The bags the old priest lugged out to the car contained all they needed. Little essentials, small pocessions, weaponry, ammunition, holy water, maybe a Bible or two. The moeny was at the very most enough for them to scrimp by on...barely. It was mostly for gas and the occaisional meal on the road, nothing else he had warned.
They needed to understand the utter importance of staying low. Iscariot should still remain secret under tha pain of death... that or having your title and holy robes taken away for good. They must forgive Father Maxwell, he hasn't been well lately, he 's always been like this, even as a small child. But he was doing it for their own good since he is such a good man who really does care but he does let them go with such sadness in his heart. He was so disappointed his favorites had to make such a horrible mistake but he still loves them because they are such good workers.....
"Enrique, are you done yet?"
"Yes my child. May the holy Trinity be with you."
"Yes Father."
She watched as he turned his back to go up the stone steps of the mansion.
"....You bloody old fart who rips off bloody fucking Star Wars posters."
"Heinkel!"
"I STILL can't believe this....."
"HEINKEL!"
"WHAT?"
"GET IN THE CAR AND LET'S GO!"
"CAN I LEAST THROW A ROCK AT HIS WINDOWS?"
"HEINKEL!!!!"
"......Screw it."
Five seconds later....
"Good riddance to bad tra-"
*CRASH*
'Father Maxwell, what was that?!"
"That... that was petrified pigeon."
"Uh...Father...it's a rock."
"....Shouldn't you be taking confessions?"
"No sir, it's my off ti-"
"GET OUT OF HERE YOU OLD DODDERING FOOL!"
-------
In the car, Heinkel was laughing so hard she kept swerving on the road.
"So I pick up the rock and BAM hits it right in the middle!HAH!"
Anderson gritted his teeth and grabbed the wheel with a hand that wasn't occupied with holding a bag.Heinkel smacked his hand and sobered up enough to actually drive straight.
"So....where are we going?" said a voice from the backseat.
"How should I know? Anderson, didn't you come up with something?"
"That I did.....either we can sleep in the car, stay in some God forsaken seedy motel where fleas and whores run rampant..or the orphanage."
"Seedy Motel." Heinkel said quickly.
Anderson sighed and shook his head. "Really Heinkel, I do not see what you have against those poor children. They'll never look at Saint Nicholas and Rudolph the same way again after what you told them."
"Look....he's fat, he's jolly with a jiggling belly and has a frigid wife...what do you think that red flashing nose means and why he was so eager to "help" that flying brown red nosed brat?"
"Um...."
"Still you didn't need to tell them that."
"And why not?"
"UM...."
"Because it is not proper to defile God's children's ears with dirty talk."
"Yet God still lets arrogant, cowardly, snide rats become priests but yet women who deserve it can't?"Heinkel hissed.
"WHERE ARE WE GOING FOR THE LAST TIME??"
"NO WHERE!" Heinkel screamed into the backseat.
"Don't yell at the poor girl like that!" Anderson growled.
"I am not yelling!"
"Yes you are!" Yumiko cried, feeling tears rise up again.
The car rolled to a stop by the side of the road, and the priestess got out.
"Screw this..I'm walking back to Iscariot and go throw some more rocks."
Anderson turned back to Yumiko.
"Do not worry child....I know way to resolve this.You must believe it so...are you coming?"
The nun quickly wiped away the tears with the back of her hand and nodded.
Meanwhile, Heinkel kept up a steady pace by the side of the desolate road, pausing sometimes to give the ground a scruff with her heel.
"Stupid....bastards.....think they can beat me down but they don't know the Wolf..."
She heard quickening footsteps behind her, but she refused to stop.
"...Helllllllll...."
"You get back in the car..."
"Quit keeping up with me!"
"I can't help it, my legs are longer than yours."
He was ahead of her, and she felt herself go red.
"At least stop beating me in walking!"
"Once again...my legs are longer."
"Don't think you're going to stop me Andy....I'm a scorned woman on a mission."
"And that mission would be what?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"To throw a shitload of rocks at his windows."
"And why do you feel compelled to do that?"
"Because I have a shitload of anger in me!"
The priest paused suddenly, which made Heinkel run into him with a "oof!".
It could have been, this idea, been made long ago. It seemed to him the necessary solution for such violent people such as themselves or serial killers for that matter. He remembered observing it on the playgrounds of the orphanage...the release of energy for clearer minds.Those who went out to play before their studies were the ones with the higher grades and positive attitudes, while the ones who didn't were lacking in grades and attitude, lazy and bleary eyed.The release of energy...and what way could they release it?
Volleyball?
No...that was just plain impossible...besides he had a phobia of flying round things.
Sex?
Unless they all wanted a holy orgy...out of the question.
There was only way to end this, and the only way they have been taught to solve all problems.
"Little...bitch."
Heinkel blanched, and whipped out her gun to point it into the back of the priest.
"What was that?"
"Little bitch. Crybaby wench. May He see you and be disgusted at your weakness, and cast you down into Purgatory to cease your pathetic whimpers."
"Alexander Anderson, don't make me-"
"Nothing more than...a Protestant bitch."
She cocked the gun.Shot one bullet into the center of his back.He winced slightly as it entered, but years had hardened himself,now the feeling was only a slight prick.Mustering up a smile, he spun around and garbbed her wrist, twisting it hard enough for her to cry out and drop the gun.
"Little bitch..use a gun on me? Your own comrade? Shame be on you, and He will surely cast you down into the Fires once I'm done with you." He hissed, and threw her to the ground. She stared up at him defiantly, and reached for her gun laying a few feet away.
"Pick it up and attempt to try...."
"You bastard."
"Little Protestant bitch" He cooed soflty, and bent down to slightly smack her on the cheeks. "Whatcha gonna do little girl? Gonna shoot the big bad dirty priest? You'll get bad dreams child."
She smiled, and pulled up the gun to touch his forehead.
"Amen Father."
She pulled back the trigger, and shot him in the forehead. He fell back onto his back, and closed his eyes.
"FATHER ALEXANDER ANDERSON!"
Heinkel looked behind her, to see Yumiko running toward them.
"WHAT DID YOU DO???!!!"She screamed. Grabbing Heinkel by her priest's collar,she shook her until the priest couldn't see straight.
Heinkel sighed, and smacked the hysterical nun across the face.She fell to the ground, and held her mouth as she raised teary eyes to her friend.
"He's not dead."Heinkel soothed. "He's a regenerator..he's outlived these before and will aga-"
She stopped short, and froze in terror.
"Yumiko?"
"How...dare...you...touch..."
"TAKAGI!DON'T!"
"ME!"
The nun leaped up, seizing Heinkel by the throat and bringing out her katana, the tip barely inches away from the terrified woman's eyes.She squeezed tightly, and spoke through gritted teeth, spit landing on the priest's face.
"You hit me Heinkel....for too long I have suffered....you may be redeemed in my eyes...once you have the suffering of losing yours!"
Just when she was to lower the tip blade into one green eye, a large sword flew out to hit the katan out of her hand.
"WHAT!"
"Greet one another with a holy kiss."
He raised himself up to his feet, and smiled.Yumiko dropped the gasping priest, who inched her way to her gun laying near the road.The nun ran for and grasped her katana, spinning around to meet her attacker.He made his way slowly, head down and eyes closed with a raised blade in a absurd salutation.
"All the saints salute you."She snapped.
"The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ , and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Ghost, be with you all."He threw his head back and ran at the deranged pyschopath with her blade drawn and ready.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMEN!"
Metal slid off metal, and blood flew as they dived and attcked at each other.
"YES! KILL ME TAKAGI YUMIKO! MAKE ME BLEED YOU BEAUITFUL INSANE BITCH! MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY YOU LOVELY DEMON! MAY HE SMILE DOWN YOU FOR ALL TiME! YES!"
He felt like laughing...it was all coming to plan!
He called over his shoulder as he fought one handed with the blood crazed girl.
"HEINKEL!Come in while it's warm!"
The priest stared at him for a second, and smiled with a shrug.
"Might as well."
*Six hours later*
Over 100 injuries....
6 times he fell only to get back up....
57 bullet wounds....
102 bloodsheds....
30 times of shooting at gawking passing cars...
They were done.
Sprawled out on the cool grass, the three of them smiled happily and ignored the blood splashed all over them.Sore....aching...but released.
"Truce?"He said quietly, turning a bullet riddled head to look at them.
"Truce."
"Feel better?"
"Yep."
"Better than sex?"
"Perhaps."
"Good enough."
He placed the remaining arm he had under his head, and stared up into the clear night sky.
"You know what?"Heinkel said as she absently rubbed a bump on her forehead.
"Hm?"
"They said we can't kill in Iscariot's or the Vatican's name.....but fuck the piety bullshit.I say we just do whatever the hell we want, when we want, to whom we want, and just spit on their rules."
"Amen to that....so what now?"
"We stay here...we get in the car in the morning, and drive to no where.Agreed?"
"Agreed."
She sighed, and turned onto her side, listening to Yumiko's quiet snores.
"You know something?"
"Hm?"Anderson said drowsily.
"I'm hungry."
"Fighting will do that to you...want my other arm to gnaw on?"
"That is just damn disgusting and you know it Alexander....besides, I'm still hurt by the Protestant remark."
He chuckled softly, and turned his gaze upwards.
"Well.....it's...very becoming of you.OW!"He winced as his hand flew across his cheek.
"Eat your own damn arm.I'm going to sleep."
"Sweet dreams."
"Bite me."
They needed to understand the utter importance of staying low. Iscariot should still remain secret under tha pain of death... that or having your title and holy robes taken away for good. They must forgive Father Maxwell, he hasn't been well lately, he 's always been like this, even as a small child. But he was doing it for their own good since he is such a good man who really does care but he does let them go with such sadness in his heart. He was so disappointed his favorites had to make such a horrible mistake but he still loves them because they are such good workers.....
"Enrique, are you done yet?"
"Yes my child. May the holy Trinity be with you."
"Yes Father."
She watched as he turned his back to go up the stone steps of the mansion.
"....You bloody old fart who rips off bloody fucking Star Wars posters."
"Heinkel!"
"I STILL can't believe this....."
"HEINKEL!"
"WHAT?"
"GET IN THE CAR AND LET'S GO!"
"CAN I LEAST THROW A ROCK AT HIS WINDOWS?"
"HEINKEL!!!!"
"......Screw it."
Five seconds later....
"Good riddance to bad tra-"
*CRASH*
'Father Maxwell, what was that?!"
"That... that was petrified pigeon."
"Uh...Father...it's a rock."
"....Shouldn't you be taking confessions?"
"No sir, it's my off ti-"
"GET OUT OF HERE YOU OLD DODDERING FOOL!"
-------
In the car, Heinkel was laughing so hard she kept swerving on the road.
"So I pick up the rock and BAM hits it right in the middle!HAH!"
Anderson gritted his teeth and grabbed the wheel with a hand that wasn't occupied with holding a bag.Heinkel smacked his hand and sobered up enough to actually drive straight.
"So....where are we going?" said a voice from the backseat.
"How should I know? Anderson, didn't you come up with something?"
"That I did.....either we can sleep in the car, stay in some God forsaken seedy motel where fleas and whores run rampant..or the orphanage."
"Seedy Motel." Heinkel said quickly.
Anderson sighed and shook his head. "Really Heinkel, I do not see what you have against those poor children. They'll never look at Saint Nicholas and Rudolph the same way again after what you told them."
"Look....he's fat, he's jolly with a jiggling belly and has a frigid wife...what do you think that red flashing nose means and why he was so eager to "help" that flying brown red nosed brat?"
"Um...."
"Still you didn't need to tell them that."
"And why not?"
"UM...."
"Because it is not proper to defile God's children's ears with dirty talk."
"Yet God still lets arrogant, cowardly, snide rats become priests but yet women who deserve it can't?"Heinkel hissed.
"WHERE ARE WE GOING FOR THE LAST TIME??"
"NO WHERE!" Heinkel screamed into the backseat.
"Don't yell at the poor girl like that!" Anderson growled.
"I am not yelling!"
"Yes you are!" Yumiko cried, feeling tears rise up again.
The car rolled to a stop by the side of the road, and the priestess got out.
"Screw this..I'm walking back to Iscariot and go throw some more rocks."
Anderson turned back to Yumiko.
"Do not worry child....I know way to resolve this.You must believe it so...are you coming?"
The nun quickly wiped away the tears with the back of her hand and nodded.
Meanwhile, Heinkel kept up a steady pace by the side of the desolate road, pausing sometimes to give the ground a scruff with her heel.
"Stupid....bastards.....think they can beat me down but they don't know the Wolf..."
She heard quickening footsteps behind her, but she refused to stop.
"...Helllllllll...."
"You get back in the car..."
"Quit keeping up with me!"
"I can't help it, my legs are longer than yours."
He was ahead of her, and she felt herself go red.
"At least stop beating me in walking!"
"Once again...my legs are longer."
"Don't think you're going to stop me Andy....I'm a scorned woman on a mission."
"And that mission would be what?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"To throw a shitload of rocks at his windows."
"And why do you feel compelled to do that?"
"Because I have a shitload of anger in me!"
The priest paused suddenly, which made Heinkel run into him with a "oof!".
It could have been, this idea, been made long ago. It seemed to him the necessary solution for such violent people such as themselves or serial killers for that matter. He remembered observing it on the playgrounds of the orphanage...the release of energy for clearer minds.Those who went out to play before their studies were the ones with the higher grades and positive attitudes, while the ones who didn't were lacking in grades and attitude, lazy and bleary eyed.The release of energy...and what way could they release it?
Volleyball?
No...that was just plain impossible...besides he had a phobia of flying round things.
Sex?
Unless they all wanted a holy orgy...out of the question.
There was only way to end this, and the only way they have been taught to solve all problems.
"Little...bitch."
Heinkel blanched, and whipped out her gun to point it into the back of the priest.
"What was that?"
"Little bitch. Crybaby wench. May He see you and be disgusted at your weakness, and cast you down into Purgatory to cease your pathetic whimpers."
"Alexander Anderson, don't make me-"
"Nothing more than...a Protestant bitch."
She cocked the gun.Shot one bullet into the center of his back.He winced slightly as it entered, but years had hardened himself,now the feeling was only a slight prick.Mustering up a smile, he spun around and garbbed her wrist, twisting it hard enough for her to cry out and drop the gun.
"Little bitch..use a gun on me? Your own comrade? Shame be on you, and He will surely cast you down into the Fires once I'm done with you." He hissed, and threw her to the ground. She stared up at him defiantly, and reached for her gun laying a few feet away.
"Pick it up and attempt to try...."
"You bastard."
"Little Protestant bitch" He cooed soflty, and bent down to slightly smack her on the cheeks. "Whatcha gonna do little girl? Gonna shoot the big bad dirty priest? You'll get bad dreams child."
She smiled, and pulled up the gun to touch his forehead.
"Amen Father."
She pulled back the trigger, and shot him in the forehead. He fell back onto his back, and closed his eyes.
"FATHER ALEXANDER ANDERSON!"
Heinkel looked behind her, to see Yumiko running toward them.
"WHAT DID YOU DO???!!!"She screamed. Grabbing Heinkel by her priest's collar,she shook her until the priest couldn't see straight.
Heinkel sighed, and smacked the hysterical nun across the face.She fell to the ground, and held her mouth as she raised teary eyes to her friend.
"He's not dead."Heinkel soothed. "He's a regenerator..he's outlived these before and will aga-"
She stopped short, and froze in terror.
"Yumiko?"
"How...dare...you...touch..."
"TAKAGI!DON'T!"
"ME!"
The nun leaped up, seizing Heinkel by the throat and bringing out her katana, the tip barely inches away from the terrified woman's eyes.She squeezed tightly, and spoke through gritted teeth, spit landing on the priest's face.
"You hit me Heinkel....for too long I have suffered....you may be redeemed in my eyes...once you have the suffering of losing yours!"
Just when she was to lower the tip blade into one green eye, a large sword flew out to hit the katan out of her hand.
"WHAT!"
"Greet one another with a holy kiss."
He raised himself up to his feet, and smiled.Yumiko dropped the gasping priest, who inched her way to her gun laying near the road.The nun ran for and grasped her katana, spinning around to meet her attacker.He made his way slowly, head down and eyes closed with a raised blade in a absurd salutation.
"All the saints salute you."She snapped.
"The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ , and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Ghost, be with you all."He threw his head back and ran at the deranged pyschopath with her blade drawn and ready.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMEN!"
Metal slid off metal, and blood flew as they dived and attcked at each other.
"YES! KILL ME TAKAGI YUMIKO! MAKE ME BLEED YOU BEAUITFUL INSANE BITCH! MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY YOU LOVELY DEMON! MAY HE SMILE DOWN YOU FOR ALL TiME! YES!"
He felt like laughing...it was all coming to plan!
He called over his shoulder as he fought one handed with the blood crazed girl.
"HEINKEL!Come in while it's warm!"
The priest stared at him for a second, and smiled with a shrug.
"Might as well."
*Six hours later*
Over 100 injuries....
6 times he fell only to get back up....
57 bullet wounds....
102 bloodsheds....
30 times of shooting at gawking passing cars...
They were done.
Sprawled out on the cool grass, the three of them smiled happily and ignored the blood splashed all over them.Sore....aching...but released.
"Truce?"He said quietly, turning a bullet riddled head to look at them.
"Truce."
"Feel better?"
"Yep."
"Better than sex?"
"Perhaps."
"Good enough."
He placed the remaining arm he had under his head, and stared up into the clear night sky.
"You know what?"Heinkel said as she absently rubbed a bump on her forehead.
"Hm?"
"They said we can't kill in Iscariot's or the Vatican's name.....but fuck the piety bullshit.I say we just do whatever the hell we want, when we want, to whom we want, and just spit on their rules."
"Amen to that....so what now?"
"We stay here...we get in the car in the morning, and drive to no where.Agreed?"
"Agreed."
She sighed, and turned onto her side, listening to Yumiko's quiet snores.
"You know something?"
"Hm?"Anderson said drowsily.
"I'm hungry."
"Fighting will do that to you...want my other arm to gnaw on?"
"That is just damn disgusting and you know it Alexander....besides, I'm still hurt by the Protestant remark."
He chuckled softly, and turned his gaze upwards.
"Well.....it's...very becoming of you.OW!"He winced as his hand flew across his cheek.
"Eat your own damn arm.I'm going to sleep."
"Sweet dreams."
"Bite me."
