Renee Centric
((From a Tumblr prompt on my RP account where iTunes was put on shuffle and a headcannon written inspired by it! This is from Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode.))
"Your own personal Jesus,
someone to hear your prayers,
someone who cares.
Feeling's unknown and you're all alone,
Flesh and bone by the telephone,
Lift up the reciever Ill make you a believer"
A few years had passed since Renee's solo run in with the Religion of Crime. After they had tried to murder Kate, before getting scared back into the woodworks, you'd think she'd be able to let it go for at least a little. But no. She dove right in, hunting them down. She read all the bibles, she almost memorized every word of all the different texts. In short, she became a monster. She became what they needed, she didn't realize she was falling right into the trap of the Parable of the Faceless. She didn't realize she was en route to becoming their new leader.
Sin had led her there, excuses had not saved her. And after getting out of the mess, she swore to never let her determination for knowladge and justice sweep her into insanity and out of control.
But sometimes… she still woke up at night, the seductive and enticing words and phrases of the bibles echoing in her mind. She woke up in a cold sweat. Afraid that they would come back and she'd have to be the one to face them again since she knew the most. Afraid of herself. She always found herself picking up her cell phone by her bed, fingers ready to dial two people. One, she was afraid to bring this all back up too, but she was the only other one who knew about the cult. And she needed to confide in someone. The other was dead, his number still on speed dial number two.
She undoubtably always place the phone back on the table, and spent the rest of the night in the moonlight meditating and trying to forget it all.
