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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - the healing
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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 early morning; cold and bitter and yet the sun still shone and illuminated the heavy flow of the city beneath it. Nobody in the church could have anticipated what they were going to find behind the door that rang out with seven rapid knocks. The knocks echoed through the quiet hallways and filtered into the room that Sister Maggie had been tucked away in.
After the third knock had rung out and the Sister had laid down her book, a small plastic bookmark peeking out above the pages, she rose to her feet and dusted herself off. Her brows furrowed as the knocks became faster and shouts and pleas joined them.
Without hesitation, she grasped the skirt of her habit to prevent herself from falling and quickly made her way out of the room and towards the doors. She heaved them open and was met with the concerned face of a man who looked to be in his mid-fifties, his eyes showed panic and the sister immediately let her face soften in hopes of calming the man. "Are you alright sir?"
The man shook his head as his eyes glanced between herself and the vibrant yellow taxi that had been haphazardly parked on the curb. "I think- I think Father Lantom should see this."
Sister Maggie felt her brows raise but nodded nonetheless and quickly made her way to Father Lantom's office. After a single knock, the Father called her inside and rose from his chair. He watched closely as the Sister kept herself under the doorway, her eyes flicking in the direction she came. "You seem to have a visitor."
The Father frowned, he had not been expecting anyone, but either way, he wasn't one to keep somebody waiting and immediately followed the Sister to the front entrance.
The older man, Brian, met the Father's eyes and held out a shaky hand, "Father Lantom? Brian Williams."
Father Lantom nodded as he clutched the man's hand and gave a swift shake before Brian opened his mouth once again, his words a small jumble as he hurried to explain. "I found- well-" He sighed and dragged his hand down his face. "I think it's best I show you."
The Father and Sister Maggie followed after the man as he led them to his taxi. The Father's face took a breath as his eyes noticed the small smudge of blood near the back doors handle. His eyes slowly moved upwards and to the window and he couldn't help but want to recoil at the sight of the two battered bodies.
Brian heaved a breath as he clutched the door handle and pulled. His hands were visibly shaking as he turned his head from the two bloodied bodies. "He said to bring them here, do you know them?"
