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Fanaticism
S.R. Elkins
Chapter 1:
For Mercy has a human heart
William Blake
Wear and tear had caused the door to Sister Ashes office to
become soft and brittle, leaving a shell of what once was a great
oak guardian to her office. Michael ran his hand across the
etched figures of Saint Nicholas along the trim encasing the door
frame. Age was not kind to the little figures, cracks ran through
much too young to leave now. They have always collected the
have been every inch of her body, raised her hand to silence her
companion, a stumpy, but not obese, dark eyed, pink faced woman
stone poured through every crack in the door. Michael could feel
the vibrations surge through the straw bristles up the end of his
caretaker.
if it were a fog bank rolling off the sea on a cool and humid
night. The hairs stood up on the back Michaels neck. What could
leaving? All of the children need homes they know this. The worry
exasperation.
defiance spoke Sister Janice raising her head to meet her beloved
mentor.
Michael set his broom against the stone wall, gently to keep
from making any noise, so he would not draw any attention to his
hand, Michael placed his ear with purpose to the door as to focus
Ahhhhh!
over his broom, and slam his head causing a hollow thud as his
scull struck the door. Leaning against the door, Michael rubbed
the knot forming on his head and wiped the tears from his eyes.
There was a swift muffled rustling behind the office door before
everyone present.
elbows so he could see past the plump caretakers, around the door
seal and out of the office. Vibrations between the stone and
fearful chuckle.
Michael, stay here! Do not move until otherwise told! Do
you understand me Mr. Stone? And we will talk later about your
Before Michael could even have any other ill timed thought,
This followed by a tremor that caused the old; strained with age
Covering his head and curling up under the door seal for
its glass sides. Soon the whole pillar of smooth wood and glass
bob of the once grand clock began to creep from one side to
light.
The boy and the grandfather clock begin to rise a few feet
from the ground. Stretching his arms out Michael began reaching
for the molding around the door for leverage. As if on queue from
stone and wood made it hard for him to move. There were inaudible
rescue.
Lifting his head Michael did his best to see over the
rubble. Michael could see very little down the short corridor. A
thin layer of smoke or mist had overtaken the musky air. Unable
to move his legs in order to get up, the boy was forced to remain
see a small spectral figure emerging out of the smoke toward him.
With great discomfort and uncertainty the boy could tell it was
tattered and burnt. Tommys face was covered in sweat, soot and
boy. Tommy what is wrong? Can you Please help me? Still with no
response from the boy Michael dug deep to muster up the last of
Please I am hurt.
There was a very eerie smile upon Tommys face that just did
not sit well with Michael's gut. Late for Tommy what is wrong
with you? Cant you see what is going on around you, hear the
much. Get up and lets get to class before we both end up doing
lines again.
let you get me in trouble again. Ill see you in class. Tommy
of Tommy, but not for long, soon following Tommys bizarre exit
there was a movement in the smoke again coming from the same
Ashe came into view first, but she was not alone there was a
what she was carrying in her arms. This was not just any chard
Draped across sister ashes arms was the limp body of Jenny.
Her little pale arms curled up close to her chest, giving the
Jennys Blonde hair now grayed with soot, matted together and
singed on most ends. Sweat, blood, and ash covered the poor
torment in her tear filled Hazel eyes. Her clothes were damp and
Sister Ashe please help me? My leg its, Its trapped under
his request and shut what was left of her office door, using the
Sister Ashes office shut. Mr. Stone are you okay? Her voice
leg is trapped.
You were told to stay put where you not Mr. Stone? Sister
threw me. He wondered how she could ask such a question when he
passed his train of thought. How could she lift the stones
predicament. Sister Janice reached her left hand into her frayed
almost like an old friend to Michael, due to the fact she often
distracting to the other children; but more often than not it was
raised her hand with the pointer towards the stones that pinned
light lavender color. The change in her eye color scared Michael,
but the pure power in them terrified him. With a clean motion
Sister Janice moved the tip of the pointer from the stone towards
her forehead which created a purple burst of light from the tip
of her pointer about the size of a quarter. She then lowered the
pointer tip with an exact motion towards her navel creating yet
another small circle but this time yellow. With a single motion
she moved the end of the pointer from her midsection to the
flick of her wrist the pink stream of light wrapped itself around
the mist pulling towards the stone trapping Michael's leg. The
breath Michael freed his leg with ease. Sister Janice lost focus,
her eyes returned to their natural color, she relaxed and the
up around it.
Are you alright Mr. Stone? She put away her pointer once
she realized Michael was still staring at it. With great effort
she squatted down next to Michaels leg. She ran her hand up and
I assume. You might just stay put next time youre asked.
untie his tongue only one word escaped his mouth. Wicked.
questions, but he knew there would only be time for one question
already knew the answer to his question; He had seen another dead
But
be a wise idea to not speak of anything you have seen today until
defeat, Michael rose from the ground with a slight wobble at the
knees. Sister Janice was right his leg was not broke but did
hurt. The sister reached out and placed her hands on his shoulder
to steady him.
barn.