Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update. I got a little busy.
Thanks for all the reviews in the while.
"Aldius!" Duncan roared throwing the doors to the cathedral open.
"Now, now MacLeod, this is a holy place." Aldius said calmly from a back pew.
"Then stop desecrating it with your games."
. . . . . .
Richie fit his pick into the lock of a back door to the cathedral. He felt wrong breaking into a church, but he figured God would understand. He opened the door and slid through. He could hear voices arguing in front of him. He slunk down the narrow, dark hallway trying to figure out where exactly in the monstrous cathedral he was.
. . . . . .
Duncan drew his katana, "Come with me and we'll finish this once and for all."
"We will, but first I want to finish her." Aldius began up the center isle. At the front of the church Rylan lay on the altar, unconscious. "In my day we made sacrifices to our gods before war." He continued circling the altar to face Duncan.
"This is not a temple to Aries."
"I know this is a tribute to the one God, but even he called for sacrifices, it's in the Bible."
"No he didn't," Duncan argued, "Leave her alone."
Aldius smiled, "This is not for the one God, this is for Aries."
. . . . . .
Richie jimmied the lock to the door at the top of the stairs. The voices were arguing in hushed urgency and he couldn't make out what they were saying. He heard the lock turn and pushed the door open a crack. He found himself at the front of the church behind the lectern, in view of the altar. He could hear the voices clearly and easily identified both. He pushed the door open a little further and saw a pair of dirty sneakers hanging over the edge of the altar.
"I knew it," he whispered between clenched teeth.
. . . . . .
"Leave her alone." Duncan insisted stepping closer to Aldius.
"You have a choice, MacLeod, your life or hers."
"Mortals are not pawns."
"This one is." He lifted a dagger, letting the tip hover over Rylan's chest. "She won't be as lucky as that boy of yours. What was his name again, Cole?"
"It's Richie." A third voice corrected. Duncan's eyes searched out the source of the new voice. He hadn't noticed Richie sneak into the church. But, he did notice the glint of steel in his hand. Richie held up the sword and advanced on Aldius. "Kill him, MacLeod. Kill him or I will."
"Richie get out of here." Duncan ordered.
"Not until this jerk is dead."
"Now! Get Rylan and go!"
"I'm not leaving until this is finished!" Richie yelled.
"We're in a church, he can't do anything." Aldius interjected smugly.
"Then I'll do it." Richie spat swinging the blade through the air. "Like you said, there's nothing in the rules about mortals. I can do whatever I want."
The man laughed, "I'd like to see you try, boy."
"Richie, stop it!" Duncan shouted. Aldius turned to him.
"Really, if you're going to keep him- - -" he stopped mid-sentence and stared in shock at the blood streaming out of his chest. He looked back at Duncan and collapsed.
"Aldius!" Duncan roared throwing the doors to the cathedral open.
"Now, now MacLeod, this is a holy place." Aldius said calmly from a back pew.
"Then stop desecrating it with your games."
. . . . . .
Richie fit his pick into the lock of a back door to the cathedral. He felt wrong breaking into a church, but he figured God would understand. He opened the door and slid through. He could hear voices arguing in front of him. He slunk down the narrow, dark hallway trying to figure out where exactly in the monstrous cathedral he was.
. . . . . .
Duncan drew his katana, "Come with me and we'll finish this once and for all."
"We will, but first I want to finish her." Aldius began up the center isle. At the front of the church Rylan lay on the altar, unconscious. "In my day we made sacrifices to our gods before war." He continued circling the altar to face Duncan.
"This is not a temple to Aries."
"I know this is a tribute to the one God, but even he called for sacrifices, it's in the Bible."
"No he didn't," Duncan argued, "Leave her alone."
Aldius smiled, "This is not for the one God, this is for Aries."
. . . . . .
Richie jimmied the lock to the door at the top of the stairs. The voices were arguing in hushed urgency and he couldn't make out what they were saying. He heard the lock turn and pushed the door open a crack. He found himself at the front of the church behind the lectern, in view of the altar. He could hear the voices clearly and easily identified both. He pushed the door open a little further and saw a pair of dirty sneakers hanging over the edge of the altar.
"I knew it," he whispered between clenched teeth.
. . . . . .
"Leave her alone." Duncan insisted stepping closer to Aldius.
"You have a choice, MacLeod, your life or hers."
"Mortals are not pawns."
"This one is." He lifted a dagger, letting the tip hover over Rylan's chest. "She won't be as lucky as that boy of yours. What was his name again, Cole?"
"It's Richie." A third voice corrected. Duncan's eyes searched out the source of the new voice. He hadn't noticed Richie sneak into the church. But, he did notice the glint of steel in his hand. Richie held up the sword and advanced on Aldius. "Kill him, MacLeod. Kill him or I will."
"Richie get out of here." Duncan ordered.
"Not until this jerk is dead."
"Now! Get Rylan and go!"
"I'm not leaving until this is finished!" Richie yelled.
"We're in a church, he can't do anything." Aldius interjected smugly.
"Then I'll do it." Richie spat swinging the blade through the air. "Like you said, there's nothing in the rules about mortals. I can do whatever I want."
The man laughed, "I'd like to see you try, boy."
"Richie, stop it!" Duncan shouted. Aldius turned to him.
"Really, if you're going to keep him- - -" he stopped mid-sentence and stared in shock at the blood streaming out of his chest. He looked back at Duncan and collapsed.