Heretic!

This is a story that I wrote for the challenge, but it turned out really, really short.  So, I ended up writing another instead.  However, I thought you might enjoy reading it.

    His death would be my joy.   I grinned wickedly at the small cottage in front of me.  Judgment would be swift, death would be swifter.  I could picture his horror filled face, his wife petrified with fear, and his children screaming in terror.  His wife would cling to her husband begging us not to take him.  Ha!  As if that wish would be granted.  I could not wait to see him burn.

    The soldiers behind me shifted from one foot to the other eager to begin.  

    The wind whistled through the grass creating an eerie moaning sound.  The moon was blackened by a cloud.  I took a step forward and waved for the others to follow.  Instead of going to the door, I peered through the window.  The man was talking, telling a story.  His little children gazed up into his face, their lips curving upwards into small grins.  I gritted my teeth, he was telling a Bible story.  The heretic!

    I nodded at the others, and they prepared to barge in the door, that was when I heard it, small voices citing The Lord’s Prayer.  Anger and hate flooded through me.  I bellowed and shoved the door open.  “You are under arrest you heretic!”