Chapter 54, A Beautiful Morning

Chapter 54, A Beautiful Morning

Was that all you came here to ask? Dude, youre straight-up weird. Okay, see, a lot of the weird stuff all those cardinals have been telling us to read was really just a sort of a prelude. Like how the Jewish are still waiting for the Messiah to arrive, yeah? Were all sitting around on our asses, fiddling our thumbs and singing pretty songs, hoping the God Below should do something.

So far, nobodys told me exactly what Hes supposed to do, but I dont think its an apocalypse or something. More like an egg finally hatching to reveal a phoenix or something.

Hell come. We dont know when or anything, but someday, hell rise from the ground and show us the way. I think. Thats what all these books you cant bother to read say, at least.

I read them when I can.

Huh? That so? Gee, was a surprise! The big dumb jock paladin actually has sense to read the scripture he believes in! Wow. Wouldnt expect that from you, Kreig.

I never expected you to start writing chants and prayers.

Oh, thats, uh Just a past-time. You know, gotta have something to do when youre not healing random sickos and stuff. Heh. I was going to author a book, you know? Something of an autobiography about-, well, about this. Who else to do it? But, I guess The feeling of hearing your psalms sung in church for the first time is just-, its, heh, its something else. Not that Im any attached to it!

Of course you arent, Peter.

Dont say it like that, dude. Well, anyway, I answered your question. Ill be going now, yeah? But, uh, Kreig? Before you go?

Kreig looked up, his vantage point small and unclear where he sat cross-legged in the darkness that seemed to go on forever. What is it?

The massive moving mound of mud and bones heaved up to stand, the very ends of it slowly moving into the edges of the endless darkness. The skull, yellowing and stained with rotten flesh and mud and blood seemed to smile as it stalked down and hunched before Kreig. Face to face.

Thank you for letting me go.

The smiling skull and the endless squirming mud erupted into shining white flames that licked and fawned over his dying form, enlightening the whole of the abyss in blinding light. The fire enveloped the dead man and burned him, purging his existence from the world, bones and mud and soul. All.

Leaving only a golden spire. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Kreig picked it up, watching nostalgically as it melted and reformed into a large, golden broadsword.

08:30 - Do a bunch of school stuff (bleh!)

12:00 - Eat lunch (and make some for the tutor, too!)

15:00 - School ends (yay!!!)

16:00 - Go to the psycho dude (Address: Karl-Oskar Street 15c)

17:30 - Come home (pretty please?)

-It said. Simple enough.

Excuse what is written in the brackets, Sam insisted on giving a personal touch to it, George said. Kreig didnt see any issue with it and pocketed the slip of paper. Oh, also, uh. Before I and Sam leave for our stations, we need to get you washed. Ill show you, so just Follow me and listen, will you?

Kreig obliged him. The whole process was really quite simple. George told him how to use every kind of shower-liquid, helped brush his hair, and then sent him inside to do the thing.

By this point, Kreig knew how to shower. But exactly how to use all these different kinds of cleaning liquids Fascinating. And after a mere half an hour (where he stealthily tried all of the different soaps just to see what they did), he emerged. Washed and ready to do Normal Things. Towel wrapped around his midsection.

After another quarter of an hour where Sam and George both fought over how best to clean Kreigs now-wet hair, Kreig was all-ready.

Apparently, his siblings had been able to get some oversized clothing by the use of (threat of treason), so he was all clothed, clean and ready when they left. Leaving him alone in the apartment. The silence was deafening, but he just sort of stood there. Wandered over to look at the painting hanging in the living room. Inspected the battery-powered lamp.

The clock hit 0800 hours. Kreig was standing in front of the front door, breathing deeply. They should be here by now.

Where were they. Why werent they here. Whe-,

Knock kno-, Kreig tore the door open.

Hi! Glad to meet you! Ill be your tutor from now on, happy to-, her eyes widened and her hand stalled mid-reach.

Kreig sniffed the air a few times. Ah, it was her.

At this moment, Erica realized that she might have come to the wrong place.