Hello everyone! I do not own Stephen King's The Dark Tower and all characters names are used out of admiration for such a great author. I also do not own the following anime Chrono Crusade, the Get Backers, or Hellsing. This is a work of fanfiction, based off of ideas of myself and a friend of mine.

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Chapter 2 - Holy Man

The flashing lights from the surrounding police cars lit up the night. Police had closed off the area to block the hundreds flocking to get a glimpse of the mess. The gunshot had been reported by the landlord of the adjacent apartment house. She had been having here evening coffee and watching the news with her cat, Molly, when the shot was fired. She doubted the noise at first, but her curiosity got the better of her, as was her habit. She often took more interest in the lives of her tenants than she should.

She had stuck her head out to see what had happened. Due to the lack of light she could not be sure, but the faint outline of a person could be seen. She checked again with a light, putting herself at risk if the 'killer' was still around, and found the man hunched over in the alley. She saw the trail of blood the rain was washing away, as well as that hideous thing on the wall.

Fr. Piatak was stopped by one of the officers as he drove up to the scene. Upon realizing his trade and purpose he let him pass. He parked his car a block down and made his way past those present as well as the infamous "Do Not Cross" barrier. He pulled out his stole, kissed it, and swung it around his neck as he walked to the crime scene. The police cleared a path for him as he went to his work. Another day in the life of Super Priest. The priest knelt down next to what was once a man known as Josh Chambers, but that time had passed. He crossed the man's forehead and consulted his book for the appropriate prayer. As he was finishing the lieutenant pushed through the clamoring police.

"I want these streets cleared immediately and paramedics to move the body as soon as possible. Get me a report of any eye witnesses, family, bar mates, anything!"

The priest finished his prayer as the officer approached the scene. He closed his book and stood out of the path of the gathering crowd.

The lieutenant gave a quick look at the scene before he began giving orders to his officers again. He stood staring at the wall in disgust before he turned to acknowledge the priest's presence.

"Evening Father. Thank you for coming."

"It's in the job description."

The lieutenant grunted in response as he turned towards the masses all struggling see the developing situation. "Amazing. Absolutely amazing."

The priest removed his stole and folded it into his pockets. "The usual crowd seems to have gathered again."

"Eleven deaths and these people just eat it up like the plaza's new dish. The worst of them is the press, always shoving their notebooks and camera's in first chance they get. God had better hurry up and come back. Otherwise there won't be enough of us left."

"Lieutenant D'Agosta, have there been any leads as to the killer's identity?"

D'Agosta stood silent for a moment before a sigh of frustration escaped from his lips. "No. We've analyzed the last ten and compared them all. So far all we know is that all the victims were killed from a single gunshot to the head from a high caliber weapon from close range. No other marks or signs of struggle besides those caused by the victims' attempts at escape. We can guess the employer, but as to why he would go picking off no names like Chambers is a mystery to me."

"I see."

"Listen, I'm going to have to ask you to clear out soon. Maybe head out to the crowd. See if anyone needs comforting."

"Thank you, Vincent. I'll see you Sunday."

Lieutenant D'Agosta nodded in agreement as he made his way out of the alley to the sergeant in charge of the scene.

Father Piatak stood staring at Josh again. God, please welcome him home. And please, don't let us lose another one. He heard the officers approaching to bag the man. He paid his final respects and made to leave. As he did, he looked to the wall that he had ignored before. In the glowing lights from the police cars, he could just make out the image plastered upon it. It was a crudely drawn eye, drawn in blood. Could have been paint, but he had seen one such emblem at the last scene. Forensics had discovered that the images had been drawn in the victims own blood. What ever happened to just leaving a business card?

The priest walked through the dispersing crowd towards his car. As he slid into the driver's seat he tossed his book into the passenger seat and revved up the engine. An eye…sounds familiar. He pulled out of the scene and started on his way back to the rectory.

The streets were clear and silent. They always were on the reaping days of death, as if in some mock reverence. Not a light left save for the street lamps, but even those seemed dark. The priest was familiar with these nights, for he had seen many…far too many. Eleven deaths had passed in the previous two months, each with a strange calling card. Josh was now one of the eleven. The Mafia had been considered, as was their style. The Mafia denied involvement as always and without sufficient evidence to continue the search the police had been forced to drop the investigation. Theories had been developed, but none were able to accurately crack the case.

The priest stuck the hands-free device into his ear and dialed a call. After four rings an answer came.

"St. Raphael's."

"It's me Remmington."

"Fr. Kyle, so good to hear from you. I take it you have already paid respects to the late Josh Chambers."

"Yes. The crowds have grown since last time. Had trouble getting the car through them all."

"I hope you didn't break any commandments in the process," Remmington responded jokingly.

"Heh, not this time. Remmington, I need to you get Constance to look into something for me."

"And what might that be?"

"See what she can find about a certain symbol: A lidless eye. It might be situated over a phoenix."

"Roger that. Although, you should be more than familiar with such a symbol."

"I know, but my memory isn't my best quality. Just have her pull up what she can and leave it on my desk. The symbols been showing up a lot lately, and I feel I'm missing something."

"I understand. I'll have her get right on it."

"Thank you, Ewan."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Sister Marie made a wonderful dinner tonight with a complimenting desert. We saved you some dinner, but knowing your dislike of cake we have already taken the liberty of consuming it."

The priest laughed, "Thanks for filling me in. I'll be home shortly, just going to make a quick stop."

"Very well, I shall speak to you then."

"God Bless."

Remmington hung up the phone and once again, the priest was left in silence. The priest rode in the silence, until he could bare it no more. He turned on the radio and let the music sink deep into his ears. If love be the music of life, play on. Shakespeare? Possibly. As he jammed to Wheezer, he could not dispel the image of Josh's sprawled figure in the alleyway.

The priest pulled into St. Raphael's parking lot and proceeded to the church. He dipped his fingers in Holy Water, blessed himself, and genuflected as he took a seat near the front of the church. He sat for a few moments in silence before the tears came. Tears for Josh, for his killer, and for the entire world. He hung his head, lost without an answer. Why God, must there be such evil in this world…why such sorrow…and how do we face tomorrow? His head shot up in an instant, and his eyes fell upon the Tabernacle. And he heard.

Fr. Piatak smiled.