StJohnsPrayer: T
12/17/07
Saint John of the Cross, in the darkness of your worst moments, when you were alone and persecuted, you found God. Help me to have faith that God is there especially in the times when God seems absent and far away. Amen
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He didn't know how he got there. Fuck, he didn't even know why he was there. He rose to the seat from his knees, where he'd been for at least a few hours. His thighs hadn't ached like this since his Jesuit school days.
How long had it been exactly? He remembered waking up on the battlefield shortly before dusk, his hands ice-cold and his allies and enemies both gone. He must have wandered around the city for a bit, before finding this place.
Come to me. The pyrokinetic jerked to his feet as the power of hundreds of little flames burnt through his heart and lungs, overwhelming him with their siren call. He crept out of his row, eyeing the stately room for newcomers. It was early, the morning mass should start in a little over an hour, if the bells' tolling was anything to go by. Looking around him for witnesses, St. John Allerdyce gave in to the pull of the Alter's lit candle.
Give in to me. He stumbled and came to one knee, steps before his goal. Temptation calls and I fucking bow to its strength. How pathetic His mind reached out to the candles before him, lighting them and giving the picture above a ghostly amber glow. His eyes rose to the graven image before him, his body relaxed into the kneeling position it had gladly escaped only moments before.
Anger filled his head, he should have been eliminated; he wasn't even conscious during the last half of the battle! The flames licked up the side of the image, forming a fiery cross between them. Why have you forsaken me? Why am I still here?
The fire swelled bigger and hotter, but his skin didn't even so much as tingle as the tapestry started to discolor. He winced, the flame dwindling to its original size and form. I guess I wasn't even good enough to burn like the rest of them; abominations get different treatment everywhere, huh?
John's guilt flooded his senses and he began to sob, tears dripping off his chin and soaking onto his covered arms. He couldn't bear to be alone, to have to deal with what had happened today and everything that led to it. His mind was caving in around him. He had to get some peace, and only one thing was left that would bring him that.
As bells began to ring, John bowed his head. His lips parted, and closing his eyes in reverence, he breathed words he knew better than his own name. An observer in the shadows squatted, took aim at the kneeling figure, and fired.
