#2

Demigod

At first they rushed him to the emergency ward, thinking it was some type of horrible accident or that he had been brutally attacked by someone. What else could it be? Justin was only nine and he wouldn’t say what had happened to himself. Not a word came out of his lips, not even an ‘ouch’ or an ‘ahhhh’ and considering his hands feet and stomach were pouring out gallons of blood like someone forgot they left the hose running and decided to take the kids out for a Sunday lunch in the mountains, this was indeed strange. Instead, Justin sat on a bed in the emergency room, while nurses were running around trying to plug up his holes.

Justin’s mother was beside herself, barely able to stand up. What could have done this to her only baby boy?

After the incident, word had gotten around town about what had happened to Justin, yet still he wouldn’t say. The townsfolk gossiped and threw around dozens of theories and conspiracies. The kids at Justin’s school had hailed him as some sort of demigod. No other kid at school had ever been covered in that much blood, and that is like, so cool.

Then, two months later, five men with weird accents and long robes came knocking on Justin’s door. When asked by Justin’s mother what the nature of their business in town was, it was revealed that they were sent by His Holiness The Pope to investigate her son’s “possible stigmata”.

Justin was taken from the house that night, with little more than the clothes on his body, to a nearby location where he was monitored and tested and prayed upon for three days and three nights. It turns out that there was no stigmata. Justin was merely a cutter and a Satanist. And that is like, so cool.


(From Kiddiepunk #2)