Resurrection

Partial Demo Version

Resurrection
Sequel to Chrysta Belle
Written by Jehssikah Plummer (Ravenna)
Ideas Inspired by Solomon Plummer

Chapter I
Enigma

      The crunch of tires on gravel sounded in front of the old, desecrate church. Miguel stepped out of the sleek black muscle car, removing thick, black shaded glasses and slid them into the pocket of his ebony suede trench coat. He looked up to the reddish, gray sky above. The wind blew, carrying on it the raspy caw of ravens. Dust rolled throughout the streets. The town looked void of life. The stench of rot and decay filled the air.

      Miguel rolled his tongue along the roof of his mouth, before reaching into his alternate pocket and retrieving a cigarette from a golden, hand-designed box, lined with crimson velvet. He lit it with a glossed black lighter. He inhaled the smoke deeply, letting the smoke flow from his nostrils in billowing dark tendrils.  "Master, why are we here?" a tentative silky voice entreated from the passenger seat of the car. Miguel glanced back at the young man who had been sitting in the seat. "Quiet, Nordan. We are here for a purpose." The young man gave him a pensive look. Miguel ignored this and took another drag from his cigarette. He, then, flicked it nonchalantly to the ground and smashed it under his boot. He looked towards the church. Without a word to his companion, he began to walk towards its cracked steps. Nordan leapt out of the car, letting the passenger door shut with a loud bang. The sound sent ravens flying up from their hiding places.

      Miguel turned slightly on his heel, narrowing his eyes at him. He placed a single slender finger to his lips. Nordan swallowed. He did not have a good feeling about this. His master had a specialty for getting them into danger. Many times, they had scarcely escaped situations with their lives; and yet, he still went dashing upon a whim and without explanation, nor trepidation or regret. It was admirable, but also terrifying. The fact that he refused to divulge their reason for being here only unsettled him more. He disliked churches, even fallen ones. You could always tell the ones that had formerly been blessed. They reeked of the remnants of holiness. The air was often stuffy and uncomfortably hot. There was something else about this church, however, Nordan couldn't tell what. It possessed a sort of presence. And, that presence was far from holy. Could it be the reason his master was here?

      He followed behind him as he walked up the steps. Miguel traipsed casually up the old stairs and pushed the large old wooden doors open. They creaked loudly, spraying clouds of dust and debris. Miguel scrunched his nose and brushed the debris from his clothing. He stepped over the bits of splintered wood on the floor and walked down the long church aisle. The stained glass made silhouettes of angels and clouds on the faded, blood-stained, red carpet. The empty pews were lined with films of dust. Miguel walked quietly through the pews and stood at the priest's podium. He ran his painted fingertips along the edge, allowing them to dance lightly across the yellowed pages of the opened bible. He turned and gazed solemnly at the statue of Jesus that hung from the ivory crucifix. He looked into his stony eyes. Nordan came up behind him. He prepared to reach out to touch Miguel's shoulder. "Master, wha..", he began, but his hand met air and his voice fell on deaf ears. Miguel had already moved to a door off  in the shadows, behind the statue of the Virgin Mary. His hand was already on the doorknob.

      Nordan's eyes widened. "Master! Wait!" He cried out. His voice echoed off the walls. Miguel's hand retracted. He turned and looked at him, annoyance clearly written on his face. "Why must you always be so cowardly, Nordan?" he asked boredly. You are distracting me with your nonsense. If you are so fearful, then escort yourself back to the car. No one asked you to follow." Nordan sucked in his breath sharply. His cheeks reddened. "Master! That is not the case! I merely sense something coming from here! It feels different. I...I don't know what to think of it. I just don't want you to go running into trouble like you always do." A slow smile crept across Miguel's face. His long blonde hair slid over his shoulder as he began to laugh. His laugh bounced off of the walls and accosted Nordan's ears. He glared at Miguel. "Master, I do not see what is so funny", he said between gritted teeth. Miguel stopped laughing at the tone. Annoyance returned to his face. "Oh, now. Don't get so offended. Ridiculous. You worry like a pining woman. You get offended like one too." With that, he reached for the doorknob, once more and twisted it. Nordan lingered behind for a few moments, with angry red cheeks. Sometimes, he despised Miguel. He hated his arrogance and lack of respect. But, then again, he was owed no respect. He was merely a pet. He sighed and followed after him.