Faith: The Unholy Trinity Oneshots

𝘾𝙍𝙐𝙀𝙇

[WARNINGS: PANIC]
[1492 WORDS]
[JOHN WARD & FATHER GARCIA]
[HURT/COMFORT]
[NOTE: "ROGELIO" IS USED AS FATHER GARCIA'S FIRST NAME, AS WE DON'T KNOW IT IN THE GAMES & AIRDORF HASN'T REVEALED IT]
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It had been six months since Gary and his cult tried to summon the UNSPEAKABLE. John and Rogelio were healing. The guilt on their shoulders had slowly been lifted, making it easier for them to hold their heads high and feel happy. John's nightmares were few and far between, his nights now filled with nothing but darkness after closing his eyes. Rogelio was happy for him. Even though his guilt was still there, and he still had horrendous nightmares, he was glad that his friend could get past that part of him. He knew he'd been suffering from nightly terrors for almost two full years.

They could enjoy what others enjoyed, without the underlying paranoia of a blood-thirsty cult being after them. They could go out with friends, go to church, and spend time together in the older man's cozy home. Of course, every healing journey isn't without their dips and regressions.

On one spring morning, John woke up. He rolled over to look at his alarm clock, seeing that it was six in the morning. He could barely hear the television downstairs -- some news network spouting out the weather and the like. He got out of bed and went downstairs. He saw Rogelio enjoying some coffee before the television. John walked up to the couch, leaning down and resting his arms on the back of the couch. The older man didn't look back as he greeted his friend.

"Buenos días, hijo." He said.

"Morning, Rogelio." The younger man responded, smiling.

"There's still coffee in the pot, if you want any." Rogelio said.

"Yeah. Thank you." John responded.

He left the old man alone, walking into the kitchen. He quickly grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured coffee into it. He took a sip, and sighed gratefully. He leaned against the counter and drank his coffee to wake himself up a bit more.

There was a knock on the door, then multiple pairs of feet scampering away. Both men were startled, but John recovered first.

"I'll get it!" He called.

He went to the front door and peeked out the peephole. No one. He quickly unlocked and opened the door, looking around. He still couldn't see anyone. John looked down, and saw what appeared to be a newspaper before the door. He hummed curiously, picking it up.

"Seems like a paperboy came down." He said aloud.

"That's odd. I never get newspaper. It always made be depressed." Rogelio admitted.

John chuckled. He pushed the door closed with his back, then walked over to the living room. As he began reading the front page, he stopped. The article, in bold letters, said THREE TEENS FOUND DEAD IN ALLEYWAY. The title was underlined with red ink, the rest of the article being boxed in with the same red ink. Despite his gut instinct, he kept reading.

IN THE PAST MONTH, STERLING POLICE HAVE BEEN FOCUSED ON THE DISAPPEARANCES OF ANDREW PTERRY, FINOLA OBSCUR, AND HANNA SMITH. THE THEEE TEENS HAD BEEN MISSING FOR THREE WEEKS BEFORE POLICE MANAGED TO FIND A LEAD, WHICH LED THEM TO  AN ALLEYWAY WHERE THEIR BODIES WERE FOUND.

THE THREE TEENS HAD BEEN DECAPITATED, THEIR HEADS LAYING IN A TRASH CAN ONLY A FEW FEET AWAY FROM THE GRUESOME SCENE. UNIDENTIFIED SYMBOLS WERE CARVED INTO THEIR BODIES, AND MANY WHIP-LIKE LACERATIONS WERE FOUND ON THEIR SHOULDERS AND BACKS.