SINNERS

SINNERS

CHAPTER TWO

North Texas Hospital

Bucky BonAires stared at the ceiling of his hospital bed with great despair. He stared at the checkered boxes black and white with great scrutiny as if looking to decipher a great and ancient puzzle. He struggled to find meaning in all of it: His brothers’ death, the car crash and all in all the bereavement of his family. A strong weight could be felt across his shoulders; the weight of the world made him heavy and emotional.

Tears danced around his cheeks like a raging waterfall. He couldn’t believe his brother was no longer alive he was the closest thing to happiness for him. He loved Joseph, to see him no longer alive made him lament the cursed day of the car accident.

He played countless scenarios of how he could have changed the situation but all seemed futile. He was alone in all this. The funeral took place today but he was in no condition to join his family to pay his last respect. IVs filled with green liquid hung above him, blood being trickled into his veins like a canon waterfall.

The smell of sterile liquids and medication rented the air. He couldn’t taste hospital food as the medications made him numb from any physical taste. The soft hum of the air conditioner gave him sleepless nights and would take over his sleep like a rhetoric lullaby. Outside was a slight drizzle that gave birth to an iridescent rainbow. He did not deserve to live; he was to take his brother’s place in the pit.

His ribs were bandaged and his arms were brandished with all kinds of medical paraphernalia like a mummy in its tomb. The door swung open slowly to reveal his mother, Maria BonAires. She looked at him with great mercy and pity. She sauntered across the room and sat by the chair beside him.

Her long soft silver hair, that was once blonde made her all the more beautiful under the rainbows edge. Her eyes were filled with tears as she clasped her hands with his son’s. He felt her warm hand against his cold veins that radiated hope and love. A beautiful gesture. He cried uncontrollably.

“I have to go honey…your aunts and uncles are waiting for me downstairs. We’ll catch up later” she said in a soft sweet tone.

He let go of her arm and studied her face, a look of great love warmed him.

Midnight

Bucky woke up with a jolt. He dreamed of the car accident and watching his brother die at his behest. He had blood on his hands and would never forgive himself. The room was chill and cold, Bucky tried to cover himself with the bed sheets but that did not stop the cold.

A nurse came inside to give him some medication and left as soon as he took them. He felt a warm presence that left him questioning his sanity. Finally, he heard a voice a loud booming one, his eyes shot up to the once abandoned ceiling. Up there he could see a thick mist and a bright radiating light that made the whole room glow in perpetuity.

Bucky BonAires you are chosen

You shall be my herald for these dark times

I am your reckoning

Bucky feeling quite bewildered spoke to the mysterious entity.

What do you mean?

Silence.

Then a tongue of fire appeared on his head and quickly vanished before it got to his crown. Suddenly he felt a huge warm presence, he was filled with visions of people committing violent acts: murders, corruption, stealing to mention a few.

How could this be possible?

The warm mist faded as if going through the walls of the hospital ceiling. Bucky was lost for words. He felt an immense power in his veins, his wounds were completely healed and he felt like a god.