Vigilante of God
Sister Amelia pushed open the large wooden door, cringing at the creaking sound that echoed off the walls. Her fellow nuns followed her inside the dimly lit office where Father Annalis waited for them. He swiveled his chair around to face them, clasping his palsied hands together on the desk before him.
“As you know,” he said, his tone curt, “it is time to administer the morality assessments.”
A jolt of excitement rippled up Amelia’s spine. It was nearing the end of the school year for the students at the Christ Summit School for Troubled Boys, which meant it was time to test if the graduating class had truly turned towards the light of Jesus Christ.
“How many will each of us be assigned this time?” Amelia said, unable to contain her grin.
Father Annalis looked at her, irritation crossing his liver-spotted face. He didn’t like to be asked direct questions. “Around five each. The graduating class this year is small.”
There was a moment of silence in which he appraised her, waiting for her usual snarky reply, and although she wanted to give him what she expected she knew it would only result in a harsher punishment than last time.
“Yes, Father,” she said, lowering her gaze. “I am sorry.”
In a good mood today, he waved away her apology. Then, he addressed each of the nuns to personally assign them the names of the boys they were meant to test. Eventually it was Amelia’s turn.
“Sister Amelia,” he said, “you will take on Gabriel Allen, Aaron Brown, Benjamin Lee, Jude Phillips, Daniel Pierce, and Isaac Wright.”
“Yes, Father.”
Once all the nuns had received their names, he concluded their congregation with the recitation of a passage from the Bible. “Remember,” he told them, “‘The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace.’”
“Yes, Father,” came the collective response.
Amelia resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She resented Father Annalis for his conceitedness. She was the one doing God’s work, not him, but given his authority over her she had to remain submissive to him.
“Get started administering assessments immediately,” he said before dismissing them to resume his studies.
The other nuns were never eager for the end of the school year. This was, however, not true for Amelia, who loved giving out the morality assessments. She was a servant to God, proudly performing his will, and knew she would be rewarded immensely in Heaven when her time came. For now, she still had many more years left to prove her worth.
Deciding to start with the first boy on the list, Amelia found Gabriel Allen’s dorm room. She lightly wrapped her knuckles against the door and a few seconds later it swung open.
“Sister,” he said, slightly bowing his head, “I didn’t expect you. Forgive my appearance.”
He was a tall lad, taller than her, but his body had not yet filled out. His light brown hair was cropped short as per the school rules. He certainly didn’t appear disheveled or unorderly, but he was still in his loungewear which was unconventional for it being so late in the day.
“Put on some appropriate attire and then go to my office. I will meet you there.”
His blue eyes widened in apprehension. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Not yet.” She smiled. “Please, get dressed and then go to my office. I trust you know where it is?”
“Yes, Sister.”
“Good. Make yourself comfortable.”
“Yes, Sister.”
She turned on her heel and walked away, hurrying back to the nuns’ hall. Her heart raced as she anticipated giving Gabriel his test. The test wasn’t just for the boys – it was also a way for the nuns to prove their dedication to God – and she wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Once inside her own bedroom she stripped down to the nude. She crossed the room to her wardrobe, pulled it open, and took out the red dress that had been hanging there since the prior year. She slipped it on; it was snug and clung to her previously concealed curves with a low neckline to showcase her breasts. Then she put on a pair of strappy black heels, tying them all the way up to her knees.
She walked to the vanity to mess with her hair and makeup and pulled her long, wavy tresses from its tight bun to let it fall down her back in a cascade of blonde. After brushing it out, she applied a coating of lip gloss and mascara.
Amelia beamed at her reflection. “‘For we are God’s handiwork,’” she said reverently, “‘created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.’”
She opened the vanity’s drawer and pulled out the wooden box within. Inside the box was a long, slender knife wrapped in black silk. She took it before leaving, making sure to keep it behind her back as she walked to her office.
“I’m coming in,” she said as she opened the office door and stepped inside. “Thank you for your patience, Gabriel.”
Gabriel stared at her, slack jawed.
Amelia giggled. “See something you like?” She sidled over to him, hands still behind her as she bit her bottom lip suggestively.
“Sister?”
“You don’t have to say a word.”
She slid into Gabriel’s lap and ran her fingers down his jawline. When she trailed her lips across his cheek she felt his cock harden.
“What are you doing, Sister?”
She undid the first two buttons of his shirt. “Call me Amelia.”
“Okay,” he said, inhaling sharply.
“Do you like this?”
He nodded meekly.
She nibbled on his ear, flicking her tongue against the lobe. “Have you ever been inside a woman before?”
“No, Sister.”
“Would you like see how it feels?”
He trembled. “Yes, Sister.”
She pulled back. “Close your eyes,” she said.
“Why?”
“I’d like to show you something and I want it to be a surprise.”
He obeyed, grinning.
She pulled out the knife, relishing the way it fit perfectly in her palm. This is what she was destined to be – a vigilante of God.
“May God forgive you for your sin,” she said.
Gabriel’s eyes flew open. “What are you doing?”
In one swift motion she slit the blade across his jugular. His blood spurted out in bright red rivulets of corruption. As it ran down her face she wept rapturously, for she knew that God was looking down on her with pride.