Note: "The Society" is a purgatory thriller from the anthology webseries, MATCH. You can watch the intense episode at match-dot-colaborator-dot-com. If you're a fan of "The Walking Dead" and/or "Lost", you should definitely check it out. I think it's going to be a hit. Also, there are some cool opportunities for fanfiction on the interactive page. If you submit your work to the forums and the creators like the story, they may even use it for future episodes, and you'll get writing credit AND payment.
Night Moans
Teresa knew damned well that even the most righteous saint wasn't unhindered by sins. Father Wallace was no exception by any stretch. While Teresa had seen Father Wallace help thousands of people with his own hands, she'd also witnessed him kill men with his own hands out of sheer rage or disagreement, and maybe a little influence by alcoholic concoctions. In fact, it was a lot of alcohol influence. The drink was a major iniquity for Father Wallace. But ironically, it also kept him sane.
Just like every nightfall, Teresa was out on watch patrol. She scaled the outskirts of Father Wallace and company's hideout, keeping her eyes peeled for any devious signs of a Torch, or perhaps, another unsuspecting soul passing into the realm. Father Wallace was once one of those unsuspecting souls. When Teresa first found him, he was curled up in a fetal position, screaming out holy prayers while a Torch nearly devoured him. Teresa saved him that day. She had a feeling that Father Wallace would have a significant place in The Society, and they formed an alliance. Since then, she vowed to protect him, because God knows he couldn't do it himself.
After all of her time in The Society, Teresa didn't sleep anymore. A Torch's howl could keep one awake for weeks, but that wasn't Teresa's reason. She had too much else on her mind to rest. She thought about her precious baby daughter, longing for the time when she was able to hold her in her arms.
Suddenly, a faint moan echoed from afar. Teresa shifted her ear. The sound wasn't coming from out in the distance; it was coming from within the hideout. Teresa pulled out her bow and swiftly rushed inside. As she dashed through the corridors, the moaning grew louder. She tracked down the noise and it started to resemble Father Wallace's voice. It was an awfully ungodly sound, and she knew that he was in danger. And sure enough, the moaning was coming from Father Wallace's sleeping chamber.
Teresa kicked open the door and busted into the room, ready to drive her arrow into whatever lurked in the darkness. But then, she saw a sight that was very much to her surprise.
Father Wallace was waltzing around the chamber in his undergarments, bottle of drink in hand. He horribly sang out, "Follow my lead, oh, how I need..." while stumbling about. And he continued on, "Someone to watch over me..." Father Wallace didn't even seem to notice Teresa. And for once, it looked as if he didn't have a care in the world.
Teresa lowered her bow and just stared, speechless. She quietly stepped back out of the room and closed the door. It was that very moment when Teresa realized it was possible to laugh in The Society.