A New Eden ("The Lottery" Prequel)

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Fan fiction prequel to "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson, taking place 70 years before it. This is just a section I've completed so far, which would go somewhere before the middle of the story.

Submitted: June 21, 2015

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Father Baron Freeland addressed the famine in the next mass.

 

“As you can all see, all is not well. We have lost many of our townsfolk. This is God’s way of punishing us for all of our wrongdoing. We have committed evil acts and took our well-being for granted. I had a dream last night in which an angel came to me. He told me we must give an offering to God as contrition. Jesus Christ, our lord and savior made the ultimate sacrifice of giving His life to save us from sin. Each of you has the ability to do the same. Once a year we shall have our own sacrificial lamb to appease God. We need to start making things right again. We will be cleansed of our sins and live in happiness. To make things fair, the lamb will be chosen at random.”

 

The churchgoers looked around the room as if they had no idea what he was talking about. Father Baron continued.

 

“John 8:7 mentions 'He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone.'  You, my brothers and sisters, will get to do just that.”

 

Isaac Warner stood up at once. “Are you saying you want us to stone each other to death?!”

 

Father Baron responded, “To destroy death, you must live forever. There is no greater deed than to lay down your life for someone else. Doing so will surely grant you eternal life. Don’t you want that, Mr. Warner?”

 

“You’re insane!”

 

“I am nothing but a messenger of the Lord.”

 

“I don’t care what you say you are. We’re leaving. Let’s go.”

 

The crowd looked at him but didn’t say anything or get up. Not even his wife, Mary, or their seven-year old son, Peter. Father Baron cured Peter of his blindness as an infant just by placing his palms over his eyes.

 

Isaac shook his head and said, “Fine. You stay here; I’m going home.” He made his way for the exit and reached for the handle.

 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” said Father Baron.

 

“Why no- AAAAAHHHHH!!!” The door handle burned his hand but he wouldn’t let go. He couldn’t let go, like it had a hold on him. The crowd screamed in shock as he started convulsing.

 

“UHH, WUHWUHWUHWUH!” Foamy spit was pouring out of his mouth now. After a few moments, Isaac stopped shaking and let go of the handle. He fell backwards and hit his head hard on the floor. His reddened face turned a pale blue once his heart stopped beating. Father Baron rushed over to examine him. He gasped and showed the crowd Isaac’s burnt palm.

 

“It’s the mark of the devil!” A pentagram in the middle had appeared there, branded.

 

Mrs. Warner fainted from the horror of it all. Peter was crying and shaking, kind of like how his father was.

 

Father Baron asked Peter in a soft tone, “You don’t want to end up like your father. Isn’t that right, Young Man Warner?”

 

Peter was at a loss for words, just shook his head nervously.

 

“Good. Because if you follow me, nothing bad will ever happen to you.”


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