Unholy Trinity: Holy Diving: Drabbles Inspired by Dio by Patrick Winters

Our church worships at the altar of the Unholy Trinity. Its gospels are delivered as a trio of dark drabbles, linked so that Three become One. All hail the power of the Three.

I Speed at Night

I got out, and I ain’t goin’ back. 

My blood was on fire in life. My soul was on fire in death, burnin’ hotter than the flames that claimed me in the crash. But now I’m free and ridin’ again. I keep the sun to my back and stick to the shadows, barrelin’ across the country in my phantom GTO. So long as the light don’t hit me, I’ll keep drivin’ as long as I want.

Twenty-seven. That’s how many I’ve ran over so far. So, if you hear my engine roarin’, get outta the way. 

I brake for nothin’.

King of Rock and Roll

He’d been a king among men before the apocalypse, playing for the millions.

Now, he had to send his groupies and adoring fans (those that’d survived) out into the wastes, ordering them to round up other survivors just to manage a crowd. 

He’d stand on the stage of his run-down arena, watching as scroungers were brought in and chained up on the floor before him. Then he’d start his show, rocking and rolling through the nights, playing loud enough to drown out the pleas of the restrained, imagining they were cheering, instead.

And, through his music, he ruled once more.

Faces in the Window

The world outside his home had disappeared six days ago. He’d woken up, glanced out the window, and there was nothing there. Just utter darkness and the shapes that moved within it–vague shadows against the rest of the blackness.

Then the shapes started getting closer. Looking in at him. Sneering. Laughing. He’d closed the curtains after that, but still, he could hear them out there, taunting him.

He cowered in his bed, hiding from the eternal night around him–until clarity came. He got out of bed, went to his front door, and stepped outside.

The darkness welcomed him.