I’m getting tired of this shit, Nate thought to himself as he kneeled behind the dumpster. His prey, the young Mexican who’d been buying drugs from the boys in blue at the precinct’s evidence room, had been fucking his girlfriend in the apartment above him for two hours now. Nate absent-mindedly pulled a Marlboro from within his leather vest as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He’d been stalking this damned wetback for several days after having found out that he was the main drug supplier at the cesspool that people called a nightclub. The Pit, Nate ponders, That damned place sure as hell lives up to its name.

         Nate lowered his head, pulling out a vial of holy water. He mumbled a prayer, annointing himself in Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ’s name. Concentrating on The Holy Power of the One above, Nate let himself receive a vision from the Lord. In his mind, he could see the dark hallways of the run-down apartment building. The hallways were abandoned, and Nate was sure that now was the time to act.

         Tiring of the heat, Nate decided to end this once and for all. He rose from the slime-encrusted pavement. He quickly ran to the front door of the complex, his leather boots quietly spashing in the puddles on the pavement. Glancing around, he quickly opens the door and quietly but hurriedly finds his way to his prey’s apartment on the second floor.

         Finding himself in the shadows outside his prey’s apartment door, Nate scratched his chin, kneeling and preying. He rose, approaching the door. He mumbles a brief prayer and smiles upon hearing the clicks of the door’s many locks opening by the will of God.

         Quietly, he stalked into the darkened apartment. He could already hear the squeaking and moaning within the sinner’s bedroom. He frowned as he smelled the marijuana smoke in the air, and then smiling, he pulled his sawed-off shotgun from its holster on his back.

         The young Mexican quickly screamed as Nate burst the bedroom door down, rising up on the bed from his position in between the young Mexican girl’s legs. The girl screamed as well, swiftly pulling the bedsheets over herself in order to attempt to salvage what little pride she had left. The young man quickly started cursing in Spanish, reaching over for the revolver on the nightstand. He almost managed to grab it before Nate raised his shotgun, leveling it at the young man. The young man, however, did manage to grab his gun, quickly pointing it at Nate before shrieking in pain as the gun exploded in flames in his hand.

         Nate shook his head somewhat, sighing as the young man cowers in fear and pain on the bed. Nate glared at the woman, motioning at the door. “Leave. NOW,” he shouted at her. She hurriedly did so.

         The young man cried somewhat. “PLEASE, DON’T….. OH MY GOD…. Oh god…. PLEASE DON’T….” Nate lowered his sunglasses somewhat, the bright, glowing red crucifixes in his eyes clearly obvious now. “Then the LORD rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire from the LORD out of heaven,” Nate shouted as he drew his bead upon the young man with the shotgun, his trigger-finger starting to clench up.

         And it did rain upon the poor young man that night.