Reverend Matthew-Story 2 Of The Insanities Of Hotel Room 63 Bryan King
Reverend Matthew
STORY 2 OF THE INSANITIES OF HOTEL ROOM 63
“I’ll tell you what. Let’s make a deal.” The man in the black tie said. “If you can tell me what part of the bible the story of The Two Fountains is, I won’t kill your family, and I won’t throw you out the window.” The detonator lay on the table.
Reverend Matthew’s eyes searched the room, and his face went pale. He tried to move his hands but they were tied to tightly. He opened his mouth to say something, but only air came out.
The man in the black tie smiled. “You’re running out of time Reverend.” He picked up the detonator and looked at his watch. “7,6,5…” the Reverend’s brain was racing. A thousand things passed through his mind in one second. “3,2,1-” His thumb pressed down slightly on the button.
“WAIT! Wait.” He would have to guess. “It’s …in the book of Luke. Chapter 3. Verse 2.” He knew it was wrong as soon as it left his lips.
“Congratulations, Reverend, you managed to say the most unright answer I have ever heard in my life.” He roared with laughter, as he pulled the detonator up to Reverend Matthew’s face. He was sweating profusely, and he gritted his teeth as the man in the back tie started to press down on the detonation button again.
“POWWWW!” The man in the black tie screamed.
Reverend Matthew jumped back. Eyes wide.
The man in the black tie grinned. “Gotcha.”
The Reverend let out a sigh.
The man in the black tie put down the detonator on the table again. “This is getting fun, ain’t it?” He pulled up a chair and sat in front of the Reverend. There was a long pause, where both men just sat and looked at each other. Then Reverend Matthew said, “What do you want?”
The man in the black tie seemed amused at the statement.
“What do I want? How about 2 million bucks, a jag, a decent job and a woman that looks better than the monster I’m with now. That’s what I want.” He leaned back in his chair, and crossed his legs. “But I don’t think you can give me any of that. Am I right?” The Reverend nodded. The man in the black tie smiled, “Thought so.”
Reverend Matthew struggled against the ropes but it was useless; they were tied to tightly. “Why are you doing this then?” He would have to do something to keep the man from pressing that button.
“To tell you the truth, I have no idea why I’m doing this. Maybe I’ve just lost my marbles. Maybe this is my way of having fun. Hell, Reverend, you might be dreaming.”
He knew he wasn’t dreaming. He wished he was dreaming, and this would all go away in the morning, but that wasn’t going to happen.
“So you’re just going to sit here and threaten to kill my family?” He wanted out.
“Yeah, doesn’t that sound like something you want to do? Or, are you not having as much fun as I am.”
The Reverend shook his head.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I promise to make it more fun.” He grinned wickedly. “This is an all or nothing bet, Reverend. You have everything to gain, and everything to lose. If you can solve this riddle, I will untie you and you will never see me or my men again.” This time it wasn’t a bible question. “What is black and white and red all over?”
Reverend Matthew suddenly felt very joyous. He had heard this joke millions of times. “A newspaper.” It sprang from his lips before he could think.
“Well that is true, Reverend, but the answer is was looking for was a skunk with a diaper rash. Sorry, but you lose.” Another man appeared through the hotel door, with the number 63 on it. The man held a small pistol. At the same time, the man in the black tie stood up and grabbed the detonator. The Reverend strained against the ropes as hard as he could, but still nothing. “I’m sorry it worked out like this, Reverend, but, that’s what happens when you run into crazy people like me.” He pushed down on the button. Reverend Matthew didn’t have much time to mourner though, because he was shot three times in the belly by the man in the black tie’s henchman. Blood made a huge spot on his shirt. The last thing he said before he died was “Well, at least I get to see my family again in Heaven.” The man in the black tie smiled. “Reverend, I think you are going to be disappointed.”
Dianna Matthew arrived at her non-blown up house at about 6:34 p.m. There was a note on the door.
Mrs. Matthew, I’m sorry but I’ve killed your husband.
-Man in the black tie
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