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You Fell To Lust; NEW Vindication III Promo #3
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You Fell To Lust

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Paul is in a heap at Eddie’s feet, Eddie has the gun leveled at Andy’s head, and Andy sits bound and dead to a chair right in front of them. Andy’s wife and two daughters are weeping and screaming horribly, repercussions of having just witnessed Eddie shoot their loved one in the head to save their lives and Paul’s mother’s life. Eddie slowly lowers the gun, still staring at his fallen brother-in-arms, still processing what he just had to do. Eddie lowers the gun, and then stoops down beside Paul to check on him.

“Are you alright?”

Paul sniffles and picks up his head before wiping away the tears with the backs of his hands. He glances at Eddie, and then at Andy. Paul retches and looks away, not yet being able to stomach what he almost did and what Eddie had done for him.

“Yeah…I’m sorry…I’m sorry for all this, for not being able to do it and making you do it.”

Eddie puts his gun in his side holster and proceeds to help Paul to his feet. Eddie places his hands on Paul’s shoulders so they’re face to face; a severely serious look resides on Eddie’s face.

“Paul, I would rather have done it. You’re nothing like me, you’re nothing like Hawks, and you need to stay that way. You have innocence to you that you need to keep intact. Hawks was right; for men like me, killing comes natural. I don’t ever want you to know how that feels. It’s not meant for you.”

Paul’s face goes very serious now; clearly something that Eddie said didn’t set well with him. Eddie takes his hands of Paul’s shoulders and Paul points right at Eddie’s face as he speaks.

“Don’t say that; Hawks is not right about you, and don’t allow him that satisfaction. You’re more than Hawks will ever be, but if you let Hawks brainwash you, he’ll control you and we will be doing this for nothing.”

Paul lowers his hand, and Eddie stands their silent for a minute. Eddie knows what Paul is saying is right, and inside he curses himself for not seeing it. Hawks caused all his inner demons to torture him and make him relive the most horrible moments in his life. In dealing with that, he let his guard down, and weakened himself, just enough so Hawks could take advantage. Eddie lowers his head and then walks past Paul.

“…Let’s check on them.”

Paul takes in a sigh and then follows Eddie’s lead. Eddie pulls the gag off the woman and begins to untie her. Once she’s free, she jumps up and hurries towards her daughters, grabs them and holds them close. Paul has already started untying them, so by the time their mom reaches them, they both are free to hug her as well. Eddie and Paul are silent, they don’t know what to do or say, especially after kill the woman’s husband and the children’s father. They cry together for what seems like forever, and then finally the woman looks up at Eddie.

“I will honor my husband’s last wish to not hold you responsible, only if you promise me something…”

Eddie nods his head and looks down, as a child would who’s afraid of the scolding he may get from his parents. The woman holds her daughters tighter to her, allowing them to cry into her as her eyes well with tears again.

“You find that…that monster…and you make that bastard suffer. Make his death mean something, or I'll see you rot in a prison cell for what he did."

Eddie is surprised by the request, but he doesn’t dispute it. Eddie planned on making Hawks pay some way, somehow for all the pain and suffering he’s caused anyone, ever. Eddie nods, any words escaping him at this point; obviously all of this is starting to set in with him. The woman cries a few more tears after saying those words, clearly she isn’t the type of woman to ask for something that horrid and morbid.

“He told me to tell you two, had you…."

She swallows the frog in her throat that just choked her; the following words are hard for her to say, but she braves through it.

“ …killed Andy…he hurt my little girls and I to leave you a message. He wanted us to show you."

The woman kneels down so she can face her daughters directly. She makes a shushing sound in attempts to try to calm them down from crying.

“I need you both to stay brave for mommy, okay? Don’t be afraid, mommy’s here and mommy will take very good care of you. "

She reaches to their necks and gently moves the long locks of hair to the side. She glances at Eddie, and motions with her eyes towards the back of their necks. Eddie looks at Paul and does the same so they both see what she wants them to see. On the back of both of poor girls’ necks are parts of an address branded into their flesh. Paul covers his mouth and shakes his head before turning away. Eddie reads two words; ‘Buhl’ on one girl’s neck, and ‘Morton’ on the other girl’s neck. Eddie stands back up straight, and he woman stands with him. She moves her hair to the side and turns around to show him her mark. Eddie reads the number ‘817’ off her neck. Eddie looks at Paul and whispers to him.

“817 Buhl Morton, that has to be where your mother is.”

Paul nods but doesn’t say a word, he only walks slowly towards the exit. Eddie looks at the woman and then lowers his head before rubbing the back of his head and neck. She holds her daughters again and stares at Eddie. All he can muster is two words, two words that accompany a look in his eyes that only a truly broken and truly sorry man can display.

“…I’m sorry.”

With that said, Eddie turns and begins to walk away. Paul is waiting for Eddie by the door where they came in, and as Eddie approaches, he pushes the door open so they can leave. Before they do, the woman calls for Eddie, who turns and watches her walk towards him. She leaves her two little girls behind her a ways so they can’t hear what she says, and the woman speaks low enough to ensure that.

“I may seem calm to you, especially given the circumstances, but I’m going to be honest with you.”

She steps closer to him, her intensely hate-filled eyes burn a hole right through Eddie, and he doesn’t dare look away this time.

“I hate you. I put on this calm demeanor to protect my two little girls. Because of you, they are all I have left, and I won’t let them watch their mother break down in front of them when they need me to hold them up. I gave you what you came here for, and I will honor my husband’s wish, but know this; I don’t ever want to see you again. Last wish be damned, I will have you locked up if you ever come near me or my children again. May God damn you.”

Eddie stares at the woman in a loss for words. Though Hawks orchestrated all of this, Eddie doesn’t hold any fault towards her about her feelings. Maybe if Andy never met Eddie, he would still be alive, but then again, Eddie wouldn’t have troubles with his knee either. He decided not to speak any of his thoughts; he felt the least he could do was make sure he grants this woman before him her wish. He nods, and without another word, he turns and walks away. The woman watches as the two men who killed her husband disappear into the darkness of the corridor.

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...Meanwhile...

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Blake Phillips slumbers, probably the best sleep he’s had in a long time. With the aid of power pain medication, nearly anyone could achieve this level of rest. Blake’s gunshot wound to his shoulder has been cleaned and bandaged, his arm rests in a sling, and he lies in what looks like a hospital’s Emergency Room’s patient care. There’s no telling how long Blake has been here, only that with the severity of the wound, he probably needed x-rays and a few other tests to conduct to see if he needs overnight care or not. Blake’s rest is short lived, however, since a scream rings through the busy emergency room halls. Blake jerks awake and sits up, nearly throwing himself out of bed while doing so. Another scream clears his head some more, but the medication they gave him still keeps him in a drugged groggy state. Blake nurses his wrapped shoulder and he stands on his two feet and then stumbles. The wall catches him, and he uses this time to close his eyes and shake his head. After his attempt to shake some of the grogginess away, and with the help of the wall, Blake exits his room and peers out into the bright white hallway. Way down the hall in front of him is a group of people, and a woman nurse is being consoled by another female nurse as she sits in a chair and cries. Blake, who’s continuing to use the wall for support, walks towards the group, his vision impaired from his drugged state. A pair of nurses are talking as they pass Blake and head towards the collecting group.

“No one knows who did it, and from what I’ve heard, it happened so suddenly.”

Blake’s ears perk, but due to his slow pace compared to their hasty one, he can only hear the other nurses response before they are out of his earshot.

“Oh my God, who would do such a thing?”

It takes him a little time, but once he’s upon the group, he can see why he’s heard the screams and weeps of the disturbed nurse. A body of a male nurse lies on the pearly white floors, soaking in a pool of his own blood that drains from the ear-to-ear gash in his neck. Blake isn’t drugged enough to doubt that this is the work of Hawks, and for reasons unknown to him at this time; he’s hear in the hospital. Blake darts his eyes sluggishly up and down the hallway, trying to fight his sleepy eyelids and his semi-blurred vision. He doesn’t see Hawks, and he figured as such. Blake looks at the body again, and notices something that has most likely gone unnoticed to the group around him. The male nurse’s hand is pointing further down the hall. Everyone else probably thinks that’s how the body came to land, but Blake knows better. Blake attempts to walk without the wall’s support and does his best to slip by unnoticed by the frantic crowd. The further he moves away from the body, the more people that seem to be flocking to it.

Other doctors and nurses jog by Blake, other patients peek out of their rooms, papers and clipboards are scattered among the floor; it’s the beginning of total chaos, just as Hawks wanted. Once at the end of the hall, Blake eyes both directions that it connects to. Blake doesn’t spot anything out of the ordinary one way, except a pair of security guards running towards him and then turning down the hallway that Blake just came from. Blake watches the guards run towards the body and then he looks down the other direction of the hall. Blake spots what he’s looking for, a clue that Hawks left for only him to notice; a smear of blood on the stairs sign. Blake makes a beeline for that sign, still keeping to a steady pace to lose his footing and hurting himself worse than he already is. More security guards cut down the hallway Blake is on and hurry past him along with some more nurses. All of these people are so taken by surprise with the murder that they don’t pay any attention to Blake, which is how he wants it. Once to the blood smeared staircase sign, Blake opens the door right next to it.

Right away, he sees a set of stairs leading up and a set of stairs leading down. On staircase leading down, there’s another body with the same death wound as the other; a slit throat. This person was a male guard judging by the uniform, and Blake notices the word ‘basement’ has been carved into the guard’s forehead. Blake looks down and notices the guard’s gun still remains in his hip holster. Blake gingerly bends over, uses the wall to lean against so he don’t go tumbling down the stairs, and takes the guard’s weapon. Blake stands up straight, pops out the gun’s magazine to make sure it’s loaded, and pushes it back in before steadily descending the staircase. Blake is coming from the first floor, so the basement isn’t far down. At the bottom of the staircase, a small area resides behind the staircase for storage, other than that there is only a single door that leads into the underground workings of the hospital. Blake takes hold of the doors handle, stops and closes his eyes.

After taking a few slow, deep breaths, Blake opens his eyes again and pulls the door open. Knowing Hawks as he does, Blake expected a horror show upon opening the door with dozens of dead bodies, blood, guts, and everything else that would plague a nightmare. However, everything seems normal. A well-lit, grey hallway is in front of Blake, with many different doors with numbers on them. Blake holds the gun firm while leaning against the wall as he walks, looking for Hawks’ next clue. Blake’s nervous are on edge, even with the medication in his system, and his muscles are as tense as they’re allowed to be. Blake’s eyesight isn’t any better, but he’s being cautious. It’s quiet, too quiet if you were to ask Blake, and he can feel Hawks’ presence somewhere near. At the end of the hall is a door with a number on it, just like all the rest of the doors along this hallway.

Unlike the rest of the doors, the number on this one is circled in blood. Blake stops just outside the door and aims the gun at the door before leaning against the wall next to the door and using his foot to push the door open. Blake is instantly met with a terrorizing sight; a dead body dangling from strings at his wrists and neck like a puppet. Unlike the bodies he’s seen so far, this one isn’t as fresh, it’s very pale, and naked; Blake has walked into the hospital’s morgue. The body is of a middle aged, slightly overweight man. Hanging around the dead man’s neck is a necklace that Debra’s father gave her; another heirloom that she wouldn’t leave home without. Below the necklace, carved in the dead man’s pale flesh, is the address of where Blake’s wife is.


“817 Buhl Morton”

Blake steps forward very slowly, his mind still trying to process all of this, and reaches up to take the necklace from the corpse’s neck. He rips it away and looks at it in his hands. Suddenly, a echoing laugh startles Blake, making his spin around but in his drugged state, ends up stumbling and going to the ground. Down the hall, outside the door, Blake can see the silhouette of someone standing in the darkness. Before Blake can react, a sudden rush of heat emerges from behind him. Blake moves away from it before turning to see the cause, which is the body spontaneously catching fire. Blake watches for a few seconds as the skin and flesh of the corpse is consumed before turning his attention back to the shadowy figure down the hall. The figure is gone, and Blake is left drugged, afraid, without the strength he will need to do what’s needed. Blake pulls himself to his feet with what strength he does have and decides to vacate the scene before any of what just happened goes noticed.

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...Later That Night...

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A large factory sits alone, miles of seclusion in every direction. Eddie and Paul are the first to arrive at the address and enter through west side of the building. Minutes later, Blake shows up and enters through the east side of the build; both he and Eddie had carried their handguns in with them. Deep inside the factory lies a large center room with an entrance on either side. Those entrances are closed off with messages inked in blood on the doors, where as soon as the men approach them, they can’t miss the words. Eddie and Paul read their door first, and the message drips with fresh blood.

Only Edward shall enter…no weapons

Paul looks at Eddie, confused and unwilling to follow the rules.

“No…no, I won’t let you do this alone. She’s my mother, I’m going.”

Paul is about to push past Eddie and enter the door, but Eddie stops him and holds him back with his hands on Paul’s shoulders.

“No, Paul. I have to go alone, we have to follow the rules, or otherwise Hawks will kill Beverly. Like it or not, this is his game, we have to follow his rules if we want to save your mother.”

Paul lowers his head, knowing deep down in his heart that Eddie speaks the truth; he just doesn’t want to accept it. Paul has been a coward through all of this, and the one time he is ready to do what he has to do to save his mother, he has to sit on the sidelines and let Eddie do it. It’s hard for him to accept, but Paul does so, and hugs Eddie before they part ways.

“You bring our mother back, brother.”

Eddie’s heart thumps hard at that; Paul always calls Eddie his long, lost brother, and Beverly always accepted Eddie as a second son. He hugs Paul tightly; know that Hawks could easily take their lives at any moment. They silently let go of their brotherly embrace, Eddie pulls his gun from its holster and hands it to Paul before entering through the door. When the door shuts behind him, Eddie hears the lock click. The whole room is pitch black expect for a single light that hangs above table in the center of the room. The table and small and contains only two keys. Before Eddie can investigate any further, he hears the door across the room open, and after a few seconds, it closes and we hear the same clicking sound when Eddie’s door locked behind. Eddie readies himself, not knowing what to expect, until he sees the middle aged form of Blake Phillips step into the light next to the table. Eddie’s eyes go wide, knowing that they have been looking for this man, and here he stands.

“Blake Phillips?”

Blake gives off a confused look; he recognizes the man who clearly knows him, but he can’t place Eddie.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Before the two can answer any questions about each other, Hawks’ booming voice interrupts them.

“Welcome, gentlemen. You both have proved yourselves in your tests, but now we will see how you do in the final test. First and foremost, Blake, Edward here has a good friend named Paul. Like Debra, I’ve taken Paul’s mother, Beverly. Eddie, I’ve taken Blake’s wife Debra, like I have Beverly. Now that you both know of the reason why each other are here, let me explain the rules.”

The sounds of large industrial lights clicking on can be heard, along with their electronic buzzing. The rest of the room is illuminated brightly, showing a larger machine in the back of the room. This machine has two large pendulum blades above two slabs where two people are laying. These two people, presumably Debra and Beverly, are locked down to the slabs with steel bands held in place by hinges and padlocks. There’s one band around each ankle, one around each wrist, and one final lock that holds a mask together at the neck. The backs of these masks are welded to the table slab, and are fashioned from the mask Hawks dons. Both men take in what they’re seeing, each of them noticing the clothing of the women, and using that as a form of identification.

“The rules are simple, gentlemen. Take the key in front of you and unlock your loved one before the pendulum kills them. Careful, though. If you take too long, you’ll carry their bodies out…in halves.”

Both men look at each other, and then look at the keys in front of them. They know it can’t be that easy, but before they can think about any of the variables, the pendulums begin to swing and gain momentum. They swing perfect unison, side by side, cutting through the air with a whoosh sound when the pass the center mark. Both men grab their keys and hurry over to their loved ones. Blake starts to try to key in different locks, but it takes the fourth try before it fits in one of the ankle locks. Eddie took two tries to find the lock the key required. Once the lock is undone, they flip the bands over and there’s another key taped to the underside of the band. A loud clicking sound occurs when they pull back the bands and both pendulums lower. They stop and look up at the swinging blades, and then go for the second key and the second lock. When the find the right locks, Blake undoes his first, causing Eddie’s Pendulum to click louder and lower again. Blake’s eyes watched all this occur, and when he puts it all together in his mind, he figures out Hawks’ deadly variable.

“STOP!”

Eddie’s eyes dart to Blake, who notices the wide eyes of horror.

“What!?”

Eddie turns the key in the second lock and lifts the band, causing Debra’s pendulum to lower another notch. Blake panics at this point and yells even louder.

“STOP!! Every time we release a lock, we lower the pendulum further down for the other side! That’s what the loud noise is every time we pull back a restraint!”

Eddie now understands why Blake looks horrified; not only are they limited in time to free their loved ones, but…

“…if you’re right, it’s impossible to save both of them…”

Eddie and Paul are now on the same page; they know what they have to do, but now they have to come to terms with taking yet another life and placing it solely on their conscience. When the pendulums lower again from expiring time, they snap to life and hurry as fast as their bodies can go. Each of them have the third key and trying for the locks. Blake gets it and pulls back the band, causing Beverly’s pendulum to lower. Eddie’s eyes dart up to the swinging blade and then back to the locks. Outside, Eddie is watching through a shatter proof window, obviously there for when this factory was active and the bosses were of the floor watching production. He sees the pendulums lowering, and decides he can’t just sit around doing nothing. He takes Eddie’s gun and aims it at the window, and fires. The window is bulletproof, so he aims the gun at the lock on the door and shoots it. There’s a hole in the door and the lock, but it’s too strong to give to a bullet. Paul throws the gun down and rummages through the room, finding a crowbar. He swings continuously at the window while Eddie and Blake have moved to their fourth lock. This time, Eddie unlocks his first, causing the pendulum to drop just above Blake’s head. It’s so close; he can feel the passing wind off of the blade. The sudden rush of wind startles Blake and he drops his key. Eddie has his final key and is going for the mask lock. Blake sees this, and knows when that mask opens, the love of his life will be killed right in front of him.

“NO!!”

Blake grabs one of the locks he released earlier and hurls it with all his strength, catching Eddie right on the side of the head. Blake, with his injured shoulder, rushes at Eddie and spears him before he can recover from the shot to the head. Both men roll along the floor, trying to gain the upper hand. Due to Eddie’s military background, and Blake’s injury, Eddie gets the upper hand and hovers over Blake.

“What the fuck are you doing!?”

Blake struggles with Eddie as he answers the frantic question.

“I lost her once, I won’t lose her again!”

He punches Eddie in the face, sending him off of Blake. Outside the room, Paul is trying to use the crowbar to pry the door open. Through the window, he sees the two men brawling, and then both pendulums lower again.

“No, no no no, please no you fucking idiots!”

He tries even harder at prying the door open. Inside the room, Blake is trying to pull himself up, but the weakness in his shoulder stops him. Eddie sees this, charges, and kicks Blake right in the face, sending him down to the ground. He frantically looks for the key that was dropped when he was tackled; giving Blake the time he needs to recover from the kick. Eddie finds the key and goes for the last lock. Blake sees this, forces himself up through the pain, and rushes Eddie in the back, sandwiching him between himself and the table. The key flies out of Eddie’s hand and to the floor again, causing Eddie to grow even angrier. He throws a heel up into Blake’s groin, pushes him off, and mounts the older man. Eddie rains down fist after fist onto Blake. Eddie’s inner demons are taking over now, making him forget the task at hand, making him unleash that animal that Hawks planted inside him, the one he promised would escape at the worst time. Hawks was right, this is the worst time, and the pendulums lower again. Paul watches on as his best friend pulverizes Blake’s face, but doesn’t save his mother. With all his might, he pries at the door, and it gives. Eddie at this point gets off of Blake and is about to save her, until the pendulum lowers one more time and cuts through both of the flailing women. Paul screams out upon seeing blood and guts from his mother’s abdomen.

“NOOOO!

Eddie had turned to see it all in its gruesome reality just in time, and the very sight along with the realization of his disregard of Paul’s mother, he falls to his knees and stares on as the pendulums stop swinging and come to rest between their upper and lower bodies where they used to connect. Blake, having blacked out from the onslaught of punches, begins to stir. When his blurred vision clears, and he wipes the blood from his eyes, he’s met with the worst horror he’s ever witnessed. His wife, his beloved, cut in two, dead on that slab. All of the men are in shock, heartbroken, and in disbelief. Paul is the first to break the silence when he runs across the room and pushes Eddie down to the floor. He grabs Eddie by the collar and screams in his face.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU SAID YOU WOULD SAVE HER! YOU FUCKING MAGGOT! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU!!”

Paul does to Eddie what Eddie did to Blake; he rains down a continuous barrage of punches onto Eddie’s face. Eddie, still in shock, and knowing he deserves this, lets Paul do what he needs to do. With every punch landed, Paul’s eyes tear up more and more, and the more tears that are shed, the less effect his punches have. Paul collapses, laying his forehead down on Eddie’s chest. Eddie’s eyes begin to water as well as his mouth and nose seep blood. Paul sobs like a heartbroken child into his best friend’s chest while still clutching his collar, and all Eddie can do is bring his arms up and hug Paul’s head. Blake has crawled to his wife’s body, picking up the key off the floor as he stands up. Blake is crying as well, after all that has happened, he felt he would save her. To see her body how it is now, Blake can feel every reason to live leave him. With the key, he unlocks the mask lock, wanting to see his wife’s beautiful face one last time in her eternal rest. Negligent of his own pain, he reaches up towards the mask, covers it with his hands, and pulls the two half apart. Blake looks down, and slowly his crying eyes go wide, and his face goes from one of great painful loss…to shock.

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...Meanwhile...

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Rick, the priest who gave Blake a place to sleep in his church for a couple days, resides on the alter area. Rick helps in keeping church tidy, so he’s often found polishing statues, vacuuming carpets, and other various chores. Currently, Rick is wiping off the alter when he hears the church’s doors open. Rick brings his eyes up and doesn’t see who entered since the back of the church is darkened by the night and very low candlelight. Rick clears his throat and speaks loud enough so his voice carries through the church.

“Welcome to the house of our Lord.”

Rick steps from behind the alter and starts to walk steadily down the aisle towards the person. The figure comes to a halt before what light the church does have can illuminate the figures upper body. Rick continues to approach the person, but begins to grow cautious.

“Excuse me? Do you need help?”

A bellow laugh echoes from the figure, causing Rick to stop in his tracks. He’s confused, and from the look of it, he’s startled as well. The voice that emerges from the darkness once the laughter ceases is that with a low, cold, devilish tone.

"You can't even help yourself, Father. You claim to serve your Lord, but all you serve is hypocrisy. You pray and preach about your congregation not being led into temptation, yet when the sins of the flesh called upon you, you obey like a whipped dog.”

Nervously, Rick clasps his hands at his lower abdomen, being sure to keep his eyes on the person concealed by darkness in front of him.

“I don’t understand?”

The figure can be seen pacing from one side of the aisle to the other, very slowly, chuckling as he does so. Rick stirs a bit, clearly bothered by that chuckle.

"Lying to me is futile, Father. Or, should I call you Rick? I’ve heard a lot about you, Rick. Judging from what I’ve heard, you aren’t worthy of the title Father.”

Rick unclasps his hands and holds one slightly outstretched in front of him, and his index finger pointing towards the entrance to the church.

“I’m sorry, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

The figure continues talking as if he didn’t hear Rick, or is flat out ignoring him, and continuing to pace as the eerily calm voice cuts through the dark silence.

"You and Blake are alike, you both try to run from the truth. I warned him that he’s my puppet, and that I will pull his strings when I see fit. You…you run from the truth every time you take to the alter and preach to the masses. I tell Blake that he and I share some of the same qualities, but now I see you and I sharing them as well. I want to break Blake down and make sure he has nothing to lose. You, you’re helping me destroy him; he just doesn’t know it…yet.”

Rick is increasingly getting more and more uncomfortable, to the point he starts to take slow steps backwards to put more distance between him and the figure.

"You guide your sheep but are the Judas lamb. You tell them to deny the seven deadly sins yet you fell to lust."

Rick can’t believe his ears; this person knows his deep dark secret. Threatening to call the cops wouldn’t remedy this situation, and Rick doesn’t know what else to do but try to negotiate.

“Look, what do you want? Tell me, and I’ll get it for you.”

The figure begins to laugh out loud, bellowing through the church, making it bounce off every wall, filling Rick’s ears with it and his heart with fear. The figure has stopped and is now facing Rick, though the figure’s upper body is still hidden in the shadows.

“…What I want...”

There is some movement in the darkness, and a female’s voice can be heard whimpering. Suddenly, a second person is shoved into the light, pushed to the marble flooring. It’s a woman, and she’s shivering, afraid to move much less breathe. Rick looks down at the woman, who lifts her head and causes their eyes to meet. Rick’s jaw drops; it’s Debra.

“…I already have...”

The figure steps into the light, standing right behind Debra. It’s Lucifer Hawks, and upon seeing him, Rick’s face goes pale. Rick watches the news and reads the newspapers; he knows full well who Hawks is and what he’s done. Hawks observes Rick; he watches the tarnished faith weaken inside him, and the sheer terror envelope him.

“… and I've taken it from both of you.”

Debra begins to sob, mixed feelings of fear for Hawks and guilt for what she has done to Blake begin to overwhelm her. Rick doesn’t know what to do; the fact that this killer in front of him knows a secret that could destroy his life, and that same killer has the woman he loves, he’s frozen and in shock. Hawks’ chuckle rings through the church again; this game is far from over.

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