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Sin
By : balefulchild86
Category: M through R > Priest
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Disclaimer: I don't own Priest, nor any of the characters!
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Author’s note: (I do not own Priest or any of the characters therein; this story is not for profit, purely for entertainment… i.e. please don’t sue. To avoid confusion, I’ve listed the first names I’ve chosen for the characters presented in the movie; I deliberated over them for a while and I hope you enjoy. Reviews are appreciated and if anyone’s interested, I’d love to have a beta for this, as I think it could end up being a fairly long story if dear Black Hat has his way.)

Hicks--- Benjamin

Black Hat--- Dominic

Priest--- Michael

Priestess--- Ia (Ee-ya)

Lucy

She’d have liked to believe that the image of him-- emblazoned on the backs of her eyelids, it seemed-- had been little more than a nightmare conjured from the depths of the darkest parts of her own mind.

But Lucy knew better.

She’d complained once to Ben that living at her father’s outpost even made her dreams boring. If she ever dreamed at all, it was mostly strange, indecipherable and fragmented images; the shape of a man’s back turned toward her and heading away into the distance, or the sound of her mother crying, murmuring voices in another room. These things could be unsettling, but they were never frightening. Not like the man-- if he even was a man--- who had appeared, looming above her in the aftermath of the attack on her home. She’d never seen anything like him, thus it seemed unlikely that her mind could invent him, and so it was that she startled awake, caged on the moving train believing she’d seen the Devil--- or at the very least, one of his demons.

She was disoriented in the dark and the dank; unsettled by the mesh and bars that surrounded her. She’d never been on a train before. She’d begged her father on a number of occasions to let her board the train that ran from St. Augustine to the city, but he’d steadfastly refused. Ben had whispered to her, on one of their afternoons, that he would spirit her away; they would go and see the city together. He never had, of course. He said they ought to wait for the right time, but in her heart of hearts, Lucy knew it was because the young sheriff was afraid of her father--of his disapproval. Ben had grown up without a father himself, and she didn’t just half wonder if he longed for a kind word from Owen every bit as much as he longed for her. In those moments, however, her thoughts were not of Benjamin Hicks. She was toying, fearfully and with no small amount of guilt, that this was God’s punishment for never counting her blessings. How long had she wished to be away from her parents and the outpost? How many nights had she fallen asleep thinking about boarding a train to the city and escaping the wastelands forever? Hadn’t she gotten exactly what she wanted? And now she found herself living in a waking nightmare with no end in sight.

Images of the attack came flooding back to her as she blinked sightlessly into the dark, breathing in the wet smell of something like mold or wood rot. She remembered hearing her father shouting her mother’s name---or no, not shouting, wailing. She’d never heard her father sound so anguished or afraid.

There had been animal sounds. Vampires. She could hear them scrabbling and thumping over the wooden floor amidst the gunfire, making their horrible, inhuman noises. Her mother’s sharp, shrill scream. God, she’d known she was going to die---! And then there had been silence. This dreadful, oppressive silence. A body had landed atop the trapdoor and she hadn’t been able to stop herself from looking up and seeing tendrils of dark hair spilling through the cracks. She’d covered her mouth with her hands, desperately trying to do what her mother had told her--- <I>don’t scream</I>-- but she’d wanted nothing more in that moment than to call for her mother. To call for both of her parents like she had when she was frightened as a little girl: Mama! Papa! There had been a brief moment of wild, reckless panic: go ahead, scream. Just get it over with. Let them find you. It had been interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

Human footsteps.

The heavy ‘thump, thump thump,’ of a man’s slow, deliberate stride.

For one brief instant, she wondered if it could possibly be her father. But then the trapdoor had swung open and she’d seen him; dressed all in black--- he crowded out the light like it was unwilling to touch him. He was tall and angular, and when she looked at his face, she could tell there was something inherently wrong, but it was as if it refused to register. Then she realized it was his eyes. His eyes weren’t human. They belonged to an animal. Or something born of Hell.

He’d begun to descend the stairs then, and there had been nowhere for her to run-- she wasn’t sure she could have, even if there had been. She’d been held captive by his unnatural, brilliant yellow gaze. And as he approached her, his lips had parted, turning up in a smile revealing fangs. Fangs.

Alone in the dark as she recalled the memory, gooseflesh broke out over her skin and she uttered a low, guttural moan. Nothing like the scream that had been wrenched from her throat initially. That had been when she lost consciousness, she decided. She could remember nothing after that; just waking to the uneven pitching motion of the train, and the ever-present sound of the engine. Feverishly, she’d wondered if it was taking her to Hell. Given the circumstances, it was fairly easy to believe. And maybe she deserved it. For treating her parents the way she had just before they were slaughtered--- trying to save her. For never appreciating anything the way she ought. For deliberately tempting Ben...

Every sin and trespass she’d ever committed weighed so heavily upon her in those unbearably quiet moments that she thought they would crush her.

God, forgive me, she prayed silently. And please help. Please send help. Please send…

Her uncle, she thought, sitting up abruptly. An ember of hope suddenly sparked to life inside her. Her uncle; the Priest. They said that priests wielded the hand of God; were indefatigable and could not be defeated by evil. Surely he would come for her. She was the only family he had left.

Surely he would find her.

A sound, barely audible over the chug of the locomotive suddenly caught her attention. Her eyes darted frantically, searching the shadows for the source of the subtle scrape of feet across the floor. Finally, she saw him: a small, bald man, disturbingly pallid in color, hunched over as he watched her. He didn’t seem to have any of the difficulty observing her in the dark that she had seeing him.

He moved abruptly, sidling around the cage in a jerky, awkward, spider-like motion.

“Hello there,” he crooned in a frenetic way that set Lucy’s teeth on edge. He was mad. He was a familiar, she guessed. She’d only heard about them from Ben; never seen one for herself. She could have gone her whole life without seeing one in person, she decided.

He suddenly rushed the cage, causing the girl to cry out in fear as she launched herself into the opposite corner of the small space. His pale fingers clawed at the mesh as he reached for her. She caught a glimpse of his eyes---- almost translucent even in the dark. A moonstone sort of blue.

He opened his mouth and let out a shrill, lunatic chortle as he continued to worm his fingers through the mesh of her cage. “Pretty, pretty… just like your mother,” he remarked in a sing-song voice, turning Lucy’s stomach. Her poor mother.

With tears welling in her eyes, she kept all the distance between them that she could.

“Come on now... Don’t be shy,” he coaxed, scrabbling around the outside of her cage, clearly trying to decide where best to try and reach through to get at her. He crouched lower with a nasty, leering smile, adding: “Give us a kiss.” His tongue, slick and a sickly, pallid gray, forced its way through the mesh, questing and seeking like a sightless slug.

And then abruptly, he was torn away from the cage and thrown carelessly backwards.

“That’s no way to treat a friend.”

He had entered without so much as a sound; a far cry from the purposefully heavy stride he'd used in her house. She’d never heard him speak before. His voice was coarse and low; as slow and methodical as his footsteps had been. Compared to the familiar, he seemed like a beacon of sanity. On a desperate whim, Lucy crawled forward, attempting to reason with him.

“Please... let me go,” she begged, wishing she could wrestle her shivering body under control and stem the tears that were beginning to fall freely.

His face was cloaked in darkness as he circled the cage.

“You’re in there for your own protection,” he explained calmly. “If I let you out, you’ll be torn apart.”

His unrelenting stoicism agitated her and she wasn’t sure why. That he could tell her something like that without sounding the least bit moved.. She abruptly changed tactics: “My uncle’s a priest.”

It was the only thing she had left to hold onto, and she did. Fiercely. She wielded it like a weapon.

“He’ll come after me.”

He had to.

He paused. “...Really. What makes you so sure?” he inquired almost monotonously in the same, breathy growl; not at all concerned that her relative was a warrior of the Church.

Lucy was silent a moment, feeling deflated and insecure. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure if the uncle she’d never known would come to save her. The Church had disbanded the priests years ago.

But she had to have faith. Lest she give in to crippling fear. The thought of her uncle saving her was the only thing that allowed her any semblance of courage.

“He’ll come after me,” she repeated more fiercely, reminding herself that this thing masquerading as a man had murdered her uncle’s brother. He would come.

“He’ll come after you!”

Her angry conviction seemed to catch his attention. He finally turned toward her and bent into a crouch to peer through the mesh cage.

“...Now that’s something I’m absolutely... counting on,” he half snarled, leaning into the minimal light so that his paralyzing eyes were visible once more; his fangs bared when he spoke.

The color drained from Lucy’s face. All the fight went out of her at the sight of him and his confidence that the priest would, indeed, come for him.

She sensed that he derived a certain satisfaction from her fear as she backed away from him, unable to contain a small, frightened noise that welled up in the back of her throat, but his face didn’t express it. He simply watched her intently before rising and leaving her in darkness and silence once again.

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Sin	By : balefulchild86 Category: M through R > Priest Views: 2166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Priest, nor any of the characters!

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