When the blessed became the cursed

Chapter 1 - The Fire

The darkness seemed unbearing. Then Castiel awoke in a hospital. Why was he in a hospital? Why wasn't he in the church? More importantly, where was Sister Alexandria? He tried to move his arm, slowly lifting it, but couldn't. "S-Sister... A-A-Alexandria...?" He mumbled out. His eyes focused on the bright white room he was in. He looked down at his arms. Long rolls of gauze bandages wrapped his arms. He closed his eyes, still feeling semi dazed. He then opened them as the sound of a door opening caught his attention. "Oh! Good! You're awake!" A nurse came into the room. Castiel groaned. "Where am I...?" He mumbled out. "Riverview Medical Center. You were in a coma after you escaped a fire." The nurse said. "A fire...?" He repeated. Well, that explained why he was in a hospital, but not to where Sister Alexandria was. "Yes, a fire. Now get some rest." The nurse said. He closed his eyes one last time before finally going to sleep.

It seemed like a normal day at the start. Castiel was walking through the fellowship hall, checking to see if everything was in order. That is when an odd-looking man entered the church. 'Hello. How may I be of service?' A sister asked. 'Where is the priest?' The man asked. 'Father Castiel is in the fellowship hall. Just through though doors in front of you.' The sister said. The man turned to her and smiled, his eyes turning black. 'Thank you.' He said before he grabbed her throat and snapped it. The sister's screams alerted the brothers and other sisters to the scene. The man dropped her as the others ran towards him. One by one, they all fell. All except one sister who had been in the bell tower above the fellowship hall. Castiel heard the commotion out in the entrance hall and went to go see what was happening. He opened the door to see this odd-looking man murder his brothers and sisters. He stood there, frozen. Unable to move. Unable to speak. The man turned to him, black eyes glinting evilly, 'Hello Father.' Castiel looked at him nervously. 'H-Hello. How may I help you today...?' He tried to seem calm but a fraction of fear was threaded into his voice. 'I just want to talk...' The rest seemed like a blur. He was thrown over the pews into the podium. His entire body felt as if it was shot with an unholy pain. The man's hand reached back. Then Castiel caught a glimpse of the only other survivor, Sister Alexandria. She brandished a length of rosary beads. Wrapping them around her left wrist and reaching back, she yelled, 'May the power of Christ compels you!' She struck her arm forward and caught the man's cheek. Moving away, the man ran a rough hand over the new red burns that were boiling up. Sister Alexandria picked up Castiel and fled the fellowship hall. They didn't even make it out of the fellowship hall when the church ignited into flames in front of them. Castiel looked back to see the man and two boys. One was taller than the other and looked to be about 13 or 14, around his age. The other looked about 10. He felt Sister Alexandria rush out the doors and down the entrance hall. That was when everything turned black.

Castiel jumped up. Fear filled his weak body. What was that? A memory? A dream? Not a dream, a nightmare. Whatever it was, he didn't like it. He laid back down in the hospital bed. "Sister Alexandria..." Somehow he missed the older girl's touch, even if it scared him. He looked up at the window. The moon shone through the curtains. Somewhere deep inside of him said that it was around 12 o'clock. He watched the moon through the window. He watched how the springtime budding trees tapped against the window. He watched and prayed. Then somehow with he fell asleep.