Author's Note- Despite past author's notes I am still pumping out a chapter
every day. Lucky for any fans that I may have accumulated, I have more
words already than most 2-3 month projects. Yay for me. Also I'm trying to
think of a way to pick up the pace with Lyra's chapters. So far they've
been kinda... I donno... I was trying to go for something of a drama almost,
but things need to pick up. So here it is. (This may take a while to write.
I'm hungry, I need some sugar, and I'm writing about a difficult
character.)
Yippee.
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Chapter 6
The Church, Why Would They Want To Kill You?
-Similarly Named-
Paranoia?
The day after Midsummer and Lyra strode into her morning classes with a much better attitude than her teachers had ever seen before. She was much more attentive in class after her recitation of her journeys with Will through out the worlds. She was still wary about reciting her tale to her English teacher. But why not, she thought.
Her first period class went by quicker than she had thought, quicker most likely because she was not drowning herself in self-pity, and English came next. That too went by quickly and before she had time to think she was out in the streets of Oxford with Michelle, Emily, and her English teacher. Relating, once again, her story from the moment she first saw Mrs. Coutler to the moment that the window between the worlds was closed, took several days to tell fully. She had problems relating the parts with Will but with her friends beside her and the teacher listening intently she got through them.
On the last day of her narration she finished far before the lunch period was over, so the four went to an actual restaurant and Lyra's English teacher generously paid for the fare.
Going out for fresh air after the large meal, Lyra walked up and down the street that the restaurant was on, Pantalaimon walking briskly behind her. Between the restaurant itself and a large walkway leading up to a college that Lyra identified as Bridgeton, there was a dark alley. Filled with dilapidated boxes, and scraps of metal it was indeed a menacing place. Lyra paused in front of the entrance to the dark causeway and tried to see into the veil of darkness. It seemed that the shadows were moving about, and she could almost make out the shape of a man. She turned around and meant to continue walking when, but an icy fear engrossed her heart, out of the corner of her eye she could see the defined shape of a man standing in the shadows of the alleyway. She intended to run off, but the man grabbed at her and with a hand over her mouth to muffle the screams drew her back into the shadows. Lyra could identify a crucifix around the man's neck before all else was distorted in darkness.
Meanwhile, back in the restaurant, the three that were left walked casually onto the street and looked both ways for Lyra. When they couldn't find her up nor down the street the English teacher shrugged, "She probably went back to the school." The other two nodded and walked right past the dark opening, Michelle paused while the other two walked by to look down into the polluted path. Shuddering, she continued on, oblivious to that fact that Lyra and her kidnapper were only about ten feet beyond, and that Lyra had tried to call out her name.
Lyra was being blindly dragged through the filth and debris of the alleyway, and as soon as her eyes had adjusted to the dark could see that her captor wore church-garb. But his robes, instead of being a white color were as black as the shadows that blurred her vision. After running through the shadows for about five minutes the man's pace slackened, and then stopped.
Lyra had heard tales of what priests did to young girls and shuddered violently, what her mother put as a 'feverish obsession with sexuality', and was relieved, then horrified when through her blurred vision the man pulled a knife out of a fold in his robes.
The man held it, a moment before Lyra knew that it would plunge into her heart. Her legs gave way beneath her and she fell onto her knees. Crying openly now, the priest hesitated. And an instant later one of the two fell back, dead into the dirty ground, a pool of blood forming around the body. An object of messy death imbedded deep within their heart. It was a perfect kill with no witnesses, and the body wouldn't be discovered for days.
The author grins devilishly in his sick obsession for death. Cackling with delight is his morbid fantasies.
"Do not ask for whom the next chapter brings to death, it brings it to you." -Giarc1126
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Chapter 6
The Church, Why Would They Want To Kill You?
-Similarly Named-
Paranoia?
The day after Midsummer and Lyra strode into her morning classes with a much better attitude than her teachers had ever seen before. She was much more attentive in class after her recitation of her journeys with Will through out the worlds. She was still wary about reciting her tale to her English teacher. But why not, she thought.
Her first period class went by quicker than she had thought, quicker most likely because she was not drowning herself in self-pity, and English came next. That too went by quickly and before she had time to think she was out in the streets of Oxford with Michelle, Emily, and her English teacher. Relating, once again, her story from the moment she first saw Mrs. Coutler to the moment that the window between the worlds was closed, took several days to tell fully. She had problems relating the parts with Will but with her friends beside her and the teacher listening intently she got through them.
On the last day of her narration she finished far before the lunch period was over, so the four went to an actual restaurant and Lyra's English teacher generously paid for the fare.
Going out for fresh air after the large meal, Lyra walked up and down the street that the restaurant was on, Pantalaimon walking briskly behind her. Between the restaurant itself and a large walkway leading up to a college that Lyra identified as Bridgeton, there was a dark alley. Filled with dilapidated boxes, and scraps of metal it was indeed a menacing place. Lyra paused in front of the entrance to the dark causeway and tried to see into the veil of darkness. It seemed that the shadows were moving about, and she could almost make out the shape of a man. She turned around and meant to continue walking when, but an icy fear engrossed her heart, out of the corner of her eye she could see the defined shape of a man standing in the shadows of the alleyway. She intended to run off, but the man grabbed at her and with a hand over her mouth to muffle the screams drew her back into the shadows. Lyra could identify a crucifix around the man's neck before all else was distorted in darkness.
Meanwhile, back in the restaurant, the three that were left walked casually onto the street and looked both ways for Lyra. When they couldn't find her up nor down the street the English teacher shrugged, "She probably went back to the school." The other two nodded and walked right past the dark opening, Michelle paused while the other two walked by to look down into the polluted path. Shuddering, she continued on, oblivious to that fact that Lyra and her kidnapper were only about ten feet beyond, and that Lyra had tried to call out her name.
Lyra was being blindly dragged through the filth and debris of the alleyway, and as soon as her eyes had adjusted to the dark could see that her captor wore church-garb. But his robes, instead of being a white color were as black as the shadows that blurred her vision. After running through the shadows for about five minutes the man's pace slackened, and then stopped.
Lyra had heard tales of what priests did to young girls and shuddered violently, what her mother put as a 'feverish obsession with sexuality', and was relieved, then horrified when through her blurred vision the man pulled a knife out of a fold in his robes.
The man held it, a moment before Lyra knew that it would plunge into her heart. Her legs gave way beneath her and she fell onto her knees. Crying openly now, the priest hesitated. And an instant later one of the two fell back, dead into the dirty ground, a pool of blood forming around the body. An object of messy death imbedded deep within their heart. It was a perfect kill with no witnesses, and the body wouldn't be discovered for days.
The author grins devilishly in his sick obsession for death. Cackling with delight is his morbid fantasies.
"Do not ask for whom the next chapter brings to death, it brings it to you." -Giarc1126