Outlast the Night

The Father, The Son, and The Holy Ghost

Once Star had ended her session with Chris, the guards moved him back into his cell  block. The patient was calmer much more relaxed as he was moved back into his patted four by four room. Once the guards unlocked his room they re-began their conversation when they first met her. 

"I don't know man. I mean who would voluntarily come to this shit hole if it wasn't for the money." Guard number one unlocked the chains around Chris while the other guard stood outside the cell. 

The other guard shrugged his shoulders," I dunno know man but it man wouldn't feel amazing to have a woman again." He laughed imaging having the time of his life with the young doctor. The guard removed his chains and walked out cracking his own jokes. 

"Oh man feel that p**** one time! Oh I would kill any of these lunatics for that!" 

They laughed and walked out leaving their conversation for all of the inmates to here. Those inmates happen to be the ever lovely Father Martin Achimbaud and his followers. His two most loyal followers sitting by his side: The Twins. No one knows their real names and no one seems to care. Most patients were too scared by The Twins or too blinded by their faith with the Father. 

The group sat in a circle watching the holy man preform his sermon to the other sick men. He stood in his black jumpsuit to which he fashioned into a priest robe. His bald head shinning in the yellow and white lights. The security guards and doctors watching him preach. They all saw how he grouped the remaining Variants into his cult. Although no one truly believed he was any harm to himself or anyone else. Just another nut in the peanut gallery.  

Some stood alone or in pairs outside the group including two tall muscular men with their arms crossed over their chests.    

The Twins stood behind the congregation; one listening to the priest and the other listening to the guards. 

"Brother there is a woman in with us." 

"Oh. Is that so?" 

"Indeed. Young, brunette, and from Chris Walker, kind." 

"Gentle, loving like a mother." 

"Indeed like a Mother." 

The Twins looked over at the Father as he spoke his gospel to the group. His visions for the Walrider had grown over the last three days with a motherly figure similar to Mary. She came to him with her arms open wide under a cross. She was dressed in all white with a thin veil over her face. She told him she was here to help bring a savior to us. A savior created with the Walrider. That image sat in his cell room melting from the white lights. The so-called painted liquid molting into a white silhouette with a larger more darker creature pouring down onto her shoulders. A small yellow T-shape object gripped tightly in her hands. 

We have our Joseph and Mary. Soon Jesus will come. 

"We should tell Father. He should know." 

"Soon we should not interrupt his sermon so soon." 

"Yes that would be impolite of us to interrupt." 

"Yes it would."

They stood in their place watching their Father speak so sweetly. A new beginning for everyone here.