Dead Moon Rising.
Faith. It's a simple word with a tricky meaning. For the skeptic, faith is seen as nothing more than a pitiful crutch. For the spiritual, for the religious, faith is a fact of life. Without faith there is no hope, and without hope you might as well just die. For the truly down trodden faith was the only thing they had left.
Stanley Coleman lays awake on his bed staring at the ceiling. A quick glance at the digital clock tells Stanley that it's 2:35 in the morning. He knows he should be sleeping, but sleep has never come easily to the 27-year-old man. His thoughts were always filled with the image of a woman. Not just any woman, however. Oh no, this woman was special. She was even revered in the cult as the Holy Woman. According to the teachings she would be the one to help bring in Paradise. But, he knew that this special woman is destined to be his lover, and that they were destined to be in Paradise together.
This delusion might have been why Stanley was admitted to Brookehaven Hospital. When the elder members of the Order realized that Stanley would not cease his devotion to the Holy Woman, and his Paradise they had no choice but to lock him away. He was a danger to their plans. It was more wise to keep out one sick sheep than it was for one hundred healthy sheep to suffer death.
So what happens when his sacred "lover" shows herself to Stanley? He freaks out, he tries to scream, but a pervasive heat silences him. He can't believe his eyes, but right in front of him is the woman that has haunted his dreams and enticed his nightmares for so long. She is exactly how Stanley has envisioned her to be. Ebony black hair falls down below her slender shoulders. Her blue eyes are set perfectly inside of her slender head. Her pale skin is unmarred by any imperfections.
To Stanley she is the embodiment of what a perfect woman can be, and all he can do is cower in the corner. "H-h-have you c-c-come to k-kill m-m-me, my G-g-god?" He stutters out to her, and trembles.
She crawls on the bed, and draws closer to the younger man. The thin white material of her dress pulls back enough to show a bit of her bosom to Stanley. He looks away from Alessa, not wanting temptation to get the better of him. In a minute she's crawled on top of him, and rests her head against his chest. Hesitantly Stan caresses her hair and scalp. He's afraid of her, but at the same time overjoyed.
"Did you need something, my love?" Stan asks. This time his voice is calmer, and a lot more confident.
Alessa just smiles up at him, and tells him, "No, not yet. I'll tell you later." She rests her head back on his chest, and within moments Stan swears that he can hear her snoring. He can still hear her sweet voice echoing through his head, and he believes that this voice will continue to echo throughout his dreams.
-End.