Mark awoke briefly at five o' clock and listened to the rain beat down on the motel roof. At the same time he was coming out of his dream, a vaguely familiar looking fat priest was hiding in the shadows of the ruined Kurtz Church, of which only half the structure still stood.

At the same time his victim was moving toward the church's ruins which stood in the middle of his paper route-- where he hid his cigarettes. His father was a certain Kurtzville attorney who we will meet shortly.

Every morning, Johnny Binder was able to hold off the craving until he was just about done his deliveries. His father was an evil man who does work for the devil; that was why young first bom Johnny Binder had been targeted by 44 shadowy judges. Father M remembered the judgment delivered to him those many years ago.

Johnny hid his bike behind the part of the church's iron gate which still stood. He enjoyed his smoke, listening to the birds chirp around him; he failed to notice the reason why the birds' chirping had grown more frantic. A demon in black was sneaking up behind him with an ironic and silent agility. Johnny didn't see Kurtzville's demons-- just beyond the church walls-- scurrying around the forest, powerless to protect him.

This was Johnny's last day as a paper boy and he was about to die. His painful and horrifying death was moments away from being just another volley in an ancient war between competing and decaying churches.

None of this occurred to him as he sat against one of the remaining church walls. The demon silently glided in and sat down right next to him.

My little lover, come to me and die, the voices inside Father M's head said to him as he struggled with the dim idea that what he was about to do was wrong. He waited for Johnny to finish his cigarette before speaking.

"You know what kind of boys smoke, Johnny?"

"No Reverend. "

"That's Father Johnny."

And the painful exorcism began. "May the power of Christ compel the demon from inside you. "

He throws the kid against the wall, repeating May the power of Christ compel Satan from inside you. Come out you sneaky bastard, come out and show yourself......

Our point of view must end here, it's too hard to take; c' mon let's get back inside Davidson's head, this stuff is way too hard to watch. But we hear little Johnny's body being tossed away as we fly out of the churchyard backwards-- (After Effects Camerawork: evil dead meets the shining style)

The priest, we see from back here in the woods, has built a funeral pyre from the twigs and logs that are laying around everywhere. He lights the kid's corpse on fire and savors the stench. It makes us sick, doesn't it? Doesn't it? (Remember this is a homage to Fritz Lang's "M." and to the ancient rites involving "Molech.")

"You little bastard," the fat priest bellows, "there is but one god!

He walked away with a limp. The Lord told him to head back to Kurtzville and await her instructions.

Walking down Old Kurtz Church Road, visions of unnatural crucifixions danced in his head. All the voices she gave you inside your head, one of the voices inside his head said to him as he walked toward town in an automatized state-- all those voices inside your head and not one of em allows you any choices.... lordy lord lord... (laugh track).

He just walked on down Old Church Road and he passed a house-- it was the last house on the route; Father M tossed the paper onto the rotting porch-- quite a bit of blood stained the front page but avoiding detection was not part of Father M's plan- the Shadowy Judges had seen to that.

The old lady who always sat by her bedroom window saw the man throw the paper onto her porch, she knew something dreadful had happened and Father Molester knew that she had seen him. Somebody's always watching, Father M's own father used to say to him, somebody's always watching.

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