The Field

The brisk chill of January air whisked swiftly around the girl, making her wish she had brought her cloak. She walked briskly towards the church for the midnight gathering, a worn bible clutched in hand. As she walked the cobblestone paths, a high-pitched squeak rang through the field. The girl paused as she realized that the sounds came from the church, growing louder with every passing second. She slowly crept toward the doors, holding her breath as if it could protect her from the sight inside.

She finally reached the worn oak doors and pushed them open with her shoulder, only to stop dead in her tracks. In the pews she saw the black robes of the nuns. They were slumped over in their seats, still clutched bloodstained rosaries. They all had ghostly white veils draw over their faces. The source of the sound was nowhere to be seen. In the middle lay a nun, her hands lightly clasped around the ceremonial dagger.

The inscription read “God is with you”. Her veil unlike the others was bloodstained and had a strange marking draw in red.

As she reached out to lift the veil, a hand grabbed her wrist painfully. It was lighter than porcelain, with purple tips appearing as though it had frostbite. It was colder than any living creature.

Hot breath hit the back of her neck, making her hair stand on end.

“Do you know who I am?” the voice asked, devoid of any humanity.

Her stomach fell through the floor, as her heart began to race. Seconds felt like hours as she scrambled for words, her panic robbing her of logical thoughts.

“N-no I don’t” she whispered, petrified.

“Hmm. Well, that’s too bad” the voice said mockingly. The voice and the hand both disappeared, giving her a brief moment of relief.

She felt it before she saw it: a terrible twisting pain in her chest before she saw the dagger protruding. It was the one the nun had been holding mere seconds ago. She used to think it was beautiful, with its inscription and carvings. Now sticking out of her chest, she couldn’t help but curse the person who had created it. With her ears ringing terribly and her mouth filled with blood, she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

She fell hard like a stone in water, her scream becoming garbled as she hit the ground. Her gown became soiled with her blood, the dagger thrown to the side. As she gazed up, she saw her attacker face. the face of an innocent girl. It had bright ginger hair, matted so thickly it looked past the point of return. It gazed at her with a bright blue iris, the color of beautiful sunny skies. The other was a deep. jet black giving a sharp contrast. Heaven and hell alongside one another.

“God has left you” it whispered, its face contorting with a smile.

The ringing in her ear intensified, and the world faded to black.

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