CREATE MY OWN PERFECTION

“crazy comes in two forms, sweetheart. rocking back and forth, locked up for your own good kind of crazy and get shit done crazy. you? not sure what kinda crazy you are, but i’m guessing the latter. most nut jobs would be screaming by now.” he’s not exactly known for his tact, but it’s not often that he needs tact in his line of work.

another laugh rolls out of him and he shakes his head, more than a little amused by the girl in front of him. “do you really know what kind of man i am? do you know what we do here? there ain’t a fucker in this place that doesn’t get their rocks off by sinning and there ain’t a single one of them that’s got any patience for you trying to save their soul, so what the fuck do you think you’re gonna do here? unless you’re planning on putting on a show or getting on your knees, i’m thinking you let this one go.”

“This world of yours is mine too Barnes.” Audrey snapped, finally reaching the end of her patience. “I was born into it, cut my teeth on it, and I will die in it. Yet still I see her and all the saints and angels.” She held up her cross and boldly took a step towards William Barnes, staring at him as if she was just as tall as him-no, taller. “I cannot save your soul, only the Lord can do that, all I can do is tell you what I have been told-” or, rather, what she has witnessed and has gathered from that which, all in all, tends to be nothing but that’s way too much of a mouthful “-and that is the extent of my duties.”

The cross falls from her fingers, swinging slightly and momentarily catching the light before resting. “A man may inhabit a world of sin and still enter the gates of Heaven.” At least, that’s what Audrey liked to believe. For her sake, and her parents’. “But only if he so wishes.”