Hate And Fire

Mary walks around the house with a mind full of bats.  She has been abandoned -  Joseph hasn't come home in two months and the guilt inside of her gnaws her like a dozen rates.  She can't help but think of the reasons why Joseph may have left, but in the end she knows she was just not holy enough to keep him. 

Mary sees Jesus walk through the door -  he looks like milk and honey and she leers.  She wishes he were white, most boys around were white, but he has to be yellow and bright.

"Go to your room!"  she tells him in strict order.

Jesus ignores Mary and goes to the kitchen to find wine.  He smiles as he drinks from the jug.

"Poison you!"  gasps Mary before she races to her bedroom to weep.


Mary sighs as she looks at the ceiling -  it is cracked but it stands strong and she cannot complain.  However she does wish she had been chosen to be a wealthy person rather then live as peasant on broth and dry bread.  Mary looks at the sun.

"Oh sun, why bring me such a wretched boy!"  she cries.

"What do you mean wretched mother?"  asks Jesus as he steps into the room with cup held against his lips.  "I am a healer, I healed today;"

"Healed what?"  asks Mary as she sits up straight. 

"A beggar!  He had a broken leg and I healed it!"  he tells her.

"How?"  asks Mary.

"I touched it and it healed;"  tells Jesus as he glares.

Mary tosses her head and she shakes -  she cannot believe him but he often tells the truth.  Even Joseph told her he has inner magic which he cannot declare, and she wonders.

"Best you not heal again;"  she tells him.

"Why?"  asks Jesus as he challenges Mary.  "Why not?"

"You'll make enemies;"  tells Mary as she glares at Jesus like he is a ghost.  "Don't do it;"

"But I must!"  gasps Jesus.

"No!"  shouts Mary in anger which startles Jesus.

Jesus looks at Mary in quiet and he sips on his wine.  He crosses his brows -  he cannot forgive her, she is such a bad mother that he cannot look at her.

Jesus sips his wine and sits down next to Mary.  She challenges him with her strength, but he knows it is futile.  He is stronger then her he knows it, she is weak.  Her face and eyes cannot beat him, only her words can.

"The drink is good;"  he mutters before he smiles at her white washed face.

Mary nods and then she looks away. Jesus is mocking her and she knows he is disrespecting her.  She wants to hit him, but she knows he will fight -  he is not a good boy but an evil one, and he wants to win rather then learn.  He will not read his books, he will only listen to her as she reads them to him.  His mind is off on a high she cannot touch and it makes her feel she has brought up a monster.

Mary stiffens and slaps Jesus in the face -  Jesus drops his cup and he gasps in startle.

"What was that for?"  he asks.

"For disrespecting me;" tells Mary as she feels a chill.

His head hurt her hand, and she doesn't like to feel so weak.  Mary sighs inside of her chest,  but a slap from Jesus makes her mind twirl.  Mary screams.

"Then don't hit me!"  tells Jesus in sharp temper.

"You monster!"  tells Mary as she grows red before she slaps him again.

Jesus grabs Mary and he throws her onto the bed before he slams his fist against her cheek over again until her blood runs.  The blood is blue, and Jesus grows white of face as he glares.

"What is this blue?"  he asks.

"My tears!" gasps Mary.  "Now get off me!"  she scolds.

Jesus shrugs.

"Who is my father?"  he asks as he narrows his eyes.

Mary grows trembles as she remembers the child of light turn into a man then then disappear. 

"Heaven;"  she mutters as she gulps.

"Then he is me... I am he... we are both the same..."  mutters Jesus as he grows red.  "You shall bend onto your knees for me as you did him... you shall pray to me... I am he..."

"You will never be he!"  gasps Mary as she glares.  "He was a child of light, you are only gold of  skin!"

Jesus sighs.

"Maybe you're right;"  he mutters before he climbs off her.

Mary sighs.  She is glad Jesus has backed off.  She doesn't want to deal with him any longer. 


Mary sits up and sees Jesus stand before her naked.  She trembles as her spirit grows frail. He is trying to stand before her like a man but he is just a boy.  Mary cant forgive as he watches her.

"Get naked with me;"  he tells her.

Mary shakes her head.  However Jesus takes out a knife and threatens her and she cannot hold back.  She takes off her robes and she sits before Jesus naked as he.  The two of them naked is perverse and she blushes.  Jesus looks sour and inside of his mind he refuses her, but he doesn't shy from her, instead he forces himself towards her.  He wants to tell her words but he cannot.  He cannot tell her the words stuck as glue inside of his heart.  So he passes on talking and moves to touch her face.  He still holds the knife and he slides it against her cheek.  Mary wishes she could slap him, but she cannot move lest he cut into her neck.  She is his and as he bends to wipe his lips over her face she cannot fight.  His naughty nature comes out as love, but there is no love in her heart for him, she thinks him a silly odd boy who will never be anything but a freak.

Mary feels his lips slip over her neck and down to her cleavage.  There he teases her with his mouth while his naughty fingers feed her loins pleasure.  He doesn't stop.  His own body fires and he pushes himself on top of her.  He feed her him and as Mary gasps he shivers -  he feels like ice in his act of sin, and it makes him weak.  His hair turns from blonde to brown and his eyes darken -  he has touched Hell and his pure image falls apart.  But he doesn't stop -  he feeds Mary like a lover even though he is a boy and she screams!  Her blue eyes turn black and in their depths Jesus sees the fires of Hell!  He smiles and crawls towards them as though attracted -  Mary rolls her eyes; he is sin and as he fills her she burns!