Faith: Edited
Freak closes his eyes...It's then that he notices the smell, rotten eggs, and decaying flesh...The image of his tormentors' smoking faces, mouths open in silent screams frozen in death is seared into his mind. Where their eyes were are empty chasms pooling blood onto the floor, mixing with broken eggs. A voice resounds in his head. "I am with you, my son." And the storm rages.…