Live Fast Die Young [MARCEL LABAT]

[Kenneth Frost]

"If this creature is so great and so mighty then why doesn't he make us play by his rules?" Kenneth asked Marcel, standing up with a little wobble "You get Muslims blowing themselves up, Catholic's sexually assaulting little girls, Protestants who arm children with guns and knives and Jews trying to change the views of everyone around them," He was holding a Tonfa in each hand and standing over Marcel "The list goes on and on and on, some of these people, some of these criminals even have the gall to claim these crimes are them fulfilling the wishes of God, Can you believe that?" He stopped walking around Marcel, of course he could he was one of them "So by that logic we're run by a murderous, perverted and intolerant bastard, is that what you're saying?"

[Marcel Labat]

"God created us and let us do what we pleased with the lives that were His gift." Marcel said, rising, swaying on his feet, "Whatever the people under God's creation choose to do, it is of their own will. We face retribution from God in the afterlife; Heaven or Hell. He lets us do as we please here as our test before we actually have to face Him: our creator, our master.

"No. We are not run by 'a murderous, perverted and intolerant bastard', as you so put it. We were created by an all powerful being; not a creature, as you put it. An all powerful being who let us run as we pleased, do as we pleased, in order to let us have freedom until we came back to Him."

[Kenneth Frost]

Kenneth snorted a little.
"So, which are you?" He glared at Marcel through his armour "Christian? Hindu? Jehova's Witness? Scientologist?"

[Marcel Labat]

"Christian. The only true religion." Marcel replied simply.

[Kenneth Frost]

"The one true religion," Kenneth snorted distastefully "No one can even decide that, you have fundamentalists, liberals, reforms, every religion has been split up into loads of little thoughts and ideas ..." He leaned on a lappost and glared down at Marcel "So, what sort of Christian are you?"

[Marcel Labat]

"I'm not sure what you mean." Marcel said.

[Kenneth Frost]

"What sort of Christian!" Kenneth chided, as if it was an obvious question "Catholic, Protestant, Evangelist, etc. etc. etc."

[Marcel Labat]

"Catholic." Marcel said simply.

[Kenneth Frost]

Kenneth laughed.

It was one of those forced laughs that you just gave to make yourself sound superior or not afraid. He stood up on his own feet.
"So many paedophile jokes so little time ..." He mused.

[Marcel Labat]

Marcel swiftly raised his arm and fired ten volleys of three blasts at Kenneth for that one.

[Kenneth Frost]

"Sorry," Kenneth pressed as the blasts ricocheted off his tonfa's as they flew up to deflect the bullets. "Did I touch a nerve there?"

[Marcel Labat]

Marcel ran forward, taking the back blade off of his weapon, holding it point down in his left hand, ready to use the otherwise complete blaster as a bayonet.

[Kenneth Frost]

"Ooh, you feel really strongly about this don't you!" Kenneth chuckled "Let me guess, you and father O'Brien have a special little secret?"

[Marcel Labat]

"What the hell are you talking about?" Marcel demanded, running in at Kenneth now.

[Kenneth Frost]

Kenneth felt reinvigorated now, he turned off against the lamppost and kicked off of it to land behind Marcel and ram the flat edge of his Tonfa's into the enemy rider's back.