Brainwashed

Christianity is in existence through the religious veins of those who believe in Christian faith…those who attend church every Sunday to adhere to the life and teachings of Jesus Christ…those who are brainwashed with the historical virgin birth, crucifixion, and resurrection of God’s flesh and blood.

There are some people, like Aaron Hans, who are blessed by angels with a metaphoric lining of gold and silver beating through their heart. And then there are some people who are atheists with a will to convert believers into a mutilated massacre of bloody death just so that they can prove that there is no spirit within our bodies.

But Lucas Farr was not violent in the slightest—although an atheist, he was also a pacifist with a persevering motivation to promote logic and science to the brainwashed minds of Christians…Christians like Aaron.

Aaron found himself restrained within an abandoned church—the pews were old and wooden and had acquired massive cracks throughout the years of being both used and idle…the altar was draped with an ancient cloth that was embroidered with rips and tatters…and the overlooking memorial of Jesus upon the stained glass window was now an eerie gateway to the darkness outside as the silence of the night seeped into the cathedral through the broken glass.

The pews had been drastically altered from their original positions of alignment—they were askew and uneven with one bench in particular being relocated to the front of the church at the conclusion of the aisle…this is where Aaron sat…

…this is where Aaron suffered beneath an entanglement of iron chains. The chains were heavy enough to crush his Christian bones and had presented themselves as an elaborate weaving upon him and the pew…whether the interlocking was random or organized, it disallowed Aaron of any movement to abscess himself from the pew’s painful constriction.

Aaron blinked his eyes to clear the blurred distortion within his vision—his senses were slowly becoming reacquired as he examined his environment. And then a final chain was applied—it looped itself around his neck and tightened itself with the links imprinting their metal impressions upon his Adam’s apple.

Aaron tried to move—beneath the foggy layer of fear within his terrorized spirit he had a natural desire to view who was behind him and who had chained him to this pew…but the chain around his neck was certain to immobilize his head in addition to his vision and awareness.

Aaron’s eyes could only stare blankly at the altar before him—his fear had begun to accumulate tears of confusion within his eyes…his emotions of fright wanted to produce heavy, rapid breaths of anxiety, but the chains were relentless with a restriction of breathing…his breaths were thin and short beneath his chest that also contained a rapidly beating heart.

Lucas Farr revealed himself from behind Aaron and proceeded to assemble a projection screen directly in front of the altar. The screen was standing between Aaron and the altar parallel with the pew at a blinding twelve inches from his eyes.

Lucas situated the projector on the altar and pressed the power button. After some minor adjustments, an inversed picture was projected with perfect alignment upon the rear projection screen.

No Input Signal

This was written in the corner of the solid blue color that consumed the screen in addition to Aaron’s vision. His eyes winced in irritation but the chains disallowed him to look away; instead, he snapped his eyes shut and could only listen to the steady hum of the projector.

And then Lucas asked, “You’re a Christian, right?” Aaron attempted to answer but the chains around his neck and chest only caused him to cough. “You believe in Jesus? And in God?” Aaron slowly opened his eyes, desperately attempting to view the mysterious owner of the dark and horrific voice.

Aaron tried again: “Yes,” he responded with a raspy tone and a shuddering voice that sent uneven sound waves of fear into the ears of his persecutor. “Let me go…please,” he coughed in pain.

“You go to church every Sunday?”

“Yes.”

“C’mon…every goddamned Sunday?” Aaron did not answer…he could only attempt a comprehension of his situation as he continued to stare at the blue screen before him. “Answer the fucking question!”