The Descent Chapter 6: God's Face Part 3

Full Novel Synopsis: Sequel to 'The Spiralling', itself a sequel to the Kick-Ass (2010) movie. However, this novel can be read on its own. After Big Daddy died, Mindy was driven mad, subdued by Dave, and locked away in an Institute after killing all who she deemed responsible but Dave. Will she recover? What will happen next to a New York without her nor the Motherfucker? Elements of the Kick-Ass 2 (2013) movie and comic series will be taken in.

The Descent

Chapter 6: God’s Face Part 3

“-ROBIIIIIIIIIIIIIN'S REVEEEEEEEENNNNNGE!" No no no no no please not this again so much pain!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! " Why? Why? Why? Oh why? The pain throbs it throbs bad stop please…

STOP! NO!

I struggled awake – it was horrible. I couldn’t help but to sit up. It was so scary that I was clammy with sweat. I woke up with tears on my face. Why do I get these nightmares? They were so scary.

Dave stood at my door. He was watching me, and he looked worried. He always does. He quickly came to me, and it made me feel better already, knowing that he was there for me.

I wish I could remember everything before the bus accident, so that I could remember everything about Dave, everything about what he’d done for me. He’s the best big brother in the world, even though he scolds me and made me cry sometimes.

“Same nightmare?” Dave asked me as he sat down beside me. I nodded, trying hard not to cry. I wanted to make him proud, “What was it about? You weren’t clear the last time.”

“I don’t remember.” I thought hard about my nightmare, but all I could remember was darkness, explosions and shouting. One of them was very loud and sounds familiar. Then I remembered something. It don’t understand what it meant at all, “Ro- something… Ro-bin… Someone screamed Robin…”

“You were having a nightmare about a little bird?” Dave explained. He was smiling as he was wiping away my sweat and tears with his hand.

“No!” He was making fun of me! I’m not afraid of a bird! I felt so misunderstood – it didn’t feel like a small bird. It felt like something else, something that wasn’t a bird. I didn’t know how to explain it to Dave.

“Well, whatever it was, don’t think about it and it’ll just go away.” Dave said. I tried listening to him, but I can’t stop thinking about the nightmare. Why does it keep coming back? I hate it so much! I couldn’t help but to cry a bit again. Then Dave hugged me. I love it when he does that, “Go take a bath alright, Mandy? You’ll feel better after that.” He stood up. I miss him hugging me already.

“And if that doesn’t, I’m sure breakfast will. I’m cooking today.” He continued. I smiled. I had never tasted his cooking before, but I know it would be tasty. He walked out of the room, but before he went away, he said something else, “Oh, and by the way, I’m taking you out for some shopping after breakfast.”

Taking a new set of dress, the best that Daddy bought, I went to the bathroom. I love to take a bath, especially when the water’s hot. I just wish I didn’t have these scars on my body. When I looked at the way other girls dress, I wish I could dress like them, but I need to hide the white lines. I wish they would disappear soon. I hate them so much!

Walking out of my room and into the corridor outside my room, I went to the bathroom. When I was about to lock the door, I thought I saw someone at the other end of the corridor. I thought he had a moustache, and blonde hair like me. But when I opened the door totally again, he was gone. I guess it must have been Dave. He was near his room anyway.

Dave was right. The bath did help. I knew he would be right. He knew how to take care of me. I can’t dress like the rest of the girls in class, but at least I have Dave! I could always hear those girls hating their family, calling them names just like they called me names.

I took my bath quickly. I was excited to go shopping with Dave! I don’t remember the last time I did shopping. Have I ever shopped with Dave before? I bet I must have.

When I’m down at the kitchen, Dad and Dave were still cooking. I guess I was a little too fast, I guess. “Oh, Mandy!” Dave said. He was cooking and talking to me at the same time, “That was quick! You need to slow down sometimes. How long did you take? 5 minutes?” I didn’t even realise I was that fast. I guess I was excited about shopping.

I sat at the dinner table for a while. I like being with my brother and father. I like watching them cook together. It makes me happy that we’re together. When they were done, they set the dish before me. “Blueberry pancakes!” Blue, like my school bag and some of my clothes. I see blue all the time. Maybe I should ask for pink next, to match the blue.

“Bon appétit!” Dad said. They set down their own dishes and the forks and knives. Then there was orange juice from the fridge. I love orange juice!

Before we started eating, we prayed to God again. Dad called it the ‘Lord’s Prayer’. Dad and Dave did it seriously, so I followed them. Putting my hands together and closing my eyes, I repeated after dad.

“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.” Dave and I prayed in unison. I imagined a castle on the clouds. But what does God looked like? I thought I saw him as I said the prayer. I saw blonde hair and moustache. A pair of big spectacles. Was that how God looked like? “Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven.”

“Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.” I couldn’t help but to keep thinking about that face. It was beautiful. But was he forgiving? That thought suddenly came into my mind. Yet, it was a kind and caring face, like Dad and Dave’s.

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.” But when I saw that face, I knew that God would deliver us from evil. “Amen.”

I took my fork and knife. I couldn’t wait to taste Dad and Dave’s blueberry pancakes. But before I could do that, my left hand started shaking again. It was holding the knife. Why does that keep happening? Then Dave looked at me… with that look.

“Do you want me to help cut your pancakes again, Mandy?” Dad offered, but I didn’t want to bother him so much.

“It’s fine, Dad, thanks.” My hand with the knife was shaking, but I tried cutting my pancake that way. Why does it keep shaking? My left hand felt weak. The fingers felt weak. I couldn’t cut a piece and I had to put down the knife. So frustrating! Dave looks worried when he saw it all happening.

“You sure you’re fine?” Dad asked again. I didn’t want to bother him, so I told him I’m fine. I started cutting with my fork. It worked out okay, I guess.

“Good thinking, Mandy.” Dave praised me. I smiled at him. I love it when he does that. We ate in silence for a bit, but it was the happy sort of silence. But I had to tell them about what I saw.

“Dad, Dave.” I started, but I didn’t know how to say it. I looked at the table as I was thinking. I don’t know why I keep doing that. They said it was fine, that I was shy and timid by nature, ever since the day I was born, “I think I saw God just now when we were saying the Lord’s Prayer.”

“Well, how does he look like?” Dad asked. He looks very interested. Hadn’t he seen God before? I thought it would happen to everyone when they said the Lord’s Prayer.

I had to close my eyes and think of the face so that I could remember. “He had blonde hair, moustache and a big pair of spectacles.” I said, “He had a beautiful face.”

“Huh.” Dad uttered as he took another bite of blueberry pancakes. He sounded a little surprised. Dave still looked worried. My poor brother… He’s always caring about me. I should learn to take care of him too, “That’s interesting, because God’s normally bearded and white-haired. I don’t remember spectacles.”

“Maybe you could ask the pastor about it tomorrow.” Dad continued. What’s a pastor?

“We’re going to a church tomorrow?” Dave asked. He sounded surprised.

“Yep.” Dad said, “We sure are, buddy.” Dave still looked surprised. Don’t we go to a church all the time? Before the bus accident? “How about that, Mandy? How do you like going to church?”

“I’d love to!” I exclaimed. It feels exciting – I’d get to ask the pastor about God’s face.