The Book of Revelations

Just a quick note for those of you who may be worried (or excited) by the title of this post, it is not about the last book of the bible. It is anew post that not only has nothing to do with the bible but is in no way to do with The Gods They Feast on Men…it is a post inspired by InMon, Sunday Scribblings AND 3WordWednesday. Yay! A new story! Three prompt sites in one hit!

Kevin found the book, spine broken, face down on the concrete; abandoned outside the council library. He should have recognised it for what it was, its decrepit state should have served as an augury, as an omen. He was banned from his favourite haunt, an easy chair hidden between the stacks, away from Mrs. Thomas’ desk. It was somewhere he could be alone. Alone, ensnared deep in the midst of an adventure, looking down on the stars. Mrs. Thomas had banished him, “for at least one whole month!” He knew she had feelings for him. Kevin was right, but in the wrong way. He was always alone, even on weekends, and she felt a deep sense of pity for him, the poor dear. She wanted him to find someone to be close to, to find an friend outside of the dead voices that filled the only things he ever spoke of, one books he held so precious. For the last week he had walked passed, staring plaintively inside as she shook her head at him. He would hesitate, trying to muster the will to defy her, before forcing himself to turn away. He kneeled, stretching out to pick up the battered remains of the tome desecrated on the pavement.

He looked at the spine, saw no barcode. He breathed a heavy, asthmatic sigh of disappointment. If it wore that treacherous coding he would have felt compelled to return it. He looked at the title stamped along the spine, nearly dropping the book as he read. The Book of Kevin emblazoned the spine, and the first page described him to perfection:

Kevin stands, dejected outside the library door, banished from his refuge. Mrs Thomas wishes she could be with him, hold him close to her, finally embrace him. He sees the remains of this book of prophesy, this, the only way he can save himself. He carefully reads the first page before putting the book deep into his backpack, desperate to sneak it into his tiny apartment, to hide it from his father’s gaze. His father had drank all morning, again, and would beat Kevin if he happened to see the book. He would tell Kevin again that he didn’t love him, shouting, slurring, that he got hitched too young. That after his mother died he was stuck with this failure of a kid. A kid that he couldn’t believe was his. They didn’t even have the same blood type.

He smiled to himself, as if this was the only thing he had ever wanted, a way to tease out the meaning behind this impossible nightmare that was his life. And his father would beat him, just like the book said. He went, instinctivly, to hide the book in his bag, and he laughed at himself as he did. His head whipped around, making sure no-one had seen him find his treasure. That no-one had heard him laugh, as though he was terrified to admit to himself this shred of humanity. He didn’t see us hiding in the bushes, at the edge of the manicured playground in front of the library. We flung ourselves to the ground, desperate not to be seen, wrestling with ourselves to try and control our own laughter.

“I can’t believe he fell for it!” I was breathless after thirty seconds of silent, convulsive laughter. Jess glowed with pleasure, it was the first time I had seen her smile in almost a month. I could see how delighted she was, and I was so happy that I lived next door to him, that I could hear his father late at night through our shared, paper-thin walls. “Oh Michelle I just can’t believe it all went according to plan!” She burst out laughing again, and I had to pull her to the ground in case that loser Kevin heard us and turned around. Saw her pointing at him, with one hand over her mouth, as though trying to physically hold back the laughter pouring from her lips. It would be ruined, everything would be ruined. He would never get up to the part that told him to kill that bastard Thomas, teach him a lesson for cheating on Jess with that whore from St. Vincent’s. Did they think she would never find out?

He must die if you are to truly live. You will take his power, become him. You could have your pick of the girls, could have friends at school. You must kill the football captain, you must kill the hero.

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10 thoughts on “The Book of Revelations

  1. lynnette-net says:

    This was great! 🙂 Love it!!
    *Changed my url by the way!

  2. Found you on Sunday Scribblings and…
    Oh wow – what a great piece! I hope you continue it, I’d love to read more 🙂

  3. Chris. This is a novel. Seriously.

  4. Wow. Did NOT see that coming. Amazing.

  5. Yeah I tried to be a bit surprising with this one, and I think my wifey is right and I’ll have to stretch this out, either into an actual short story or into a novella – after The Gods They Feast on Men is finished that is…

  6. Sheilagh Lee says:

    quiet the twist at the end there great story.

  7. Robin Hawke says:

    Wifey is right, Robin

  8. Mike says:

    Loved the clever idea behind the story and thought the twist at the end was great.

  9. […] story for a while, and I promise you it’s not actually about religion, in the same way that The Book of Revelations wasn’t. It’s just more the fact that those sort of superlative phrases grab my […]

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