The Pearcher Part 4

The preacher lay calm, his lips moving, but no sound His arms and legs sprawled and tightly bound The creatures now stood around him dripping with blood While one chewed on a finger as a cow chews the cud “PREACHER, we saved you for last, it is now your turn,” “We fed you, nurtured you, and felt our skin burn.” “For the skin on your body we will slowly and agonisingly peel,” And as they tried, the wounds immediately healed. They bit him and tore chunks out of his chest Expecting to see a pumping heart, the preacher lay whole, in a torn vest. They noticed his limbs had grown hands and feet, The creatures stepped back as if in retreat. The preacher sat up with ease, snapping the binding chains, His blood shone a bright red through his veins. He said to them, “Your purpose in this community is by all means done,” “But if you think I am here for the ultimate prize then you are misinformed by someone.” The creatures raged toward him but he raised his hand and said “Stop,” The power in his voice made them screech and drop. “You were sent here to quench the sin in this town,” “Now you take on a man of God just when you think his guard is down?” “My destiny is to bring judgement to you,” To rid the world of the devil and his sporn too.” They lay in the blood that began to make their flesh blister and burn,” The preacher said, You were right, now it is my turn.” ** sorry the ending is not as good as I wanted it to be**