Leaving the boy behind with the nuns was a very bad idea. Father Thomas and Rufus were in for a terrible shock.
Scene setting : St Luke’s Cathedral – Gantz series.
Co-written with Zu.
Finally, after things had settled, Manny left himself on his knees, a large and sinister smile on his face while looking up at the portraits of baby Jesus, the man who could not save the nuns devoted to his lifestyle. All he could do was laugh: laugh at their pathetic lives before his arrival, laugh at the establishment he ripped through, laugh at the thoughts that could run through the others who had left the women to their deaths. He found it funny, bone-chilling good. When his laughter died down, he just got up without even thinking, let alone speaking, and walked off with a dead-serious expression on his face. He’ll leave this mess for God’s children to clean up.
After an exhaustive search that had seen Father Thomas and his trusty side kick Rufus come up empty handed in trying to find Sister Stevie – they were on their way back to the Cathedral. Slowly walking along the now empty streets, Rufus was sucking on a blueberry slurpee, while his boss, Father Thomas was muttering to himself. How could a bloody nun just vanish like that? All she was to do was buy a packet of cookies and bring them to the church, but she couldn’t even get that right. Rufus, who had bought his slurpee in the 7 Eleven that Sister Stevie was meant to go to, had asked the Indian shop keeper if he had seen the nun. No one in a nun’s habit had been seen in his shop that night, but the footage on the surveillance camera did show her walking past over two hours before. So…she had been on the street, and then simply vanished. This was partly why Father Thomas was so cross. His skills at apprehending and sending evil doers onto God, were something of underground folk lore. He considered himself to be a modern day Van Helsing. He just didn’t look as hot as Hugh Jackman, and he also had a nasty temper.
As Rufus tried to keep up with him, he asked. “So why are we going back to the church? Why not try the east side? Maybe she went to stop in at the homeless mission?” This was a good reason, but still didn’t add up. Father Tom was just about to enter the cathedral gates, when he noticed that the nun’s van was still parked out the front. They should have locked up and gone back to their home hours ago. The door was partially open, but….there was no sound coming from within. If they were still there, surely they would be able to hear them. Rufus bumped into the back of the priest, spilling some of his blue slurpee on the ground.
“Ugh..” He started wiping the ice cold drink off his jacket, while Father Thomas was pulling out a gun and holding it in front of himself, as he crept slowly towards the open door. Glancing up and seeing the priest go stalking up to the church, Rufus scampered along behind him – his shoes making a din along the leaf and snow covered ground.
“You going to go in armed? You might shoot a penguin.” Rufus whispered in a hushed tone, as Father Tom brought his finger up to his lips to make the bell ringer shush.
Creeping ever closer, the Priest pushed the door gently as he dared, but it still make a rough squeaking sound. Someone should really oil those hinges. Rufus poked his head in behind the Priest only to see a sight that had him instantly throwing up and gagging from the shock.
The nuns…every single one of them had been slaughtered. Like lambs….their bodies covering each and every pew. Blood splattered on every wall, every statue – even the pulpit. Glassy eyed women staring out at the void. Their lives lost so horribly.
“Oh…. my ….God.” Rufus stammered, while the Priest slowly lowered his firearm to his side. Rufus wiped the blue coloured vomit from his lips and staggered about, turning and bumping into body parts. His eyes wide as plates as he looked up at the Priest for answers.
“Father….they all been butchered.”
“I can see that.”
“But….what did this?”
As Father Thomas turned over the body of Sister Marjorie and stared at her bloody face, the Priest gave his answer.
“A vampire…laddy…….the little shit we left ‘ere.”
Rufus gasped. He remembered the boy that the Nuns had said would care for him. Could a little boy do all of this? It was hard to believe…murder on this scale done by one so young.
“No…would have had to have been a heap of them, Father. One child can’t do all this.”
Taking out his flashlight, Father Tom turned it on and pointed it to the floor, where you could see a trail of small bloody foot prints heading for the door. Father Tom looked at Rufus’s shocked face and added …“No? Think again, laddy. That face was not so innocent after all.”
The pair just stood there in the middle of the horror scene. First Sister Stevie….and now all the nuns. The devil must be dancing over this….
“What are we going to do?” Rufus said, his hands now trembling from the fear and shock. The boy could be watching them from the shadows.
“Hunt the little fucker down.”