Cultist

Chapter 21, Sometimes

I drove in silence, not really paying attention to the road. All I could think about was David. Poor David got wrapped up in my past right after he found out about it. And now what? If he really was in Simon’s hands I didn't know how much longer he would be alive. Of its true that Simon found out about me and David, David had a very slim chance of making it through the night. I just hand to get to that church as fast as I could and pray to whatever god was out there that David was safe and sound. David didn't deserve this.

We drove for what felt like hours but it was only minutes. Passing so many street signs I didn’t need to look at, the night sky still hanging above us. We eventually pulled up to the street before the church and Cameron turned to me again

“Now, when we get to the church you need to park park in the back and me and Barry will escort you out. Understand?” he instructed, I nodded in compliance. We pulled into the church Plaza, the front of the church had a arch with stained glass in the middle, designed with a picture of an eye and a Z, colours of purple and red usually shining through it, but not in the moonlight. I went around back and parked the car, turning it off, watching the headlights fade. Immediately this place brought back horrible memories.

“Why purple?” I asked, I was only 7 at the time, it was one of those afternoons where I had been sent to the Chapel room for reflection. Beth, a girl with curly blonde hair with the same authority as Simon was there sitting beside me. She was writing something in a black notebook as I sat on the window sill, running my hand over the cold coloured glass.

“That's the colour of the life giving drink.” she explained, I nodded but I didn't really understand.

“Why don't we ever drink it?” I asked, Beth didn't take her eyes off her book and kept writing but answered me.

“We are already children of Zeemuug, we don't need to drink it unless we lost our way.” Beth informed me, I nodded again understanding a bit better now. I touched more of the glass.

“and why red?” I asked, Beth looked up from her book this time, giving me a smile.

“Well, that stands for a lot more actually. It's the colour of the eyes of Zeemuug, it's the colour you see before you ascend and it's the colour of victory.” Beth told me, I understood it all accepted the last point.

“Victory?” I asked, she nodded and put her book down, walking over to me and sitting beside me on the window sill.

“Well, when there are people who do want to accept Zeemuug as their savior, we lose, so, we make them ascend. Sometimes it involves blood, and blood is red.” Beth told me. I nodded understanding fully now what the colours meant on the stained glass window.

Camerons grip on my wrist was familiar in a way. It was always so firm and I never dared to attempt to break out of it. The knife Barry had back in the car was out again and pointed to my gut as we walked into the back doors of the church. They lead me down a hallway and through a room I had never seen before, passing bathrooms and finally sitting me down in the main foyer in a pew in the middle of the room. The ceiling was as high as I remembered, the gloss on the benches chipping away leaving the rough wood material accessible. Barry and Cameron sat on either side of me, Barry still keeping the knife at my side as we sat in silence, the only sound was the one of the building settling. I looked down at my feet, noticing the kneeling stool right under me.

“When we ask you to kneel you are supposed to kneel.” Simon scolded me, I was 8 at the time. There was a tall, pale man standing in front of everyone and speaking words from a book that I didn't understand. They were in a different language.