Chapter Eight: Loss of a Sanctuary Day one; 2:00 p.m.
Footsteps falls upon the cement, flowing down the road, towards the police station. Father Aryus stops to look at the station. A light mist surrounds the building. It's blue and white colours look dimmed and faded. A light rain begins to fall to the ground. Aryus looks up at the darkened clouds, for a moment. He watches as the clouds stir amongst themselves. He looks back to the police station.
The station's doors swing open slowly. Father Aryus comes walking through the doorway and closes the doors behind him. Dim lights illuminate the solid concrete walls. A reception desk in the front holds a computer and a telephone. Aryus walks over to the desk and reaches for the phone, but stops, thinking that it is somehow likely to not be working. A ring, suddenly, blares out from the telephone. Aryus takes hold of the receiver and lifts it to his ear. Before he even says anything, a voice comes through.
"Hello, Father." It's a mid-toned, sinister male voice, "I've been trying to get a hold of you, Father. You have taken quite some time to find, but now ... NOW I've found you!" The voice squeaks out a creepy giggle. The voice sighs, then continues, "I've been in need of a good laugh recently, Father. I'm so glad you could help me. I believe I've done something wrong, Father. Possibly something ... very wrong. I can't tell you what it is, but ... you, you can just stick with knowing ... knowing that it will find you." The voice giggles again, then breaks into hysterical laughter. "YOU don't GET IT, DO YOU?!?! I'm sure you will, FATHER! Don't be too SURPRISED!!!" The phone then goes dead. Aryus, remains standing there, holding the phone at his ear, staring at the wall, both confused, and scared. He shakily puts the receiver back on the phone.
"What're you doing here?" A strong, but calm voice calls to Aryus from behind him. Aryus turns around, finding a police officer standing there, holding a rifle at his side. He has blonde hair, which almost reaches his eyes, a bit chubby, but not obese. His face, an expression of intensity. His pale blue and gray eyes, remain slightly squinted towards Aryus. His light blue uniform and jeans seem rather old, but still decent. "I ask you what you're doing here? Ye' speak english?"
"Yes ... yes, I speak english. I'm just surprised to see people still here." Aryus replies, looking a bit confused at the police officer.
"Huh? What'you talkin' about?" The cop says, his look getting even more angry, by the look of it. Aryus widens his eyes and points to the door, taking a step forward.
"Have you not seen what's out there?! They're monsters!!! They even attacked me!" Aryus says in a worried tone. The officer just gives him a dumb look.
"Everything seems normal to me. I haven't heard any reports of any of these, so called monsters, that you speak of. You sure you're alright?" Aryus stares at him, with a gaping mouth and wide eyes. He grabs the sides of his head, and drops on his knees.
"I ... I heard the voice on the phone too. They couldn't have been imagination. Why don't you believe me?! They attacked me! It was awful!!" Aryus suddenly jerks up, as if an idea has struck his brain, "That woman!! I saw a woman. She had ... she had a trench coat, and a sword. She looked really strange. She explained all this stuff to me. You must be one of the other people that were chosen!!"
"Listen buddy, I don't know what the hell you're talkin' about, but I think you should stick around for a little bit, while we figure some things out." The officer says, reaching out and slapping cuffs on Aryus' wrists. Aryus holds up his hands in front of him, staring at the cuffs, with a bitter look of betrayal.
"NO!! You don't believe me?! I'm a priest, a Father, of the church! Why would I make this up?!" Aryus pleads to the ignorant cop who doesn't pay attention. He just pulls Aryus away through a
door, which goes out into a prison, and by no means of logic could've fit in the building, judging by it's size on the outside. Aryus just looks around at the cells, all of them empty, with an expression of complete confusion, drawn on his face. His mouth barely squeezes out the word "How ... "
The officer leads to an elevator which takes them up fifteen floors. They exit the elevator and come to a cell. The officer opens the large gate, and puts Aryus inside, removing the cuffs and locking him inside. The priest remains bewildered and in a complete state of shock. He looks around at the prison.
The prison is built in a circular fasion, being on the fifteenth floor, Aryus can't even see the ground floor from his cell. Above him is another few floors of cells, but he can't tell how many, because there's only two before the ascended floor from him cuts off his view.
The cell which Aryus resides in currently, has a low-quality folding bed, attached to the wall, a sink, and a toilet. He walks over and pulls down the bed, and takes a seat on the creaky, old, bed. He takes in a deep sigh, bringing his hands to his head. He lays back and stares at the cement ceiling above him...