Blair Witch- Rustin's Confession

Parr’s expression didn’t change the whole time: from when the inmates first raised their voices till the song faded away into the
depths of the penitentiary.
I sat there in Rustin’s cell, on the cot next to him, and looked again at what the bandage on his arm had been covering. A mass
of scar tissue. A riot of ugly colors —black, and blue, and a horrible, sickly green. I suddenly remembered what Charlie Hobart had told me during the trial.
"How did you get this, Rustin?”
No answer.
"Did you do it to yourself?”
"It was the only way. Father. I couldn’t let them come through me, the way they did Ranger. ” Parr held his arm closer then, and
pointed to the scars. "Look.”
For the first time, I thought I saw something underneath the scar tissue and discolored skin; the remnants of a pattern.
“I know my Bible,” Parr said. “I knew what I had to do.”
He stood and began pacing the cell.
“Isaiah six:six. Then flew one of the seraphim unto me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar: and he laid it upon my mouth, and said, Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin purged.'”
I shook my head. “I don't understand.”
“I am cleansed.”
My stomach rolled.
“Rustin, you didn't—”
“That's what I wanted to confess to you. Father. I know it wasn't for me to do. To myself, or to the children.”
A single tear escaped from the corner of his eye.
“I came back to the house,” Parr said. “After Ranger died. Somebody had written all over the walls. I made myself a little hidey-hole in the woods and got comfortable. I knew they'd be coming back.”

Blair Witch: The Secret Confessions of Rustin Parr, chapter 16