Naleighna Kai's Literary Cafe Magazine NKLC Summer Edition | Page 57

Killing seemed so easy now. But there were other ways of silencing people. Pain worked much better. Watching people break down and promise things that they never dreamed was … exhilarating. Twenty-four hours was all it took. Cops didn’t even stir before then. And by then, most little pawns were returned to their homes. Broken. Pliable. Mine. The “who” always revealed itself. Someone always did something that endangered the whole operation. One would never guess the secrets this church congregation held. They would never talk. It was almost funny how closely they were controlled. If they only knew how many pawns were being moved, being manipulated. It was never supposed to come to killing, but some people weren’t worth the oxygen coursing through their body. Pastor Clifton was such a do-gooder. He could never be turned out; so he had to be put down. His murder is a true test of my power. It should signal to anyone that they should be afraid. Very afraid. If the good pastor could be killed, then no one is safe. Ahhh, the sweet stink of fear is going to be … intoxicating. The killer shifted toward the second entrance, but froze upon hearing an excited yell of, “Pastor Clifton!” Sierra Kay 5 Naleighna Kai Literary Cafe Magazine July/August 2017   57