It's simply unexplainable, because if I did, the shear power of it would cause your mind to explode. In fact, metatron here is speaking for me.
I laughed. "You really think," I quietly said, glaring at the intangible "god" before me, "that you're that powerful?" I smiled a dangerous smile, one of a person who's lost far too much in her life, one of loss, one of infinite sorrow, and one of infinite hatred. "If you were that powerful, why did you let my grandfather die? After all these years of prayer, these years of trying, you did nothing. If there is a god out there, it isn't you."
"Uh... what do I do? I wanna help."
"Just run. I've lost enough. I don't need you dying on me as well. Run. Run as fast as you can. Ask face to help you if you need to," I gave him a sorrowful glance, "just run."
A gunshot rings out, Vegetarian Zombie holding a gun to Abel's chest, not withdrawing it as his lifeless body falls.
I WAS GONNA DO SOMETHING.
Oh well.
I still can.
NOBODY POST I'M GONNA DO SOMETHING AWESOME
