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Min-Chee - 1st draft

Inside St. Elizabeth's were two men talking. But not ordinary talking, two men were mourning. "Christopher, I am truly very sorry to hear. The Lord will perish Livingston and have our saviour, our Lord protect you. Amen." " Thank you father, I will-" Christopher's face went pale. "You, you! I am going to kill you!" Livingston was standing on the doorway of the Church. Livingston was a man that would make you cower just at the site of him. The man had exactly the same eyes as his brother Christopher. Livinsgton looked dead as his clothes were ripped and full of dried blood. "I will do that before you even get your filthy hands on me!" his voice was rasping with evilness in his eyes. He walked up to Christopher and grabbed him by the neck against the wall. Christopher started to gasp as his face got pink, purple, and blue. That was when Livingston let go and Christopher fell on the floor gasping for air. Livingston's flashback came when it was the time he needed his brother the most and he wasn't there for their mother. "Why? Why did you leave when I told you to stay. WHY!!" spit flew from his mouth as his rage escalated. "I don't know..." he shook his head looking down on the ground, tears started to form. "I don't know. I don't know! I am regretting that moment with all my life but even I still don't get why I left." "My brothers, sorry to interrupt but the Lord will always forgive. Just come beside me and we shall pray to the Lord. Come here my brother. " with his hand, he beckoned Livingston forward. But instead, Livingston's soul became black and unknown smoke piled out of him. "You! You!!" Spit flew everywhere as his pupil turned red and his hand sprouted claws. The now demon Livingston pulled out a pen looking object out of his hand and pointed it at the priest. "The Lord shall forgive, the Lord shall forgive!" Father Kcinley put his hands together and closed his hands to mutter his fast prayers. "The Lord, shall take you first!" Livingston and Christopher shouted at the same time as Livingston shot a killer laser at the Father. The priest fell to the ground with his soul blackened. Christpoher fell to the ground sobbing. "The Lord shall take you next" his raspy voice screamed and he turned towards his brother. "Goodbye, my brother" but right before he was going to pull the trigger, he got all the flashbacks of them playing together on the swings and his mother calling them. A tear fell down his cheeck and left the church. Christopher had been waiting for the death laser when he looked between his eyes just enough to see Livingston leaving.

Min-Chee - 2nd Draft

Christopher, my brother, I am truly very sorry to hear. The Lord will perish him and have our Lord, our saviour protect you." Christopher's head seemed to hung only by one thread, while a trickle of rivers came out of his eyes. Christopher lifted his head and from his kneeling position, he replied. "Thank you father-" Christopher was cut off when someone cleared his throat and another shadow loomed in the doorway of the church. "You. You! I am going to kill you!" Livingston was standing with his eyes red, and the demon was wearing ripped clothes that were full of blood. His feet were not wearing shoes, but the feet had turned into a nasty hairy feet. Dark smoke swept away from him and into the church. "I will do that before you put your filthy hands on me!" Livingston bellowed. And even before anyone knew it, Livingston had his hands around Christopher's neck and had him in the air. His face turned pink, crimson purple, and then blue. But in Livingston's mind seeing his brother suffer hurt him. But not him, his heart. It felt like the thread that binded them as brothers, was ripping apart and that made Livingston bellow out in rage. He felt that he was breaking the soul of his mother by trying to kill Christopher. He let go of his hand and Christopher fell on the ground gasping for air as the color of his face changed back to normal. But at this the flashback came when Livingston was kneeling on the sickbed next to his mother. The only moment Livingston was needing his brother was then and Christopher was not there. "Why?! Why? Why were you not there? Why did you run away from us when I told you to stay! WHY?" spit flew from Livingston's mouth as his rage escalated even more. Christopher sat up into a kneeling position and his head hung as he shook it. "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know what was up with me. I am regretting that moment with all my life!" Livingston's demon left him for a second. "Because of that, you will go to our mother first and tell her you are sorry for that!" Livingston took out a silver object the size of a pen and pointed it at Christopher. "My brothers, I must say that the Lord will always forgive. Come here to the cross and we shall pray together." the priest beckoned them forward. But Livingston was madder than ever. Unknown smoke piled out of him. "You, you. I don't care!" split flew from his mouth as his demon came back. Livingston's pupil became red and claws sprouted from his hands. "The Lord shall fogive! The Lord shall forgive!" Father Mckliney kneeled and put his hands together as he muttered his last prayers. "Then the Lord can take you first!" mocked the enraged demon. Christopher shouted as Livingston pulled the trigger on the helpless father. The priest fell to the ground with his soul blackened. Christpoher fell to the ground sobbing. "The Lord shall take you next" Livinston's raspy voice screamed and he turned towards his brother. "Goodbye, my brother" but right before he was going to pull the trigger, he got all the flashbacks of them playing together on the swings and his mother calling them. A tear fell down his cheeck and left the church. Christopher had been waiting for the death laser when he looked between his eyes just enough to see Livingston leaving.

Min-Chee - 3rd draft

In the St. Elizabeth's church, two men were in the front of a massive cross. The St. Elizabeth church had a big dome in the middle on the roof and directly under that were many benches in which several peopel had come to pray. The man with curly, white hair and with his hands together praying was the priest and next to him was a man of his mid thirties, kneeling on the ground while a trickle of rivers ran down his cheeks. "Christopher my brother, I am really sorry to hear. Let our Lord perish that man and have our Lord, our savior, protect you." The priest tried to make the air around them lighter, not heavy with mourning. Even with the confronting words of the priest, Christopher's head seemed to be hung by one thread. "Thank- thank you father." Christopher stopped talking as a big shadow in the doorway interrupted their conversation. His face went pale and then contorted with fear but then his face showed bravery, "You! You! I am going to kill you!" Livingston was standing on the doorway of the Church. Livingston was a man that would make you cower just at the site of him. The man had exactly the same eyes as his brother Christopher. Livinsgton looked dead as his clothes were ripped and full of dried blood.

Livingston was standing with his eyes red, and the demon was wearing ripped clothes that were full of blood. His feet were not wearing shoes, but the feet had turned into a nasty hairy feet. Dark smoke swept away from him and into the church. "I will do that before you put your filthy hands on me!" Livingston bellowed. And even before anyone knew it, Livingston had his hands around Christopher's neck and had him in the air. His face turned pink, crimson purple, and then blue. But in Livingston's mind seeing his brother suffer hurt him. But not him, his heart. It felt like the thread that binded them as brothers, was ripping apart and that made Livingston bellow out in rage. He felt that he was breaking the soul of his mother by trying to kill Christopher. He let go of his hand and Christopher fell on the ground gasping for air as the color of his face changed back to normal. But at this the flashback came when Livingston was kneeling on the sickbed next to his mother. The only moment Livingston was needing his brother was then and Christopher was not there. "Why?! Why? Why were you not there? Why did you run away from us when I told you to stay! WHY?" spit flew from Livingston's mouth as his rage escalated even more. Christopher sat up into a kneeling position and his head hung as he shook it. "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know what was up with me. I am regretting that moment with all my life!" Livingston's demon left him for a second. "Because of that, you will go to our mother first and tell her you are sorry for that!" Livingston took out a silver object the size of a pen and pointed it at Christopher. "My brothers, I must say that the Lord will always forgive. Come here to the cross and we shall pray together." the priest beckoned them forward. But Livingston was madder than ever. Unknown smoke piled out of him. "You, you. I don't care!" split flew from his mouth as his demon came back. Livingston's pupil became red and claws sprouted from his hands. "The Lord shall fogive! The Lord shall forgive!" Father Mckliney kneeled and put his hands together as he muttered his last prayers. "Then the Lord can take you first!" mocked the enraged demon. Christopher shouted as Livingston pulled the trigger on the helpless father. The priest fell to the ground with his soul blackened. Christpoher fell to the ground sobbing. "The Lord shall take you next" Livinston's raspy voice screamed and he turned towards his brother. "Goodbye, my brother" but right before he was going to pull the trigger, he got all the flashbacks of them playing together on the swings and his mother calling them. A tear fell down his cheeck and left the church. Christopher had been waiting for the death laser when he looked between his eyes just enough to see Livingston leaving.

Min-Chee 4th draft  “I am very sorry to hear, my brother. Let the Lord perish the man” sadly said the priest, his hands were together for a quick prayer. He was standing in front of the massive cross inside the immense church that stood on Holy Drive. Next to Father Mckliney was a man in his mid thirties. His head hung low and he kneeled as people behind him muttered a few prayers making low whispers. The air was heavy with sadness that swelled up from Christopher. However the priest wanted the opposite. “Thank you father, thank-” Christopher was cut off by a big shadow looming in the doorway of the church. His face went pale as it contorted with fear. “You! You!” Even before he could stammer the name out Livingston had his hands around Christopher’s neck and had him in the air. The air filled with dried blood from Livingston’s shirt and the foul smell of demon. Christopher’s face turned pink, crimson purple, and then blue. But in Livingston's mind seeing his brother suffer hurt him. But not him, his heart. It felt like the thread that binded them as brothers, was ripping apart and that made Livingston bellow out in rage. He felt that he was breaking the soul of his mother by trying to kill Christopher. He let go of his hand and Christopher fell on the ground gasping for air as the color of his face changed back to normal. The people in the church were frozen in but one by one, they regained what was going on and they ran out of the church. Livingston took no notice. But thinking of his mother came back the memory harshly when she was on the sickbed and when he needed Christopher the most he wasn’t there. "Why?! Why? Why were you not there? Why did you run away from us when I told you to stay! WHY?" spit flew from Livingston's mouth as his rage escalated even more. Christopher sat up into a kneeling position and his head hung as he shook it. "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know what was up with me. I am regretting that moment with all my life!" Livingston's demon left him for a second. But thinking even more about it made him more angrier. “Well you will go through what mother went through. You will DIE!” Spit flew from his mouth and he pulled out his pen. Livingston smirked “You see this pen? Do you remember who was taken away from you? Well that is what happened to me!” Christopher was now enraged also as that silver pen was what killed his girlfriend. “Please, brother I’m sorry” “Too late. Good bye my brother” Livingston was laughing and was about to pull the trigger when they were interrupted by the forgotten priest who was standing next to the scene eyes wide with fear. “My brother, come here next to me and let’s as our Lord for forgiveness” Come here to the cross and we shall pray together." the priest beckoned them forward. But Livingston was madder than ever. Unknown smoke piled out of him. "You, you. I don't care!" split flew from his mouth as his demon came back. Livingston's pupil became red and claws sprouted from his hands. "The Lord shall forgive! The Lord shall forgive!" Father Mckliney kneeled and put his hands together as he muttered his last prayers. "Then the Lord can take you first!" mocked the enraged demon. Christopher shouted as Livingston pulled the trigger on the helpless father. The priest fell to the ground with his soul blackened. Christpoher fell to the ground sobbing. "The Lord shall take you next" Livinston's raspy voice screamed and he turned towards his brother. "Goodbye, my brother" but right before he was going to pull the trigger, he got all the flashbacks of them playing together on the swings and his mother calling them. A tear fell down his cheek and left the church. Christopher had been waiting for the death laser when he looked between his eyes just enough to see Livingston leaving.

Christina's side of the story-

"I don't know what to do anymore father..." said Christopher in a desperate voice. The church was silent so they had to whisper, there was no one there but them. The only sound was that of their whispering voices... Father McKinley put his wrinkled hand on Christopher's shoulder to console him when suddenly the old wooden church door slammed open. The BAM! startled the two men. It was Livingston... Christopher and the priest stood there- frozen by terror. Livingston stomped his way to Christopher and picked him up by the neck with a non human strength. Christopher choked and squirmed, his feet not touching the floor. "Why are you doing this?..." Christopher managed to say to his brother. "I'm sorry for not being there for you and mom... I regret it... If I could I would go back in time... please, brother..." Christopher choked what he thought would be his last words. The wrath in Livingston's eyes disappeared at those words and his hand loosened its grip on Christopher's neck. Christopher fell to the floor and crouched there to recover but when he looked up it was too late- the human-ness in Livingston's eyes was gone. Father McKinley watched the whole scene, frozen on the spot by fear. The statue of the Virgin Mary looked down at the three men, her marble eyes filled with disappointment and sadness. Livingston stood still for a few seconds panting until his mouth opened, his eyes rolled back, and his body twisted as if possesed by an unhuman force. "all must pay" came a demonic voice that was not his yet it was coming out of his mouth. Livingston's demon side was enraged and the human he used to be was long gone... He turned his head in a violent movement toward Father McKinley while Christopher just stood there, not sure of what to do. Livingston stomped his way to the priest, whose eyes were wide with dread, and took out his laser. "Livingston, no!" yelled Christopher but his screams didn't seem to bother him. Without thinking twice, Livingston pulled the trigger and Father McKinley fell to the floor- dead... Livingston then turned the laser towards Christopher but before he could make his second kill, the demon was gone and Livingston looked confused. He clumsily ran out of the church, leaving Christopher kneeling beside the priest's dead body in grief and despair. Alone, Christopher started sobbing, not only because he had lost Father McKinley but because he had lost HIS BROTHER...

Draft #2

All was silent. The kind of silence that makes you afraid of breaking it. The kind of silence found inside St Elizabeth´s Church, a brown brick 12 story luxurious church surrounded by neatly trimmed trees and grass and tall pointed towers that rose from the roof. Windows surrounded the separate towers.  There were various brown, elegant doors leading towards the entrance of the silent church. There was no sound at all, not even the sound of wind or a heartbeat, the silence that makes ears start to ache cause they need to hear some sound... and in the middle of all this silence stood two whispering men. Father McKinley was already old and his whole body showed his already lived life, while Christopher´s youth could still be seen in his dark brown hair and strong body. Yet Christopher was troubled and afraid and fear is a contagious feeling…  “I don´t know what to do Father…” whispered Christopher, his voice breaking.  Father McKinley held back his worry and put a calm face on to make Christopher feel at ease. The priest, a man with years marked across his face said  “Have faith my dear brother, there´s nothing the Lord can´t fix…” As he put his wrinkled pale hand on Christopher´s shoulder. His brown eyes sparkled with hope just like they did years ago when age hadn´t marked his face and his wrinkled smile line tired eyes showed Christopher there was yet some hope. But Christopher´s blue eyes showed doubt… The moment was interrupted by a loud BAM! The two men turned to see the sound had come from the slamming of the huge wooden church door. Christopher and Father McKinley couldn´t believe their eyes… A man with ripped clothes splattered with dried blood was standing there. Yet it looked like no living man, the creature was a zombie, a walking corpse, the living dead, a demon…  “Livingston…” Christopher whispered to himself in fear.  Livingston stomped his way to his brother and picked him up by the neck with inhuman strength. Christopher´s skin began losing its humanly color as he struggled, choked, and squirmed trying to break free. His feet threw helpless kicks and his feet were not touching the floor. The priest´s eyes grew wide and he stepped back, wanting to do something yet not sure what so his shaking hands clumsily took out a rosary and started praying silently with eyes closed hoping for a miracle.  “Why are you doing this?...” Christopher managed to say to his brother.  “Because of what YOU did to me and mother!” yelled Livingston with the most hate he had ever felt.  “I'm sorry for not being there for you and mom... I regret it... the thought haunts me day and night… If I could I would go back in time... please…brother..." Christopher choked what he thought would be his last words.  The wrath in Livingston's eyes disappeared at those words and his hand loosened its grip on Christopher's neck as flashbacks of his childhood appeared in his mind. There they were him and Christopher, laughing on the swings. Christopher fell to the floor gasping for air and crouched there to recover but when he looked up it was too late- Livingston´s flashbacks began to race back to painful memories. They were there on the swings laughing when mom called them from inside the house… mom… then his mind raced back to the moment he was kneeling beside his mother´s bed, knowing there was nothing left but to wait… and where was Christopher?...  The human-ness in Livingston's eyes was gone. Father McKinley watched the whole scene, frozen on the spot by fear, his prayers began to make no sense at all and his face was deathly pale. The statue of the Virgin Mary looked down at the three men, her marble eyes filled with disappointment and sadness. Livingston stood still for a few seconds panting until his mouth opened, his eyes rolled back, and his body twisted as if possessed by an inhuman force.

 "All must pay" came a demonic voice that was not his yet it was coming out of his mouth.

 Livingston's demon side was enraged and the human he used to be was long gone... He turned his head in a violent movement toward Christopher yet the sight of his brother made him feel like something inside of him had died. So he turned again but this time toward Father McKinley while Christopher just stood there, not sure of what to do. Livingston stomped his way to the priest, whose eyes were wide with dread, and took out his laser. <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> "Livingston, no!" yelled Christopher <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> But his screams didn't seem to bother him. <span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> Without thinking twice, Livingston pulled the trigger and Father McKinley fell to the floor- dead... Livingston then turned the laser towards Christopher but before he could make his second kill, the demon was temporarily gone and Livingston looked confused. He clumsily ran out of the church, leaving Christopher kneeling beside the priest's dead body in grief and despair. Alone, Christopher started sobbing, not only because he had lost Father McKinley but because he had lost HIS BROTHER...

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> Question- what DOES christopher look like in my scene?

<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> Christina Final Draft-

<span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;">All was silent. The kind of silence that makes you afraid of breaking it. The kind of silence found inside St Elizabeth´s Church, a brown brick 12 story luxurious church surrounded by neatly trimmed trees and grass and tall pointed towers that rose from the roof. Windows surrounded the separate towers. <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> There were various brown, elegant doors leading towards the entrance of the silent church. There was no sound at all, not even the sound of wind or a heartbeat, the silence that makes ears start to ache cause they need to hear some sound... and in the middle of all this silence stood two whispering men. Father McKinley was already old and his whole body showed his already lived life, while Christopher´s youth could still be seen in his dark brown hair and strong body. Yet Christopher was troubled and afraid and fear is a contagious feeling… <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> “I don´t know what to do Father…” whispered Christopher, his voice breaking. <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> Father McKinley held back his worry and put a calm face on to make Christopher feel at ease. The priest, a man with years marked across his face said <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> “Have faith my dear brother, there´s nothing the Lord can´t fix…” <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> As he put his wrinkled pale hand on Christopher´s shoulder. His brown eyes sparkled with hope just like they did years ago when age hadn´t marked his face and his wrinkled smile line tired eyes <span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">showed Christopher there was yet some hope. But Christopher´s blue eyes showed doubt… <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The moment was interrupted by a loud BAM! The two men turned to see the sound had come from the slamming of the huge wooden church door. Christopher and Father McKinley couldn´t believe their eyes… A man with ripped clothes splattered with dried blood was standing there. Yet it looked like no living man, the creature was a zombie, a walking corpse, the living dead, a demon… As it got closer the two realized it looked exactly like Christopher but dead… <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> “Livingston…” Christopher whispered to himself in fear. <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> Livingston stomped his way to his brother and picked him up by the neck with inhuman strength. Christopher´s skin began losing its humanly color as he struggled, choked, and squirmed trying to break free. His feet threw helpless kicks and his feet were not touching the floor. The priest´s eyes grew wide and he stepped back, wanting to do something yet not sure what so his shaking hands clumsily took out a rosary and started praying silently with eyes closed hoping for a miracle. <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> “Why are you doing this?...” Christopher managed to say to his brother. <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> “Because of what YOU did to me and mother!” yelled Livingston with the most hate he had ever felt. <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> “I'm sorry for not being there for you and mom... I regret it... the thought haunts me day and night… If I could I would go back in time... please…brother..." Christopher choked what he thought would be his last words. <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> The wrath in Livingston's eyes disappeared at those words and his hand loosened its grip on Christopher's neck as flashbacks of his childhood appeared in his mind. There they were him and Christopher, laughing on the swings. Christopher fell to the floor gasping for air and crouched there to recover but when he looked up it was too late- Livingston´s flashbacks began to race back to painful memories. They were there on the swings laughing when mom called them from inside the house… mom… then his mind raced back to the moment he was kneeling beside his mother´s bed, knowing there was nothing left but to wait… and where was Christopher?... <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> The human-ness in Livingston's eyes was gone. Father McKinley watched the whole scene, frozen on the spot by fear, his prayers began to make no sense at all and his face was deathly pale. The statue of the Virgin Mary looked down at the three men, her marble eyes filled with disappointment and sadness. Livingston stood still for a few seconds panting until his mouth opened, his eyes rolled back, and his body twisted as if possessed by an inhuman force.

<span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> "All must pay" came a demonic voice that was not his yet it was coming out of his mouth.

<span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> Livingston's demon side was enraged and the human he used to be was long gone... He turned his head in a violent movement toward Christopher yet the sight of his brother made him feel like something inside of him had died. So he turned again but this time toward Father McKinley while Christopher just stood there, not sure of what to do. Livingston stomped his way to the priest, whose eyes were wide with dread, and took out his laser. <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> "Livingston, no!" yelled Christopher <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;"> But his screams didn't seem to bother him. <span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Without thinking twice, Livingston pulled the trigger and Father McKinley fell to the floor- dead... Livingston then turned the laser towards Christopher but before he could make his second kill, the demon was temporarily gone and Livingston looked confused. He clumsily ran out of the church, leaving Christopher kneeling beside the priest's dead body in grief and despair. Alone, Christopher started sobbing, not only because he had lost Father McKinley but because he had lost HIS BROTHER... but not all hope was gone, Christopher kneeled there despaired and confused, he remembered the good times when Livingston and he were two brothers, like in every family. He remembered making him laugh so much that the apple juice came out of his nose. Christopher smiled a small comforting smile at this memory. They had their ups and downs but one wasn´t the same without the other because nobody knows you better than your sibling no matter how bad things are. <span style="color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Christopher knew how much his brother was hurting him right now but he realized HE was the reason Livingston was going through this. He realized there's no other love like the love for a brother and there's no other love like the love from a brother. The phrase hit him like a soccer ball hits your face when you least expect it: <span style="color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14.25pt; margin: 0cm;">“Forgiveness is the solution…” <span style="color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Christopher knew what he had to do to save Livingston (and himself) he had to bring forgiveness between them because <span style="color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Gandhi was right: if we all live by 'an eye for an eye' the whole world will be blind…

Christina Final Draft-

All was silent. The kind of silence that makes you afraid of breaking it. The kind of silence found inside St Elizabeth´s Church, a brown brick 12 story luxurious church surrounded by neatly trimmed trees and grass and tall pointed towers that rose from the roof. Windows surrounded the separate towers. There were various brown, elegant doors leading towards the entrance of the silent church. There was no sound at all, not even the sound of wind or a heartbeat, the silence that makes ears start to ache cause they need to hear some sound... and in the middle of all this silence stood two whispering men. Father McKinley was already old and his whole body showed his already lived life, while Christopher´s youth could still be seen in his dark brown hair and strong body. Yet Christopher was troubled and afraid, and fear is a contagious feeling… <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">“I don´t know what to do Father…” whispered Christopher, his voice breaking. <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">Father McKinley held back his worry and put a calm face on to make Christopher feel at ease. The priest, a man with years marked across his face said <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">“Have faith my dear brother, there´s nothing the Lord can´t fix…” <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">As he put his wrinkled pale hand on Christopher´s shoulder. His brown eyes sparkled with hope just like they did years ago when age hadn´t marked his face, his wrinkled smile and line tired eyes showed Christopher there was yet some hope. But Christopher´s blue eyes showed doubt… <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">The moment was interrupted by a loud BAM! The two men turned to see the sound had come from the slamming of the huge wooden church door. Christopher and Father McKinley couldn´t believe their eyes… A man with ripped clothes splattered with dried blood was standing there. Yet it looked like no living man, the creature was a zombie, a walking corpse, the living dead, a demon… As it got closer the two realized it looked exactly like Christopher but dead… <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">“Livingston…” Christopher whispered to himself in fear. <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">Livingston stomped his way to his brother and picked him up by the neck with inhuman strength. Christopher´s skin began losing its humanly color as he struggled, choked, and squirmed trying to break free. His feet threw helpless kicks and his feet were not touching the floor. The priest´s eyes grew wide and he stepped back, wanting to do something yet not sure what so his shaking hands clumsily took out a rosary and started praying silently with eyes closed hoping for a miracle. <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">“Why are you doing this?...” Christopher managed to say to his brother. <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">“Because of what YOU did to me and mother!” yelled Livingston with the most hate he had ever felt. “I'm sorry for not being there for you and mom... I regret it... the thought haunts me day and night… If I could I would go back in time... please…brother..." Christopher choked what he thought would be his last words. <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">The wrath in Livingston's eyes disappeared at those words and his hand loosened its grip on Christopher's neck as flashbacks of his childhood appeared in his mind. There they were him and Christopher, laughing on the swings. Christopher fell to the floor gasping for air and crouched there to recover but when he looked up it was too late- Livingston´s flashbacks began to race back to painful memories. They were there on the swings laughing when mom called them from inside the house… mom… then his mind raced back to the moment he was kneeling beside his mother´s bed, knowing there was nothing left but to wait… and where was Christopher?... <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">The human-ness in Livingston's eyes was gone. Father McKinley watched the whole scene, frozen on the spot by fear, his prayers began to make no sense at all and his face was deathly pale. The statue of the Virgin Mary looked down at the three men, her marble eyes filled with disappointment and sadness. Livingston stood still for a few seconds panting and suddenly he was thrown into a convulsion, he fell to the ground and rolled around, his mouth foaming. He gnashed his teeth and bit his tongue until blood came out. His lips opened and the spitit shrieked, his eyes rolled back, and his body twisted as if possessed by an inhuman force. The new Livingston stood up, pupils as red as blood. "All must pay" came a demonic voice that was not his yet it was coming out of his mouth. Livingston's demon side was enraged and the human he used to be was long gone... He turned his head in a violent movement toward Christopher yet the sight of his brother made him feel like something inside of him had died. So he turned again but this time toward Father McKinley while Christopher just stood there, not sure of what to do. Livingston stomped his way to the priest, whose eyes were wide with dread, and took out his laser. <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">"Livingston, no!" yelled Christopher <span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 22pt; margin-bottom: 18pt;">But his screams didn't seem to bother him. Without thinking twice, Livingston pulled the trigger and Father McKinley fell to the floor- dead... Livingston then turned the laser towards Christopher but before he could make his second kill, the demon was temporarily gone and Livingston looked confused. He clumsily ran out of the church, leaving Christopher kneeling beside the priest's dead body in grief and despair. Alone, Christopher started sobbing, not only because he had lost Father McKinley but because he had lost HIS BROTHER... Christopher just wanted to go and kill his brother, end him before he ended Christopher. He was so angry at Livingston he wanted to kill him but then another side of him spoke, the side that said not all hope was gone, Christopher kneeled there despaired and confused, he remembered the good times when Livingston and he were two brothers, like in every family. He remembered making him laugh so much that the apple juice came out of his nose. Christopher smiled a small comforting smile at this memory. They had their ups and downs but one wasn´t the same without the other because nobody knows you better than your sibling no matter how bad things are. Christopher knew how much his brother was hurting him right now but he realized HE was the reason Livingston was going through this. He realized there's no other love like the love for a brother and there's no other love like the love from a brother. The phrase hit him like a soccer ball hits your face when you least expect it: “Forgiveness is the solution…” Christopher knew what he had to do to save Livingston (and himself) he had to bring forgiveness between them because Gandhi was right: if we all live by 'an eye for an eye' the whole world will be blind…