The Shyamalan prompt .

The church was quiet, contrasting the noisy, bustling city outside and Altar boy Billy Watkins had stayed late to do his homework after the Sunday service. He laid with his outfit strewn along the polished stone floor next to the benches, scribbling in his math book aimlessly while holding his chin up with one hand. A large stained glass window sat above him, creating a bright illumination around the area. 
 
 At the age of 82, father James Mullins was becoming increasingly inattentive and tired. After getting everything ready for tomorrow, he sat down on one of the front benches and began to doze off. 
 
 Billy did not take notice, but soon wanted to ask him a question, so he pushed himself up and walked over his way, pencil and book in hands. 
 
 `` Father?'' He asked in a confused manner, noticing that the man appeared to be leaning back with his head facing the ceiling. 
 
 When no response came, Billy eventually realized what had happened. He ran to the nearest adult who called an ambulance. 
 
 `` He's not here anymore! How could he not be here?'' Billy kept yelling as tears streamed down his eyes, and the adult, a middle aged man and a member of the church's maintenance staff dreaded the responsibility when he told him, `` Well, you know what you've learned here Billy, about heaven and such?'' 
 
 Billy nodded, and the man continued, `` Father Mullins is in a better place now, so it's only a matter of time before we all see him again, and I know death is scary but we have to keep doing our part for the Lord.'' 
 
 Coincidentally, this maintenance worker actually knew Mullins quite well. He had worked at the church for 40 years, and was also an altar boy during his younger years. 
 
 Despite this, he saw a very different image of Mullins than everyone else did. The maintenance worker was one of the few who knew of his secret dark deeds, which included molesting him on several occasions. 
 
 He could never quite let it go, no matter how hard he tried. Mullins had tried to make him forget along his path to adulthood, multiple times trying to insinuate that it never even happened. 
 
 A week ago, when another altar server that was but a child arrived, the worker had decided enough was enough. After 40 years of constantly seeing the man who ruined his life, he decided he needed him gone. 
 
 Nobody suspected poison, the man was an old, frail drunkard, and it was almost too easy to get into his system, he simply offered him a toast at communion. Ultimately, he did it for the smile the man gave him when doing so, the smug face that showed he was proud of getting away with it.
