Godkiller in a Bag (Part 3 of 3)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Whether it was the god’s fault or not, the weather became beastly cold and worked to freeze their hands and feet.  The truck driver had burst open some of her cargo and took out the goods destined for a big-box store, outfitting both of them well.  The god’s winter would have to try harder to freeze them.

Eventually they reached the top of the mountain, huddled against the wind and snow.  Even in the daylight, the thickness of the storm prevented them from seeing very far.

“Where’s the cavern?” the trucker asked.  She held onto the hitchhiker’s arm to make sure they didn’t get separated in the storm.

He held tight to her as well.  “I don’t know.  This could be a trick as far as we know.”

“How?” she asked.  “You saw it just like I did.  The vision.”

“Could be falsified.”  He fell to his knees and huddled.  “There’s got to be a way to call it.”

The trucker crouched beside him and put a hand to the top of the canvas rucksack.  She held his chin with the other hand.  “We have bait.”

“That’s too big a risk.”

“Is there another option?”

The hitchhiker gripped the straps of his sack in his gloved hands.  He looked to the sky and cried out, “I have it!  Show yourself, and I can work out a deal.  I’ll trade you the Apple if you will grant us our freedom!”

He put his hand to the clip and undid it, showing the contents of the bag to the sky.

The snow stopped falling in an instant, the sun shone from the lap of the god, and then –


“You… You shot me?”

Thank goodness she’d checked my bag.  Thank goodness she’d stolen my magnum and hidden it in her coat pocket where the god didn’t look.  Thank goodness she’d eaten the Apple and had the free will to pull the trigger.

I shared his heart with the truck driver, and we both relished in his power.  The god no longer determined our fates, no longer directed our paths or altered our present.  The pesky narrator would have no power over me.

I lifted my hand, the power of the all-knowing, narrating god coursing through my veins, and returned my friends and family to their natural state: alive, well, and home.

She grasped my shoulder.  “Can we even go back?” she asked.  “We’re not as we were.”

I hugged her.  “What else can we do?”

“We can’t control people’s fates.  We can’t take away free will just like the god we killed.”  A tear went down her cheeks.   “Is this goodbye, then?” she asked.

I nodded my head.  “I’ll see you around.  Invite you to birthday parties, get trashed sometime when it’s a bit more convenient.”

“I’d like that.”  She patted me on the back, pulled me tight, and used her newly gained power to vanish somewhere else.  “By the way, my name is Evelyn.”

I ran up to where she had stood.  “And my name is-”

But she was gone, and I had a new goddess to chase.

(Part 1) (Part 2)

13 thoughts on “Godkiller in a Bag (Part 3 of 3)

  1. booksofb says:

    Thank you – i really enjoyed this series. I only wish that it had been a bit longer. There was so much to work with here. I wanted more. 😉



    • H.R.R. Gorman says:

      Perhaps one day I’ll come up with an addition. As a person of faith, I had a hard time doing this last part – it felt almost sacrilegious, since they literally used free will from the Apple to kill a god. It was a weird feeling, and I’ll at least want to ponder over that before picking back up.

      • Tom Darby says:

        I can see the three phases of man’s relationship with God in your story: the unauthorized gaining of knowledge (the apple,) the attempt to hide/run away (the back pack, the truck ride,) and the passing of the old covenant to the new covenant (the killing of the god, the creation of a new being.) It’s all there and laid out perfectly.

        God forbid Adam and Eve to eat from the tree of knowledge (commonly called the Tree of Good and Evil.) Man fell from grace and from that time until Christ’s resurrection, he ran from God, hiding behind list upon lists of rules God designed to keep man in check. Finally, God through Christ, removed the stumbling block between Himself and man, in essense allowing Himself to suffer death on the cross, and in a tranfiguration, creating a new being in the Messiah.

        Hopefully, this helps assuage any guilt (if you can call it that) which you might be feeling. I say, great job, H.R.R.!

      • Tom Darby says:

        Glad to have helped. I had to think about the story in this context after you stated a sense of ‘sacrilege.’ It is wonderful to actually find a use for my doctorate for once. Keep pushing the envelop!

  2. Liz H says:

    So is the male character’s name Steve, Steve, or Ron?
    Just like in the bible, the Apple is the root of all our problems–and the means to set us free. Knowledge is power, technology the ship we sail (Unless I’m putting too much of my own spin on this).
    Another enjoyable triple!

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