John did everything in his power to help out Mr. Shannery and his cathedral. Nothing was going on this day but he just wanted to forget so bad that he didn't care what task was set before him. He mindlessly put his back into it, his stood on ladders, using the special things need to clean the stained glass windows. He'd remember this time and say "I looked Jesus in the face." He smiled softly and continued to scrub the messiah's hair and the sun made of glass that shined brightly behind him. It was still so early, he could feel sweat accumulate on his brow, and there was still so much to do. He was breathing faster, he could feel the sweat drop down his cheek, he swallowed hard though, and ignored it. 'The Lord's glass is more important then your face, calm down!' With those words he began to climb down the ladder, shifting it before moving it to the right, and working on the next one. Good thing heights didn't scare him.
I take it you started with the first season, since you know about the characters in my Avatar?
John had finally made it to the Cathedral. His thoughts were an awful jumble of death and getting engulfed in explosions. His arms unhinged themselves from their crossed position. His fingers too cold to tell anyone where he was at the moment. And he still felt so tired. But he sighed in relief as his unhinged arms and fingers finally got flooded with outside warmth. The amount of people in the gorgeous building was few. Just perfect for John. This place was like a second home. He needed to sit though and so he did in the middle pew. Was approached by a middle aged portly fellow with oddly piercing green eyes. John took stock of how he commanded others with a firm but gentle hand. This shepherd was a good protector of his flock. He sat and rested and waited, he was a new face, and he would be examined sooner or later. As predicted John was run through a cursory interview with the green eyed man, a widow named Mr. Shannery. 10 minutes later John could find no fault with the man and then John was directed to a closing then where he selected a white long sleeved flannel shirt and fitting blue jeans. In clean clothes John felt focused and prepared for anything, kinda. His phone began to buzz in his pocket as he was about to speak to Mr. Shannery, he huffed quietly but headed outside to take the call. His mother's voice was in his ear checking up on him while later giving him some interesting news she'd heard from fellow Bellhurst parents.
John opened one eye first when he woke up the next morning, and nearly jump. People! So close to his personal space. Even one had the audacity to nudge his arm off the armrest and take it from him. He felt panicky again. He wanted to bathe in hand sanitizer. And realizing that he couldn't do that had him fuming. His anger increased as he thought about how filthy he was. He needed to get out. Now! But where to? He jammed his charger in one pocket and his phone in the other. Scarfing down a hotdog and a small cup of water, he raked his hair back in an attempt at grooming while he used his other hand to push open the door. God. This wind. So cold. Focus. John inhaled the fresh air deeply, remembering why he was outside. He furrowed his brow and flipped his phone open, using his phone he was able to use the maps feature to find the nearest church. Hell, even a cathedral would do. Great, a cathedral it is, according to his map. Sweet nicotine mixing with the city's mountainous air, he felt a little better. Only a little. He needed the Lord and he needed Him now.
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John read Cherno's text and replied letting him know that he was okay. And letting him know that whatever sin he committed to get is hand's wound, didn't mean he should risk catching an infection. John texted his mother and pastor again. No replies from either of them. He frowned with worry before weaving through crowds and taking a seat near a familiar looking heathen girl. He was so drowsy already. "That's it John. Let the Lord embrace you. Forget everything."
Haha. I should update that Owl City thing. I used to listen to him a lot around 9th and 10th grade. I still do actually, just not as much. You...
His back hurt a tiny bit, from sleeping on the floor of a stadium. His hand rose up and slapped his cheek so that he wouldn't think about how filthy he was or how filthy was the ground he'd slept on. John still had a twenty left over from his allowance and work at the church. So he got up and joined the log in of people waiting for the phone accessory booths to open up. It was a little amazing, someone had sprang up with an assortment of just about every cell phone thing you'd need, except actually cell phones. This was not the only booth either, the place had food being brought in from all openings. And even the people in line for things were being handed plates or beverages. He needed to check on his mouth, but was grateful for the water that was given to him in a white plastic up. His thirsty throat was finally not as parched and so now, he could think about other things. Like hunger. And getting the charger that would be needed to call his mother, and possibly Cherno. Finally, after two hotdogs were devoured and an hour had passed, John finally got to the front of the line, and bought the right charger for his dead phone. When he got out of the line he could feel the strength that his hotdogs had provided. His vision was as slow to examine things, his body wasn't as cold either. He finally took stock of where he was and was mentally strong enough to forget and put a hold on the God awful things he'd been through in such a short time. He could finally took in that he was literally in a stadium full of HEATHENS. He felt sick. His stomach roiled and he clutched his stomach. Teenaged mothers swarmed potential boyfriends. His eyes roamed from one suspicous man to another. Who knew which was just waiting to snatch a child or purse. A snot nosed woman walked up to him and his held tilted slightly to the right and his left eye narrowed angrily in her direction. "My tolerance for your sinful ways is at an all time low, woman. I am not Adam. I do not have to put up with you or your wickedness for half a century. So if you so much as continue to stare in my direction. I will send a thousand prayers for you to be blessed with a happy life and home." The woman's face changed from fear and fright, to one of relief. John crossed his arms over his chest and clutched his new charger in his left fist. Listening to the woman state her problems and then helping her find the nearest hotdog giver. He sighed and ran his fingers through his blond strands. Everyone was suffering, no sense in making a heathen, a pissed off heathen in this stadium of sin. He pushed his way through a crowd and tore the wrapper of his phone charger, plugging it into the wall and his phone in less then a few seconds. After that, he dared anyone to bother him with his eyes. He was in a life or death game with a demoness. There was no way a mere impatient degenerate was going to interupt him doing anything, no matter how small John's current task was. Oh, new tumblr posts. Goody.
John walked about in a days. His tears had long dried. His legs wanted to take him home but he held off, he just kept walking. Until he stumbled upon a station. It wasn't soon before long that he heard his phone beep twice, alerting him that he was almost out of lower. There seemed to be not anothet soul around as he wandered through the water logged town. Soon he was called out for, not by name but as a sir. An officer of the law and two other men were offering him a ride to the stadium. Where a makeshift city awaited him. Briefly his mind connected that his mother might be there. So he nodded to the men, suddenly these coppers had a very comfortable car. As the car whizzed through the streets, more people filed into the squad car. Two more before John was on an unhindered stop to the Stadium. He couldn't be dropped off at the entrance. Instead he had to walk two full blocks because of the damages done to the city. He rubbed the area where his heart beat as he stared up at the doors and stairs leading into the ticketbooths. People brushed past him to get inside and he didn't care. Didn't mock or even think of them. He felt nothing but a dull beat that said, You're alive."
John just couldn't believe this. Being in a religion where these things were said to have happen, seeing it was one thing. But seeing it taken to an extent where the beast was unknown and they the pieces were being brought so low so fast. John did not sign up for this when he was born. So why was he paying the price now? And the demon spoke, of course, near jibberish or a language no one gives two damns about. He shook his head as he stood up. Eyes swiveling and teeth chattering he could taste the bile almost rising out of his mouth. His eyes kept moving as he began to lurch towards the now open doors. Cherno? Where's his only friend in this God forsaken town. He felt the warm tears roll slowly down his cheeks as he watched his best friend help another. He did his best to not think the worse. Instead he let himself cry and grieve as he mindlessly began to pray for the dead girl. The prayer morphed into a protective mantra as he the left the school, to his own machinations.
Confession? No. No. Haha. What were they, Catholics? No. He rubbed his chin in deep thought. We are teenagers. We should not be computing this stuff with our brains. John quietly shook his head. Murder? Jesus didn't harm fly. So why would he harm an Abby? Jesus, did that sound like working together? His patience was running thin, he could feel something mentally breaking in is skull. His stomach rumbled as he walked across the auditorium to take his place behind Cherno. Food would have to wait. His hungry stomach reminded of fasting, which reminded him of meditation. Which led him to calm down. Back to his original idea. Escape. Escape was more important then these idiotic ideas. "Try as you might, you can't save those that don't want to be saved, Chernobyl." His words floated soft and quiet from his spot to Cherno's ear only.
John's fingers patted his fingers as Cherno walked across the room to Temperance. But he withheld revealing what was in his pocket. Yawning he stretched and shifted out of his immobile position from before and sent his odd eyes flying about the large auditorium. Escaping together seemed to be the general consensus. And when surrounded by sinners you must be a shining example. That being said, John gazed upwards towards the windows. "Excellent logic, solidifying us into a single unit to achieve a primary goal seems perfect. So can we please start brainstorming getting out of here. Together." His right index finger followed his eyes, theatrically reminding them where they needed to be to survive.
"Quintus is right. We should get out of here. I am not certain if my mother is even alive right now. So let's try to not die and just form some kind of truce at least until this ends for good." He folded his arms across his chest and bit his tongue at his words, he didn't want to be near over half the people here. He sighed as if he was tired. Maybe he was. "Can we agree? For the moment, peace between us? Multiple heads should be able to get out of multiple situations. " In all honesty, he was just sick of all the argumentive **** they spouted.
John left the group after critically observing them all. Silently he returned and began doling out the spare blankets to those who needed them the most. Abigail's words were listened too but he agreed with Aileen. His gaze dug into her's. "Cross out entertainment, some of us look like we're half dead. We should be asking how did we ALL get to this one spot one the one day the city floods. By rainfall. Not a wave. But rain. Damn near impossible. " He brushed a few blonde strands of hair behind his ear before speaking again. "We need to figure out what it is we're not seeing. One of us has to know something."
9 HOUSES ARE FLOODING!! John didn't have much battery life left, and his Christian lackeys were a bit of a bore so his feet directed him towards the largest building in school. His eyes didn't look at the screen as he fired off a reply to Cherno telling Cherno to meet up with him at the auditorium so that Cherno could tell him the state of their homes. It took a few minutes to navigate the halls of Bellhurst High but John made it to the auditorium. He paused outside the door to make sure his clothes aired out before pushing open the double doors and stepping inside.
13 HOUSES ARE FLOODING!! Aaaaaah. Sweet baby! Jesus. That was good. This was good. It was so good. Hnnng. Why did he ever stop? Sure he had to find the right sinner. But that was easy, since he was just like them. Weak and human. He exhaled, slowly. Giving the shadowy fellow one of his rare smiles while dissecting him with his eyes. John kept his mouth shut and sealed tight as he took another puff of the white stick sealed between his lips. He inhaled another addictive mouthful while GE settled down in the barely used stairwell by the entrance to the school. He could even hear footsteps outside it from time to time, but GE kept his head down and no one knew a thing in this darkness. Suddenly though, the smoking sinner who procured John's pack of nicotine was gone. That. Or really quiet. It made John stand up and stamp out the rest of his cigarette . As his foot connected with the stick, his heart twinged at the loss. But a lighter and another pack assuaged him. He asked for forgiveness a multitude of times while he sat hands clasped, grey smoke dissapearing even further into the darkness. He prayed as much as he felt was needed and stood hack up, brushing anything off his knees as he contemplated what to do. He needed better reception, so He stepped out into the hall, glad his stomach no longer growled since he bluntly ignored Altair. He needed what he needed and would stop for nothing. Leaning against the locker he held his phone up in his left hand and mashed his power button repeatedly in the dark. His phone carried this odd recharging battery that would recharge a bit after dying and being left alone with no charge. Ah, worked. His thumbs danced across the keys. One text to mother. Pause. Read Cherno's message. Ask that ******* where had he been while the town flooded. And where was he now?
John fustratedly mashed the buttons on his phone. His fellow club members were once again muttering about recent events while they talked in the darkness. He kept his eyes on the ever rising water outsid, all the while he kept hoping his phone would start up again. Thus far it'd been hours and it still was unreceptive, same thing for all the others in his room. His mind would drift to the idiots on the email's list. God, why did he know the list but not the names. He grumpily rubbed his stomach as it rumbled his disdain. Without answering the questions thrown at him by his fellows, he left them, stalking to the cafeteria in the dark. There's food there, there's always food there. And with no contact with his mother, Cherno, or his drama shows, John was reaching his limits of entertainment. He wished he had a rosary, anything to keep his idle hands busy in this insufferable darkness. Oh God, a heathen touched his shoulder in the dark, as if it were feeling him up. Shaking that shoulder clean he burst into the cafeteria and surveyed the crowded interior. The scent in the air made his nose curl, he shut his brain down before they could identify something he'd rather not known about. With that done he made a quick prayer that was sent up to the Lord before digging his way through the bodies littering the area that housed their only source of food.
"Yes. This time for research. I just hope he's alright." He didn't even bother looking at her, instead keeping his focus towards the windows. "Take Cherno's number. He'll be in touch. Goodbye." His voice quieted in the room full of students, his hands deftly scribbled his best friend's number onto his own club card, handing it to her before heading for the doors and back to his club room's purity for a troubled slumber.
John was furious with how long it had been raining! He hoped Cherno had stayed home, worrying about him and his mother made him constantly check his dead phone. Finally someone responded to him! He almost smiled at the music heathen. He cocked his ear and spun in a 360, finding her by hair style he wasted no time in talking as he cut through people to find her. "Cherno was gathering others for another meeting but it looks like that's canceled until the rain clears." John took a deep breath, feeling a bit crowded as he nervously glanced about for any sign of his analytical friend, hoping he might be here in the school.
John was out in the hallway, trying to decipher where Quin would be when very abruptly the lights went out. He glanced about but sighed in relief when he realized his classmates were not vanishing and just leaving him behind. With that thought tossed from his mind he decided the orchestra room would be the best place to find Quin. But it was not. He then walked his way over to the cafeteria, becoming more upset with Cherno by the minute as thunder boomed and and rain began to torrent down from the sky. He sighed. This task was taking far too long, his eyes quickly scanned over the various profiles of those inside. Too much time was being used, his patience was wearing thin. He stood in the center where others seemed to be calling for their friends, he opened his mouth and joined the shouting, "All Abby's, Tyler's and Quintus, report to the middle of this heathenistic cesspool, now! Good thinking John. After all how many Abbys and Tylers would you sort through here to find out they aren't here or something? Shut up Brain. Just shut up.
