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By Graham Insley
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We don't know his name. In fact we only know three things about him for sure. One, he was dying. Two, his body was racked beyond belief and, three, he was as cranky as he could be.
"People like you make me sick. Look at you, all smug and accepting death as if you weren't afraid. You don't fool me. You're as scared as I am." Ridicule and malice dripped from his lips as he snarled at the man beside him.
The other man's shoulders shifted uncomfortably as he strained his head towards the speaker; but he said nothing. Two sets of blood shot eyes focused on each other.
"Don't give me your pity. You're no better than me. I'm not fooled by your do-goody garbage. Save it for someone who gives a damn." He spat at the ground before he turned his head away from that deep, communicating look.
A sudden spasm was so intense it made Mr Grumpy's shoulders shake violently. He gritted his teeth and forced himself not to scream. But something had to come out of his mouth. He spun his head back at his target of hatred. "If your god is so good, why hasn't he delivered us from this hell? I'll tell you why, there is no god. He doesn't exist and you, you stupid moron, are as deceived as they come.
The gentle scrutiny continued to span the space between them. The enormity of his suffering, surging like a relentless tide through his entire body, prevented Mr Eyes from smiling with his lips. But he still held his silence; his gaze said everything that needed to be said.
"If I could move, I'd gauge your eyes out. You make me want to vomit with all of that holier than thou crud." Grumpy paused to cough up blood and spit it to the ground. "Come on, call on your god and bring us a miracle. Repair these shattered bones of mine. Get him to give me new legs and arms. Prove him to be true... or just die and go to hell. That's where we're all going to end up anyway."
"Why are you behaving so badly?" The voice of an onlooker snapped. "I know you. You're a bully. You're a thief and a mugger. And that's all you're doing now, bullying someone because of your own fear. Leave him alone."
A scream exploded from the nameless mans throat, followed by a blast of profanity as he lifted his head to pour out his heart at the one who had spoken. "Don't judge me, you vile pile of dung." The torment in his lungs caused his words to be jerky and his voice to drop. "I kn... know you too. You've even k... killed to get your own way. You deserve hell."
Grumpy's head dropped and it was several minutes before it was lifted again. "Maggots should crawl out of your heart; it is so dead and black with sin. Don't give me your judgment. If my body wasn't so trapped in this nightmare, I'd kill you with my bear hands."
"That's my whole point. Don't you see? We deserve everything we have got. Every ounce of pain, every nail driven into our flesh, every excruciating lungful of air is our reward for the life we have lived. But this man has done nothing."
Even though it took great effort and caused agony to race through his body, the onlooker raised his head and fixed his stare on the eyes of life. "Master, when you come into Your Kingdom, please... remember me."
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