Free Web NovelChapter 21: Ch 21: The Confession Train On Bridge III
It was a very pleasant, sunny day.
Gwen Stacy had just finished her morning classes. She and Peter Parker were walking toward the cafeteria to grab a coffee before their next lecture. As they walked, Peter rambled about the wall he’d hit in his cross-species genetics research, the one he was working on under Dr. Connors.
That’s when the commotion erupted. Phones buzzed. Everyone seemed to be... excited?
A cluster of students gathered around someone’s tablet.
"Its Veritas, he’s back!"
"Hey, look, Veritas is streaming again."
"Yo, lol, my comment was first!"
Gwen’s blood went cold. She needed to leave.
"Urghh." Gwen doubled over, clutching her stomach.
Peter spun toward her with worry. "Gwen? What happened? Are you okay?"
"Period cramps," she wheezed, already backing away. "Really bad. Gotta go. Bye!"
She was gone before Peter could say another thing.
Gwen, in her spider-suit, swung fast between buildings. Wired earphones connected from her phone, feeding her that smooth, horrible voice that all the people were forced to hear.
She pushed faster.
’Ten minutes. He gave me ten freaking minutes!’
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"Now then, shall we begin, Father? Will you hear my confession?" Luke said, with clap of his hands.
Father Patrick rose slowly. "Veritas," he said, "a confession must be done in private."
Luke waved a dismissive hand. "No need for that. I’m perfectly fine with other people knowing. In fact, I insist."
Patrick forced a nod. "Fine. Let’s have it your way. Then let me explain the procedure, if you’re unfamiliar. You start by—"
"Ah, no." Luke cut him off with a raised finger. "I’ll start right away."
Father Patrick sighed. There really wasn’t any other option than to go along. "Sure."
Luke’s mask’s expression softened into something almost human. Almost vulnerable.
"You see, Father," He began, voice quieter now, "my father, was a very hardworking man. Very dedicated. But the person he worked for abused him every single day. Humiliated him. Screamed at him. Called him names I can’t repeat in front of nuns."
"Every evening, after he came home, he would sit down with a cigarette and drink. And for each time his boss insulted him that day, he would burn my mother’s body with that lit cigarette. One burn per insult. Very precise. Very disciplined." Luke’s voice stayed calm.
"Eventually, she died. And then it was my turn."
Sister Mary’s hand flew to her mouth. She was very kindhearted and couldn’t listen to anyone’s suffering. Evidently, not even of a terrorist’s.
"Later, I got these powers. Extraordinary powers from an extraordinary accident. And one day, I was hired for a job that needed my unique skills. That day, I got insulted four times. Four."
He held up four gloved fingers.
"When I got home, I didn’t have a cigarette. Never picked up the habit. So I simply used my palms instead. Did exactly what my father did to me for all 13 years of my life."
The mask’s smile vanished completely. The black lips pressed thin.
"But I made a mistake. I was supposed to do four burns. I killed him in two. After the second time, there was no body left. No bones. Nothing." He tilted his head.
The Patrick looked extremely terrified, not just him, even Mary as well, who was sympathizing for him just a few moment ago. They had realized something very dangerous. The man behind the Jester mask... was utterly broken and insane.
"I think my father still hasn’t forgiven me for that. Wherever he is, he’s probably still cursing me for not being able to achieve such a simple task..."
Luke straightened himself.
"That’s the gravest sin I want forgiven, Father. The sin of a son who couldn’t follow his father’s example properly."
Patron Comments:
[The Fool Fan: He reminded me so much of him... A sticky white tear just rolled down between my legs...]
[PPPPOTAH: @The Fool Fan, lol, really? you came?]
[ BindgeBindge: aww yeah, my daily dose of edge 🥰]
[urPP: Joker of that universe really was a legend, I wonder why he never used any TP. He earned so much TP in so few streams, that he could’ve lived forever. RIP, my goat. ]
[urPP donated 2 TP ]
[PPPPOTAH: @The Fool Fan, you know this one did it for you. He deserves a reward.]
[The Fool Fan: @PPPPOTAH you’re right. Take it, lad. I’m broke for 2 weeks now...]
[The Fool Fan donated 90 TP]
[Greedycat: That was such a perfect opportunity to say The LINE, why did he not say it!!! ]
[ The Fool Fan: @Greedycat, I am glad he didn’t though. Newbies take inspirations and its fine. But when they just copy others completely then its just cringe. I like his style but I really hope he discovers his more of his unique style in the future.Looking forward to his career... ]
As Luke heard the donation ring, his eyes glanced at the phone for a bit.
Yeah, this showmanship was worth it, Luke realised. That single donation was mere 10 points less than the bonus TP he gets from fighting Gwen.
"I think my father still hasn’t forgiven me for that. Wherever he is, he’s probably still cursing me for not being able to achieve such a simple task..."
Luke straightened himself.
"That’s the gravest sin I want forgiven, Father. The sin of a son who couldn’t follow his father’s example properly."
Father Patrick cleared his throat. His voice came out steadier than he felt. "Your sins are hereby absolved... may God grant you forgiveness."
Luke let out a long sigh. "Haaa~ that felt good. Real good for the conscience."
"By the way, Father... have you ever committed a sin?"
Patrick’s heart slammed against his ribs.
"I have, everyone does..." he said carefully, and tried to change the topic... "But I’ve already been absolved. And for you, Veritas, my boy, things can still be different. I can help you. I can save—"
"Oh, you’ve sinned too?" Luke cut him off, the black smile stretching wide.
"That’s interesting. Why don’t you tell me about it?"
"That is confidential," Patrick said. "Between God and me."
Luke raised his palm. The orange glow reflected in the old priest’s eyes.
"It’s not polite to keep secrets, Father. You know mine. I need to know one of yours. Tell me... your gravest sin."
Patrick’s breathing quickened. Fight or flight. His body screamed run, but there was nowhere to go.
He forced out a lie, voice trembling just enough to sound genuine. "My sin was... as a child, I was playing ball and accidentally hit a bird’s nest. The nest broke and the hatchlings died. I could never forgive myself. I pledged from that day to never hurt—"
"A bird’s nest," Luke repeated, wiping a fake tear. "That’s adorable."
"But I asked for your gravest sin. That one is clearly not it."
Luke tilted his head the other way.
"Oh. I see the problem. A great man like you just doesn’t understand what ’gravest sin’ means." He raised a single finger, teacher-like. "Let me show you."
Patrick’s stomach dropped. The cat wasn’t just out of the bag—the whole zoo was about to loose.
"Fuck you, Veritas!"
The old priest lunged for the gate. He made it three whole steps before Luke grabbed his collar from behind and slammed him flat on the floor.
"GAAHHH!"
Air left Patrick’s lungs in a wet gasp. Luke bent down and pulled him upright by the back of his neck, like a misbehaving kitten.
"Now, wwwwhere were you going? Tell me... have you committed a graver sin than this one?"
His phone’s screen flickered. A recording began to play. His Phone telekinesis moved the phone near the bound hostages so they could too could see it. The recording was also shared with public and patron viewers.
Patrick Sein and Senator Stern shook hands. A suitcase full with cash was handed to Patrick in exchange of... 8 small innocent faces. At the end, Patrick and Stern hugged... and it seemed like they whispered something into each others ears.
"That’s Alicia. Suzanne. Elijah, and the other kids..." Sister Mary’s voice broke. "You told us... you told us they were adopted by a countryside family. Why is the Senator taking them? Where is he taking them?"
The next clip answered her question.
Sister Mary stopped breathing.
The children lay dismembered on a research table made of cold steel.
A voice recording played in the background.
Senator Stern’s voice, casual as a grocery list: "None of the previous batch turned out to be mutants. We’ll need more supply call Patrick."
More clips. More children. More reports with stamps of MUTANT or NON-MUTANT.
More and more and more... stamps after stamps after stamps. freewebnøvel.coɱ
NON-MUTANT. MUTANT. MUTANT. NON-MUTANT.
Stamped. Filed. Disposed of.
Sister Mary wept and passed out. Sister Sarah shook. Deacon Paul’s fists trembled.
"How... how could you?" Sister Sarah’s voice cracked. "They were children. Children from our own orphanage. Mary and I raised them like mothers!"
Deacon Paul stood up. His face was wet. His voice was pure rage.
"Father Patrick. This sin is unforgivable." He turned to the masked figure. "Veritas. You are not the devil. That creature on the floor is. Kill him. He doesn’t deserve to live."
But what Paul seemed to have forgotten was that this Jester wasn’t some misunderstood villain figure... he was an utter and complete madman.
Luke turned to Paul, "Oh, Paul! You are not the one who gets to choose who dies today...." frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
Then Luke’s... Nah... Veritas’s mask stretched into a smile far wider than any human face should allow. The black-painted lips slowly parted, revealing rows upon rows of jagged, shark-like teeth. A long black tongue slithered between them, making the already horrifying grin even worse.
Public comments:
[Caffinewitch: wtf!!!! scaryyy!!! ]
[ Ann: yeah... that’s what a devil jester looks like... ]
[ Misa: my type tbh... ]
Patron Comments:
[ appleJam: ayo! what the fuck is that!! ]
[ The_Disgraced_One_: The brat is adapting remarkably well to his new role. I was sure he would need more time to get used to making people fear him. How utterly interesting. ]
[ The_Disgraced_One_ donated 3 TP ]
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[ Ark_D_Lucifer: the priest who whitewashed the devil was a devil himself, interesting... but wtf is that smile!! ]
[ BindgeBindge : my goofy smile 🥰 (I’m about to commit an act of extreme terrorism) ]
Then...
The stream, just for the people of Marvel, was paused.
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