Abigail sighed as she looked down at the man lying on the pavement. She never understood these people. They had so many chances to make something decent of themselves, so many chances to accept the grace of the Lord and yet they still chose to live like vermin. It filled her with a rage so fierce it sometimes frightened her. Didn't they realize they had been placed on earth as creatures unique? To have dominion over the world was the role of humanity, cast in God's image. How could anyone squander such a wonderful gift? As a child she had blamed it on ignorance. She had believed her father, that some people had not yet seen the light simply because they were ignorant of its presence. Some people led hard lives, he had explained, and so it was hard for them to believe. They were lost, and needed someone to guide them to the light. As she grew up however, Abigail had begun to see the foolishness in this belief. Maybe it was true for some, but the majority of the masses were ignorant by choice. They simply didn't want to see the light, and their continued existence was a blight on the world.<br/><br/>She leaned down and looked curiously at him. He was another one of the vermin, serving no purpose but to consume. An angry purple bruise was spreading across his neck. He was much larger than she was, but he hadn't been expecting to be struck in the neck with the short length of rebar she kept in her sleeve. she hadn't even needed to take it out, she had simply swung her arm at his neck and he had crumpled to the ground, gagging. She stood back up, sighing. "So pitiful." She said, shaking her head. "I offered you the chance to be saved and yet you continued to mock me. I will give you the chance to repent for your sins. Remember, suffering is a part of redemption. It is through our pain we are able to become pure."<br/><br/>The man hacked and sneered at her. "Fuck...you...you psychotic bitch!" He shouted, his voice raspy. He reached out to grab at her ankle but she pulled away, stomping on his hand and causing him to howl in pain. "No!" She shouted, kicking him in the ribs. "You. Aren't. Repenting. Hard. Enough!" Each word punctuated by another kick to the abdomen. She had tried it her father's way. She had tried to be nice and spread the Word of God to this lost soul. But what had it gotten her? Insults! Insults and mocking laughter. No. She had tried and failed. Now she would do it her way.