Thunder roared loudly over the small city. The rain drummed on the rooftops and the lightning gave brief glimpses of what resided in the shadowed corners. People scattered about with damp newspapers held above their heads. No one was out except the few who were caught in the rain of course. It was sad weather in a sad part of town. Pools of water sat around the sidewalks, reflecting the dim streetlights. A Church building stood there but it was boarded up years ago do to lack of funds.
With each flash of lightning those inside the building could see the light through the stained glass windows. The glass windows didn't hold the usual pictures you would see in a church, instead they held bizarre pictures of things that didn't exist or were long gone. Most of them were shattered their pieces forever separated.
One person was in the old structure and was sitting in the center of the chapel. Lightning flashed once again showing a small silhouette of a girl looking up into the damp colored glass. She was dripping wet from the rain but didn't seem to notice her own discomfort for her eyes stayed on one window in particular. It was a picture of a woman pulling children from a garden and a man standing not far off with a cutting tool of some kind. The children were crying and seemed to be part of the plant that they were being plucked from and the woman looked at them as if afraid for them. Her eyes lingered on that picture till she glanced at another window.
The windows didn't have much in common with each other. One had angels in them, but not like the ideal angels these were people who instead of having real wings had mechanical ones and one window had a pool full of young ladies wearing dark dresses and holding white flowers as they floated down the pool.
The girl's eyes searched the windows for some idea that could connect them. Other than being odd and made of glass nothing connected them in her eyes.
Sighing she leaned against a pew(sp) and wrung the water from her sopping wet hair. To her she wasn't convinced the place was even a church. It would have passed for an odd library. She thought this because each window told a story. Maybe this place was a library, but was made into a church. Her eyes fell on what laid past the rug she was sitting on. It was peices of broken rock. The floor was made of stone and so were the walls. How old was this place?
Slowly she raised herself up to her feet and began to walk around. Her pupils were getting a workout trying to see through the inky blackness. Suddenly she let out a yell when her foot caught on the rug. She began to fall face first to the floor, but stretched out her arms and grabbed a curtain to slowing her fall. The fabric ripped and fell to the stone ground with her. With a long agrivated sigh the girl got up to see what damage she had done but couldn't see in the dark. Her hands went out in front of her as she began feeling about for what laid behind the curtain. It was cold like stone but it wasn't part of the wall it was like a statue of somekind. She expected it to be a memorial of the buildings founder but didn't feel any wrinkles onwhat she thought was the face. Her figures trailed over sharp edges and smooth surfaces. What is a beast like a lion? Or a staue of some old important historical figure. What could this be? The girl continued to feel around wishing there was a light to show her the mysterious statue.
Then Thunder roared through the building and lightning flashed sending a burst of light into the chapel. Her eyes widened as she stumbled back seeing a face with eyes wide open looking at her with skock. Then she backed up only to have her foot slide with the rug and fall back hitting her head on the stone floor. She winced closing her eyes then lay still unconscious from the blow. There she blacked out only to be awoken by a soft feather voice.
"Are you alright?"
 DerBunn · Fri Jun 22, 2007 @ 10:23pm · 2 Comments |
