barry took off his glove. His hand morphed into a long blade. Without a
word, he thrust it into the first preacher.
“Barry?” the preacher gasped as he collapsed.
“Mom, do I have a name?” asked the child, now an old man. His head was
bald, his skin dotted with liver spots, and he was still covered in
embryonic fluid.
Miss Carriage turned toward him. She had only given the first one a name,
Henry. The other times, she knew that they were doomed and left them
nameless.
The old man clutched his chest and dropped to the ground, dead from a
heart attack. A whole life lived in under a minute.
She sighed.
Sock Puppet Jesus launched Luke into the air and flung him at the last
preacher.
“The power of Christ compels you!” Luke shouted as he struck with his left
hand.
“Seriously, what the fuck was that?” the puppet asked. “You need to run
any catchphrases by me first. That was fucking horrible.”
A large crowd had gathered. Luke noticed Samantha and Karissa watching
from the church doorway. The street had gone silent. Everyone’s eyes were
on Luke and Miss Carriage.
“It’s time to make a decision!” Miss Carriage yelled to the crowd. “The
preachers attacked you. They killed a priest. The madness must end.”
A few people cheered, but not many. They needed more than words from a