I was wearing a black hat and a long, black with a heavy jacket hiding a white shirt. A tear was still glued to my bottom eye-lid.    

            I took long steps down the dark, narrow road. A thunder bolt ran across the sky, TSHHHH! I don't want to be caught in this rain.

            My eyes started watering, my allergies are reacting again, and the mist surrounded me like a mother surrounds her baby with a blanket.

            Sorry mother. She did so much for him.

            I looked from left to right, wondering if any one or thing was watching. I turned down the road, into a little cul-de-sac, and there it was, the building in the middle of the city. An old and broken down Church.

            I stepped inside the Church; I took small steps towards the front of the building, where a huge arch stood. I remembered how much time and wealth my poor father had to endure to build this place, and then he cheated him.

            This place has become one with me. Now I will officially tear it out of my heart.

            I ran towards the front of the Church towards the statue of our lord Jesus, on the cross. I cried hard, coming to my knees, with my wet hands over my face. I was crying three hours ago, in front of her coffin, but those were tears of revenge.

            "Father!" I cried, I did not care that people could here me. "Forgive me for..."

            The door creaked open, reveling an old man with a long black gown and white shirt, scanning the Church from the door. It was him, Brother Arthur; the priest.

            "...For what I am about to do" I whispered, then rose, tears where still frozen to my cheek.

            Brother Arthur took a long stare at me, "Son, are you OK?" he said, gently. His tone always deceived people.

            "No, Arthur" I whispered, and then turned around. Arthur's eyes widened.

            "Brother Tom, I'm sorry..." he said slowly, reaching his hand into his coat. "You're parents..."

            "What about them?"

            "They helped me a lot" he pleaded, he knew exactly what I was about to do.

            "Where is the money?" I asked stepping away from him, staring at his hand in his jacket. 

            Arthur grinned, taking his hand out of his jacket "It's all gone"

            "No, it isn't." I said, reaching in my jacket faster and revealing the small, silenced pistol, raised it to eye level and pulled... PHHT!

            A red hole eased into Arthur's forehead; he fell backwards with a load crack, closed his eyes, and died.

            I put the gun back into my jacket; he should be outside now. I was just about to run out of the Church, then suddenly a half ripped piece of paper rolled towards me. It read: 

Have you paid you're tithes yet?

Then enjoy a sermon titled:

"The Bible on Nuclear Weapons in the 21st Ce...

            I tossed the piece of paper aside, and walked on.