In a small town in Missouri
The first rays of sunshine kissed the treetops as the morning dawned on the town. The sun also shone on the spires of the Church of St. Agnes, located in the midst of the town square, where the faithful flocked for prayers every day, and for Sunday school.
The janitor walked into the empty churchyard, looking around him, moving in the direction of the outhouse where his tools were kept.
That was when his attention fell on the figure mounted on the sharpened, interconnected spiked metal grill on top of the compound wall that bordered the church perimeter. The wall was several feet away...it was impossible to make out who was on those spikes or why. On top of that, he was near-sighted, so the figure was nothing more than a blurred shape in the distance.
"Hello? Who goes there? What're you doing there?" the janitor yelled.
There was no response.
"You need to get down from there right now, whoever you are."
Shaking his head, Enrico the janitor changed course and walked towards the compound.
Only when he came near did he see what the figure was.
"Dios mio! El diablo!" Enrico screamed, and then screamed again, and then called for Father Goretti.
Hearing his screams, Father Goretti, who was lighting incense at the altar in the sanctum sanctorum, came running out into the churchyard.
"Enrico! What happened?" he yelled, coming to stand next to the terrified janitor.
"Oh my God! Deliver us from evil!!" he whispered, horrified, crossing himself when he saw what was mounted on the grill.
He sat in his living room, drinking a can of beer, eating hotdogs and watching the 11 o'clock news.
A female presenter, dressed in a black skirt-suit, was speaking into the camera.
"Good morning this is Angela Perkins with Missouri 24x7. The small but closely-knit community of Greenfield is shocked and scared at the murder of a local woman, Dorothy Swanson. Dorothy, a mother of two and community service volunteer at the Church of St. Agnes, was found impaled in the churchyard of the very church she worked for. Her body was found skewered like a kebab on the spiked metal grill atop the compound wall. The police are at a loss to explain her death- Dorothy was a dear sweet woman, loved by her husband Dale, who is a top local salesman for farming equipment, and her kids Patience and Cuthbert. She was even instrumental in getting more people to join the church and believe in God's glory."
He snorted loudly. Yeah, that lady sure was a recruitment agent for the church. Sanctimonious bitch! Had told him to believe in God and reform his life. In that grating, sweet voice.
'You have lost your way, young man. You need the Lord to show you the way. Let him be your shepherd!'
But she had squealed like a stuck pig when he was hauling her up and going to impale her. Or as the reporter had said, skewered her like a kebab.
But she was only the first of many. Those sheep of the Lord had to be taught a lesson.
It was his mission.
This post is written for the 2016 A to Z blogging challenge