Blood on the Ground. It’s a 6.

“… because dear friend, there is more to this story.”

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Late fall early evening, having slipped into her little black dress, seductively wrapped her charm around the two men as they exited the comfort of the Juke Box Diner’s ambient lighting.

“Luca, Luca, Luca – you have surprised me at times throughout the years, I’ll give you that but listen man, don’t think you’ll be the only one sitting in Hell’s front row, trust me, you’ll have plenty of company.”

“Why aren’t you taking me seriously Tommy, I’m telling you what I did, as fantastical as it sounds, is God’s honest truth – yes, pun intended, I did what I believed was the right thing to do; I’ve got plenty of religious doctrine to support my actions!”

“Well then, off to see the bishop Luca, but don’t expect him to believe you… naah, he’ll be plenty pissed you disobeyed him, just sayin’ but hey, “It’s only after we lost everything that we are free to do anything” right? – what?! – I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

“You still don’t take me seriously, Tomassa – I know what it is I unleashed and I now know what it is I must do; believe it or not you did actually help me reach that conclusion and for that I thank you brother.” (Luca embraces his friend, each man turning to walk to opposite ends of the parking lot).

Late fall early evening slipped out of her little black dress, anticipation moistening the air as the rumble of a dual straight pipe exhaust grew louder, the throaty sound of a revving engine approaching in the near distance; checkered flag waving, the ’78 Camaro hurtled itself to embrace the body of a middle aged priest, shattered headlights collecting the soul of one Father Luca Domenico Lazarus.

EDITOR NOTE: Polite heads up to the film clip in the link. It might be disturbing to some of us.