The air is still , the streets are quiet, the church stands tall , the night'sabout to fall. As the moon rises and the sun bids adue, the Wisemen gather strong and not few. The doors barely creek, no mice that squeek, for a church this old the place was anything but meek. The worshippers gathered , sitting chanting murmuring to no one, an alter of where stood the man in robe of feather, powerful as his words were final when all's said and done.
The nurse and young man walk forward, all the murmurs halt and eyes shift , somehow the dread in the room got worse. The man raised his hands up in air , praying or calling to their deity,
"Oh great one, Lord of all in the chaos of night, we have yet another lost one, please guide him and us towards a better tomorrow..
Come son, place your hand on The book". The man welcomes John to the alter , he sees an old text with writings unknown , the leather backing seemed old but not tattered, not a speck of dust or hint of age on the book yet somehow he could feel it, this was something ancient and unnerving. His hands wavered , his gut said this place is off so she grabbed his hand.
"Don't, worry Mr.Smith , your doubt is justified since we just met but know this, we never let new Wisemen close to the book, this is all for your sake, so you can be free."
"F-free?" John hesitated but Catherine's grip tightened, pulling his hand closer to her chest.
"Free from torment, free from suffering, free from the everyday cycle of living in the chaos of day; replacing it with the beautiful night. If we succeed we can heal your loved ones, so they can be freed as well." Her voice was low but her smile was strong, John being in the headspace he was could'nt tell apart the warm smile from her cold hands.
He walked closer, his hand forward approaching the alter, he touched the book. Nothing.
"Try turning a few pages, sometimes it takes a while" said the Man in the robe. John starts to flip a few pages , weird writings, some drawings of the sky and stars, inhuman shapes, nothing too scary just weird. He turned around with dismay only to be bewildered , all the surrounding worshippers were convulsing holding their heads. He moved slowly to the Robed man who was closest to him, when he suddenly sprang up.
"Oh Wise One, thank you for blessing us!!" He said as his hands clasped together praying. He
Immedialty grabbed John by his shoulders and hugged him.
"You are amazing, the Wise one has bestowed visions of his great plans for the future all thanks to your precesne. You have moved the Great Old one." The Robed One was certainly pleased , his eyes a bit teary but his words were genuine.
"Is that good? I didn't see anything". John's voice still unsure of what happened.
"What happened right now is a very rare occurrence Mr. Smith. Besides when me or The prophet himself the book has never caused such a reaction of this scale. Even the prophet didn't cause a premonition on their first time. You are a special one and the Great Old one has taking a liking to you , or so it seems." Catherine explained , her voice still calm but a bit more servitude in her voice.
"John my boy, you will be one great Wisemen, maybe even the best of us" said the robed one.
"Thanks , thank you, so much". John broke down crying as he hugged the robed man. The man comforted John through his tears.
"We can move your mother here tomorrow , we will definetly look to her care". Said Catherine. 'We will also look to you with great interest' Catherine had a sinister glare.
"Holy Cult Crickets , what in the world were they doing." Said a slick Private eye, standing outside the church , staring through a stained glass window. Seeing a familiar face in there he realized others need to know.
A few hours ago during the afternoon.
"Ice cream tastes even sweeter when its free" Adrian's mood seemed uplifted after the ice cream.
"No such thing as a free lunch Adrian". Said Mrs. Powell as she licked her butterscotch icecream.
"Wha? But I got double scoop and didn't bring my wallet". Adrian suddenly paused likcing his ice cream as he stared at her with innocent puppy eyes.
"Oh no no no, I was joking, of course its my treat. After all it was my idea to get ice cream". Roslaind panicked for a second.
"So , can I get extra sprinkles on mine?"
"Of course you can."
"Yay" Adrian walked back to the ice cream stall, talked for a bit as he stood there. Mrs. Powell looked at him with a smile, what an innocent soul, to forget his worries from barely an hour ago just because of some ice cream. He walks back after his exchange with the same cone.
"What happened?" Mrs. Powell asked .
"Oh , it seems he ran out of sprinkles so he went off to get some, I hope we could wait and talk a few minutes till he comes back."
"Oh no worries. If you think about it this is also part of work"
"It is?"
"Yes , strategic intermittent breaks for increased productivity by consuming necessary sugars. Ice cream retreats are just as important as is busting your head over a small explosive tube".
"Haha yeah, although technically the tube wasn't explosive, its just that I messes up somehow". Adrians breath heavy but his eyes were weirdly shifty.
"None of Mr. Rathaway's tubes exploded yet still he is frustrated with them. Who knows maybe you discovered something". Mrs. Powell said with most confidence and most technical ignorance.
"I don't know muvh about manager works but I don't think its good anywhere if something goes boom". Adrian retorted.
"Ouch, quite the zinger. Still for someone to follow instructions and still not get a desired result shows a lack of experience or expertise". Mrs. Powell claps back.
"Hey not fair, I'm an intern and those instructions were senior engineer level while looking scribbled like a madman".
"Weird Mr. Rathaway's penmenship is immaculate, maybe part of his notes were from Dr. Wells , he does'nt have the best writing ettiquete."
"See, maybe both those notes mixed led to something wrong."
"Well no need to cry over spilt milk, just enjoy before you spill the ice cream". They both got to licking their ice creams. Adrian's eyes shifting again when suddenly
"Yo look, what's that there?" Adrian shouted as he pointed to the other direction. Mrs. powell turned in shock or surprise to see absolutely nothing but the blue sky.
"What, I didn't see anyth—oh my god. How?
"A rose for you, dear Rosalind".
Guess he's got some moves.