"He went down the road. Left and right of old houses. He was not fast, he was not in a hurry. He had no reason to to be in a hurry. To rush yourself. In a hurry to be on time for work come. get in a hurry to be the railway. to do in a hurry to be important purchases, before closing the business. Close the shops in the city at all? He had no idea because he was new in town. Here no one knew him - Until now. No one would ask who he was. Anyone would be interested in where his road led. He enjoyed the anonymity of the city. Unlike in the 300-strong village where he resided until yesterday. After what he did last night, he could not stay there. Not in this place where everyone knows everyone. Perhaps his old friends had found the remains of his act already. Maybe not. It could not matter to him. He had received payment for the gruesome act and knew no one in here.
This thought filled him with joy and pride. It gave him a sense of certainty that you can easily turn into the next side street and then to be gone. But he was proud of his deed? Can people like him ever again be happy and feel safe?
The mood of the man with the black, greasy hair more rapidly. The city offered him but camouflage against the police, but the Almighty, there is nothing hidden. He could turn into the next dark alley, that darkness gives it protection from observers. But before his conscience, he can not hide.
This statement froze him. To get a clear head, he leaned against an old wall to his right and breathed deeply. He missed the clear January air. What he here penetrated into the lung was one of car exhaust artificially heated mixture of air and dirt particles. A loud screeching car a few blocks further brought him back from his thoughts. He realized what he needed: spiritual healing. Before the law, he would always be a limitation to the murderer, who is in the order. But before God, he can store his debt and get a new chance. At that moment he realized plaintively, has the great value the church. And he was sorry that he had neglected in the last years of his life actually ordered and quiet Sun Last year, he had not even attended the church service on Christmas Day.
"Hey wait a minute! Can you tell me where is the nearest church here? Here in the big city, but everything, so it also defines a church. "he said to a young couple is probably just how he was able to verify on the musty smell of old cinema seats and sticky popcorn, been to the cinema was. The joyous expression of . Lady and the tired face of the man was close to a love story, the lady replied with a smile on his face: "Yes, here it gives all. Restaurants and shops can be found on the road back here. Hotels are in the other direction. But here is where a church, I do not know for sure. "They went further.
The sad man, not even 12 Hours had committed a murder, has now been more thoughtful. He had immediately recognized where the couple came from, what it had just made. You could see from his face and what he had done this before? This idea was to cringe. He tried to calm himself by reminding himself that the city offered him many hiding places. It could be somewhere else every night. No one would ever know who he was and what he wanted.
With new confidence, he continued his flight. The escape from his debt. He asked other passersby if they knew where the next church to be found. Everyone was friendly and helpful. Was the eve of the friendly face the city? "Thanks for the directions, I find be all right." With these words, he thanked a local guide. With rapid steps he went to church, which he visited so desperately wanted to take off his debt. Would he be the first matter, he could ever hide from justice.
altar, candles, incense smell. Here he was right. He was full of anticipation to the old confessional, just his luck was occupied by a priest. After 15 minutes he was full of new vitality and ready for new adventures. "
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