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| Cairoi Posts: 2685/3807 |
The priest simply didn't comprehend the words X spoke. He took a step back and launched one of the knives at X with insane speed. He was completely and utterly deranged, so it seemed. |
| Xeoman Posts: 6778/11757 |
X laid up agains't the wall, his face covered in the shadows from his hat and thick glasses. He pulled a cigarrette out of his mouth letting it drop to the ground, slowing crushing it with his foot while releasing the smoke into the air covering himself.
I never knew Priest's could look so, demanding and angry. Why is this, friend? I see it in your eyes a blind hatred. Is this the way of your God? (Signed up as X, but yeah) |
| Cairoi Posts: 2659/3807 |
St. Joan of Arc's Royal Apostle Church was awfully quiet. While the church was always quiet on Friday evenings, it was especially quiet tonight. It was the kind of silence that tells you there's something right behind you, breathing down your neck. At the altar stood Reverend Benedict, clad in his priest's garb. His glasses were cracked, and his five o'clock shadow showed he hadn't shaved in days. He sat staring at the huge, red X painted with blood on the wall above the altar.
It all had changed four days ago. The devout Catholic Reverend Benedict had learned he would have to kill to stay alive. He was to fight a man known only as X. He could not comprehend how his God could let him have to face this trial. The stress and paranoia that formed drove him insane. The red X painted on the wall was painted with the blood of his former fellow clergy. He turned as the large wooden doors creaked. X was here. Benedict drew the foot long knives he used to kill the others. "X!!! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!" He said, laughing maniacally. |
