Paralyzed

I’ve always had these urges—I’ve always had these… desires, but social rules kept me bound. I wasn’t free to pursue happiness, not real, meaningful happiness. Society kept me down. I was a dog chained to a post, and I could only stare and salivate as raw meat was carried past me to the grill. I was a slave of the South, only alive to serve the masters; if I should step out of line, the crack of the whip would show me my lot in life. Until my Red Angel came to free me; he gripped me tight and pulled me from my perdition.

I’m free now. He freed me, and I do as I please.

It was dark that night. I had just finished filling out paperwork at the office before changing out of blue scrubs and into my suit. Then I headed for my car. I was right there in the employee lot for St. Gressil’s Hospital. I reached into my pocket and produced the car keys, opened the door, and that’s when I heard it.

“Silly mortal.”

My mind made little sense of the statement, but he grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me around to behold him. I saw my Red Angel holding a bloody knife and mistook him for a common criminal. Heh, can you believe that? There’s nothing common about him.

I offered him money, but he said he wanted me.

And it was like a scene from the Bible, truly; the Red Angel held up the knife as if he intended to use it on me, but then he shouted words that chill my blood to this day.

“Don’t be evil,” he said.

The Red Angel dropped his knife then.

And I, for the shame of me, I punched him in the jaw. Yes, I punched my liberator. My Red Angel.

He said he meant me no harm, but I didn’t believe him. Then I was on the phone with dispatch, explaining my situation as best I could, hoping they would send a squad car out to me, but my Red Angel crushed my phone before I could give them any details.

My Red Angel lifted me off the ground with his abnormal ability. I was sorely afraid. It was a crimson mist that surrounded me, and this mist lifted me. I didn’t know it then, but I had been chosen for great deeds. I’ll never forget the words he spoke to me then, while I was levitating by his power.

“Doctor James Utis Thorne, oh the plans I have for you. Plans to ruin you and destroy you, plans of despair and total depravity.”

And I’ve been ruined ever since. Ruined for his purpose. My mind was cleansed of all unrighteousness, and my Red Angel bent my thoughts to only see those great deeds he would have me do. I was no longer evil, as my angel demanded of me.

I’m in the middle of acting out those righteous deeds now.