Post by The Circle Television Network on Sept 12, 2016 17:07:04 GMT -5
Madison District Police Station
Empire City
Chapter VI: The Clock is Ticking…
Brandon Knight stood outside the police station and checked his watch as he looked around. It was only then that he realized how foolish it had been of him to think that Anka would actually show up to give a statement about the burning of his church. She had disappeared when his sister had come to see if he was alright. Anka had said she had no interest in God’s plan for him, apparently that also included his legal obligations.
Brandon turned and walked into the police station, not wanting to be late for his appointment with Detective Jordan. As he walked through the doors, the all too familiar chatter and unnerving closeness of the place threatened to overwhelm him. He had not thought about the things that went on here in many years…and now that he was back…he wished that he had never come. This place was filled with memories, and most of them were bad.
As he walked pass the Desk Sergeant, the aging officer seemed to brighten. “Knight? Jeez!! I heard that you had almost bought the farm the other day, nearly got burned up in that club house of yours!!”
Brandon stopped and folded his arms. “It’s not a club house Bradski… it’s a church.”
Bradski chuckled. “It’s a pile of fire wood now so I hear.” When Brandon didn’t seem amused he quickly changed the subject. “So…you here to see Jordan?”
Brandon nodded. “I have an appointment with her about the fire.”
“Yeah, which one? The one around the corner or the one in your pants!?” Again, Brandon wasn’t humored. Bradski sighed as he nodded to the back. “You know the way to her office…” Brandon walked by and the officer shook his head. “Jeez…no sense of humor! No wonder they let him go!”
As Brandon walked through the halls, a part of him began to feel more and more at ease. It had been a long time since he wore a badge and carried a gun, and he had never relished that, but a part of him was still here, and he still missed that part of himself.
“Brandon?” Stacey stood up from behind her desk and greeted him with a friendly, yet well practiced smile. It was the kind of smile that police officers reserved for people that they wanted more information out of, when being on friendly terms might just help. Brandon knew that look well…he had taught it to her, and now, she was using it on him. The only question was, why and what was she fishing for. Her eyes moved to the chair beside him as she offered him a seat. “Can I get you something before we get started?”
Brandon sat down and shook his head. “No…I’m fine.”
Stacey sat down and stared at him coolly. “So, where’s your girlfriend?”
The question seemed to take him by surprise…so much so that for a moment he was unsure of exactly whom she was speaking of. “Girlfrien…? Oh! No…she’s not my girlfriend…she’s…” He paused as he looked at her, wondering what story he’d tell to her. “…she’s…”
Stacey arched her brow as she stared at him, prodding him for an answer with her eyes. “She’s…what?”
“She’s just a friend…” He finally managed, but that seemed too intimate. “…more like a student really…”
Stacey folded her hands on the desk in front of her. “A friendly student? One that calls you ‘honey’ and gives you kisses?” Her eyes never left him. “Wow! You’re really selfless, giving late night lessons at your house like that.” She cocked her head to the side. “What exactly were you teaching her?”
Brandon shook his head. He knew that he had made a terrible mistake in trying to explain Anka to her, but the truth would have been greeted with even more skepticism. “Look Stacey, I know what it looked like the other night, but I want you to know, there was nothing going on there.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Why would I care if you had some woman up in your apartment? I mean, it’s not like the two of us are still dating! That was a hundred years ago as far as I’m concerned. I’m just trying to nail down where you were that night. You know the drill.”
Brandon did know the drill, but this wasn’t professional, this was personal and he knew it. “Stacey…I want you to understand something here…whatever it is that you are thinking about me right now, it’s not true! That woman is…"
“Here…” she said.
Brandon stared at Stacey. “What?”
Stacey stood up and smiled. “That woman…your girlfriend…” She gestured behind him. “…she’s here.”
Brandon turned and then stood up himself, nearly knocking the chair over. Big as life, Anka was walking through the door, her features just as striking in the daytime as they had been last night, only her wings were now missing…hidden…or whatever she did with them. The night prior, she had seemed as big and as powerful as anyone could imagine. She had seemed to radiate power and conviction. Now, she seemed tiny… almost frail…though she was just as beautiful.
Stacey walked over and stood beside Brandon, speaking to him out of the side of her mouth. “Wipe your chin Father…you’re drooling…” Brandon’s hand went to his mouth before he realized that she was merely making a joke. All the same, he wiped anyway, just to be sure. Stacey stuck out her hand. “You’re right on time Anna…”
Brandon corrected her. “It’s Anka…”
She waved him off as she took Stacey’s hand. “It’s alright Father.” She gave the hand a firm shake as she looked up at the taller woman. “Detective Jordan.”
Stacey stepped aside and offered her the seat next to Brandon as she sat on the edge of the desk, doing her best to give an air of everyday likeability. Brandon had taught her that as well. She was running through the Knight Police Handbook…even though he hadn’t written any new chapters for many years. Stacey grinned at Anka. “So, tell me, how long have you two been dating?”
Brandon’s heart skipped a beat at this question. He started to jump right in, but Anka was the quicker of the two. “We’re not dating…” she paused “…the kiss from before? That was bad of me, I know…” she turned to Brandon. “…but he’s a handsome man, wouldn’t you agree?”
Stacey seemed slightly uncomfortable. She cleared her throat. “I hadn’t really paid much attention.” Her eyes met Brandon’s as he searched her face for any hint of what she really thought, but she regained her composure quickly. “Brandon tells me that you are a student of his. You been a follower of the One God Church for long?”
Anka gave a shrug. “I really wouldn’t call myself a follower. More curious than anything else.” She looked at Brandon and smiled. “I’m sort of between faiths at the moment.”
Stacey nodded. “Yeah…? Well, you could do worse than listen to Brandon here I guess. I mean, with all of the ‘Hero Worship’ going on around here, you really have to take your time and shop around. Try to get the most out of your promised afterlife…” She looked directly at Brandon. “…isn’t that right Father?”
Brandon could see that she was playing games with him…perhaps both of them were. He sighed. “God leaves it to each of us to choose our own way…be it right or wrong.”
Anka’s mood darkened visibly as she seemed to bristle at that remark. “Only when it suits Him Father…only when it suits Him.”
Brandon stared at her and she looked right back, her big dark eyes boring into him. Stacey could feel the tension, but this was not going in the direction that she wanted. She moved back to her chair. It was time to try on a bit of professionalism. She chose her words carefully. “Father…Anka, I was hoping that you two could give me a statement that I could add to my report about the arson at Madison Chapel.”
Brandon shook his head. “I don’t really know how much we could add really. We were at my apartment…”
Stacey could feel a small tickle of excitement running through her as it always did when she had seized upon something that others had failed to catch. He had tripped up…and she was eager to call him on it. “Brandon, why weren’t you surprised when I mentioned that the fire was caused by arson?” She glared at him. “You didn’t know that already did you Father?”
Brandon knew what had caused the fire and he realized too late that he had messed up by not at least looking surprised. All of his training had seemed to go out the window in the presence of these two women, but he only needed to convince one of them. He nodded and as he did he could see the look of surprise on Stacey’s face. “Yeah…I knew…or rather suspected. I mean…I’m not stupid enough to think that after six months whoever was out there burning down One God Churches had gotten their fill. I had hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t happen again…but, no one can hope to know God’s will.”
Stacey nodded as she did her best to not look disappointed. He had managed a plausible excuse for his lack of surprise, but she wasn’t convinced. She laid out another trap with all the skill of a trained law enforcement agent. “Well…thank God for insurance at least.”
Brandon smiled. “I didn’t have any insurance on the chapel…besides, I don’t think God has ever been in the insurance business.”
Stacey wanted to laugh, but she was angry at herself for believing that it would be this easy with him. “I’m sorry to hear that. Hopefully you’ll find a way to get the place back up and running again.” She pulled out a pad and paper and scribbled down a few notes as she mentioned almost offhandedly. “How long was it that you said you and Anka were together the night of the fire?”
“The whole day…I…” Before he could even finish, he knew that he had stumbled again.
“The entire day?” She quickly questioned.
Brandon froze. Lying wasn’t something he did with any since of satisfaction for a good reason, he was horrible at it…and Stacey knew than better than anyone else. He was caught before he could even get it out. The fact of the matter was that it wasn’t always good to have an airtight alibi. It had been his own personal experience that the only people who had them were weirdoes and people who had carefully arranged to have them…those that were really guilty. “Well…I…”
Anka interjected. “We were together for most of the day Detective.” She looked at Brandon and then back to Stacey. “The Father wants to protect my privacy I’m sure…but if you really must know what he counseled me on, I’m more than happy to tell you about my past struggles with...”
Stacey raised her hand to stop her, then stared at Anka as she searched her face for evidence of deception, but there was none there, even though for some reason this woman rubbed her the wrong way. Let alone the fact that Stacey had already run the name that she had given her after they first met through the central database and found absolutely nothing. That was irregular…and it warranted further investigation, but even Stacey had to admit she had done it with the worst of intentions all along. She hadn’t wanted to know more about Anka because of the fire…she was more interested in who was spending time with Brandon these days. She waved it off. “No…I don’t think that will be necessary.” She plucked a card from her desk and handed it to her. “Hang on to that and give me a call if you remember anything else…but I’d like to know where I can reach you if I need to.”
Anka replied quickly. “I’ll be staying with The Father for a few more days…at least until I get a place of my own.”
Stacey seemed struck by this, but her reasons were more selfish than she cared to admit. She managed a curt smile. “That will do I guess…”
Brandon sat forward. “Stacey…the body in the church… I think it might be Jacob’s…”
Stacey sat back as she looked visibly stunned. “Jacob Phills?”
Brandon nodded. “I haven’t seen him since the fire…no one has…”
Stacey nodded slowly as she stood up. “I’ll look into it…” She looked at Brandon evenly. “…and I’ll find out who was responsible for this…I promise you that!”
Brandon nodded. “I have no doubt about that Stacey…none at all.” He stood up. “Are we done?”
Stacey nodded. “For now…I’ll be in touch.” As Anka stood up, she shook her hand a second time. “It was nice meeting you, sorry about the circumstances.” She looked at Brandon. “By the way…”
Brandon shook his head as he raised his hand. “Don’t leave town…I’ve got it…”
She nodded. “As soon as I know something… you’ll know.”
Brandon and Anka both walked out of the office and down the hall to get out of earshot before he finally stopped and turned to her. “Thank you for showing up here today. I don’t think I could have gotten through that without you…”
Anka ignored him as she crossed her arms in front of her. “You know that if she gets too close…she’s going to end up dead. The two creatures that did that, won’t deal lightly with her or anyone else interfering! They weren’t only after the church…they were after you too!”
Brandon frowned as he turned and looked back the way they had come. “What do you suggest I do?! I can’t tell the truth…she’ll think I’m insane! I…” He turned back and found that he was all alone. “Maybe I am crazy. Angels appearing and disappearing…people trying to kill me…what’s next?!!”
The Bowels
Underneath Empire City
Reaver stood beside her sleeping companion, Vixxxen as she lay in bed asleep. The food she had brought her was half-eaten and growing stale on the nightstand. The sight of her laying there with bandages all over her usually pristine body made her shake with anger. The…the…THING that had done this to her burned in the fire, but she had desperately wanted to do the deed herself. Tear her to shreds…watch her bleed out and die on the floor.
She bent down and kissed Vixxxen gently on her forehead, then took the plate from her bedside and walked into the kitchen. The one bright side to this whole thing would be the paycheck they had earned for roasting the priest. It was little consolation…but at least it was something.
As she stood there, the tell-tell beep of the video teleprompter caught her attention. She walked over and keyed the switch that connected the call from their shadowy benefactor. As the image appeared on the screen, she folded her arms and arched her brow with a sneer. “I certainly hope that our lil’ job was worth it mate, because Vix is laid up in th’ bleedin’ bed wit cuts and bru…”
The figure on the monitor roared at her, the electronically masked voice stunning her into silence. “I DON’T CARE IF THAT BITCH IS DYING!!! You botched the job! The priest is still alive…”
She was shocked by the revelation and she muttered to herself. “…alive…?”
“YES HE’S ALIVE!!” Even though the figure was cloaked in darkness, the anger was all too apparent. “It looks like I’m going to have to contract someone else to do the job right!” Reaver chuckled to herself, then finally she threw back her head and laughed. “What’s so funny?”
Reaver looked at the monitor with a vicious grin. “If th’ priest survived that soddin’ inferno…he wasn’t th’ only one. That means that his lil’ guardian angel did as well I’d bet…”
“Guardian angel?” the figure asked, “What in the hell are you talking about?”
Reaver continued to smile. “It seems that your priest has himself a winged protector…” She looked up and mimicked the flapping of wings. “…hovering about…like some sort of bird of prey…” She swooned for a moment, then collapsed on the couch. “But birds are no match for cats…especially angry ones!”
The figure was silent for a moment as they watched the woman’s antics. Finally they had had enough. “You’re insane! The job is the priest!! I don’t care who he’s with…I want him dead! Are you going to do the job or do I need to look elsewhere?”
She balled up her fists and her tendons popped loudly. “If th’ priest is wit’ that winged bitch…I’ll be happy to kill em both…for free…”
“You have forty-eight hours to put Brandon Knight in the obituary pages…if you don’t…you and that bitch you call a partner will be there instead!! Don’t disappoint me again…” the figure roared.
The teleconference ended, but Reaver didn’t notice. She had one thing on her mind and one thing only…killing the bitch that had hurt her companion…the priest was just the means to an end. She’d use him to track her…and once she appeared, she’d pay the price. She’d gut that whore…whether she was an angel was irrelevant. Once she tore off that bitch’s wings and ripped out her throat…the priest would be next…and he’d suffer…oh how he’d suffer…
EPISODE CREDITS
CAST (In order of appearance)
Father Brandon Knight … Trace VanReardon
Officer Bradski … Todd Berryman
Detective Stacey Jordan … Nina Stokes
Reaver … Melissa Reeves
Vixxxen … Katie Anderson
Directed by … DubbleFC
Screenplay by … Ron B.
Produced by … CTN Television Studios
Casting by … Maleek Raheem
Music by … Pedos Candy
Empire City
Chapter VI: The Clock is Ticking…
Brandon Knight stood outside the police station and checked his watch as he looked around. It was only then that he realized how foolish it had been of him to think that Anka would actually show up to give a statement about the burning of his church. She had disappeared when his sister had come to see if he was alright. Anka had said she had no interest in God’s plan for him, apparently that also included his legal obligations.
Brandon turned and walked into the police station, not wanting to be late for his appointment with Detective Jordan. As he walked through the doors, the all too familiar chatter and unnerving closeness of the place threatened to overwhelm him. He had not thought about the things that went on here in many years…and now that he was back…he wished that he had never come. This place was filled with memories, and most of them were bad.
As he walked pass the Desk Sergeant, the aging officer seemed to brighten. “Knight? Jeez!! I heard that you had almost bought the farm the other day, nearly got burned up in that club house of yours!!”
Brandon stopped and folded his arms. “It’s not a club house Bradski… it’s a church.”
Bradski chuckled. “It’s a pile of fire wood now so I hear.” When Brandon didn’t seem amused he quickly changed the subject. “So…you here to see Jordan?”
Brandon nodded. “I have an appointment with her about the fire.”
“Yeah, which one? The one around the corner or the one in your pants!?” Again, Brandon wasn’t humored. Bradski sighed as he nodded to the back. “You know the way to her office…” Brandon walked by and the officer shook his head. “Jeez…no sense of humor! No wonder they let him go!”
As Brandon walked through the halls, a part of him began to feel more and more at ease. It had been a long time since he wore a badge and carried a gun, and he had never relished that, but a part of him was still here, and he still missed that part of himself.
“Brandon?” Stacey stood up from behind her desk and greeted him with a friendly, yet well practiced smile. It was the kind of smile that police officers reserved for people that they wanted more information out of, when being on friendly terms might just help. Brandon knew that look well…he had taught it to her, and now, she was using it on him. The only question was, why and what was she fishing for. Her eyes moved to the chair beside him as she offered him a seat. “Can I get you something before we get started?”
Brandon sat down and shook his head. “No…I’m fine.”
Stacey sat down and stared at him coolly. “So, where’s your girlfriend?”
The question seemed to take him by surprise…so much so that for a moment he was unsure of exactly whom she was speaking of. “Girlfrien…? Oh! No…she’s not my girlfriend…she’s…” He paused as he looked at her, wondering what story he’d tell to her. “…she’s…”
Stacey arched her brow as she stared at him, prodding him for an answer with her eyes. “She’s…what?”
“She’s just a friend…” He finally managed, but that seemed too intimate. “…more like a student really…”
Stacey folded her hands on the desk in front of her. “A friendly student? One that calls you ‘honey’ and gives you kisses?” Her eyes never left him. “Wow! You’re really selfless, giving late night lessons at your house like that.” She cocked her head to the side. “What exactly were you teaching her?”
Brandon shook his head. He knew that he had made a terrible mistake in trying to explain Anka to her, but the truth would have been greeted with even more skepticism. “Look Stacey, I know what it looked like the other night, but I want you to know, there was nothing going on there.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Why would I care if you had some woman up in your apartment? I mean, it’s not like the two of us are still dating! That was a hundred years ago as far as I’m concerned. I’m just trying to nail down where you were that night. You know the drill.”
Brandon did know the drill, but this wasn’t professional, this was personal and he knew it. “Stacey…I want you to understand something here…whatever it is that you are thinking about me right now, it’s not true! That woman is…"
“Here…” she said.
Brandon stared at Stacey. “What?”
Stacey stood up and smiled. “That woman…your girlfriend…” She gestured behind him. “…she’s here.”
Brandon turned and then stood up himself, nearly knocking the chair over. Big as life, Anka was walking through the door, her features just as striking in the daytime as they had been last night, only her wings were now missing…hidden…or whatever she did with them. The night prior, she had seemed as big and as powerful as anyone could imagine. She had seemed to radiate power and conviction. Now, she seemed tiny… almost frail…though she was just as beautiful.
Stacey walked over and stood beside Brandon, speaking to him out of the side of her mouth. “Wipe your chin Father…you’re drooling…” Brandon’s hand went to his mouth before he realized that she was merely making a joke. All the same, he wiped anyway, just to be sure. Stacey stuck out her hand. “You’re right on time Anna…”
Brandon corrected her. “It’s Anka…”
She waved him off as she took Stacey’s hand. “It’s alright Father.” She gave the hand a firm shake as she looked up at the taller woman. “Detective Jordan.”
Stacey stepped aside and offered her the seat next to Brandon as she sat on the edge of the desk, doing her best to give an air of everyday likeability. Brandon had taught her that as well. She was running through the Knight Police Handbook…even though he hadn’t written any new chapters for many years. Stacey grinned at Anka. “So, tell me, how long have you two been dating?”
Brandon’s heart skipped a beat at this question. He started to jump right in, but Anka was the quicker of the two. “We’re not dating…” she paused “…the kiss from before? That was bad of me, I know…” she turned to Brandon. “…but he’s a handsome man, wouldn’t you agree?”
Stacey seemed slightly uncomfortable. She cleared her throat. “I hadn’t really paid much attention.” Her eyes met Brandon’s as he searched her face for any hint of what she really thought, but she regained her composure quickly. “Brandon tells me that you are a student of his. You been a follower of the One God Church for long?”
Anka gave a shrug. “I really wouldn’t call myself a follower. More curious than anything else.” She looked at Brandon and smiled. “I’m sort of between faiths at the moment.”
Stacey nodded. “Yeah…? Well, you could do worse than listen to Brandon here I guess. I mean, with all of the ‘Hero Worship’ going on around here, you really have to take your time and shop around. Try to get the most out of your promised afterlife…” She looked directly at Brandon. “…isn’t that right Father?”
Brandon could see that she was playing games with him…perhaps both of them were. He sighed. “God leaves it to each of us to choose our own way…be it right or wrong.”
Anka’s mood darkened visibly as she seemed to bristle at that remark. “Only when it suits Him Father…only when it suits Him.”
Brandon stared at her and she looked right back, her big dark eyes boring into him. Stacey could feel the tension, but this was not going in the direction that she wanted. She moved back to her chair. It was time to try on a bit of professionalism. She chose her words carefully. “Father…Anka, I was hoping that you two could give me a statement that I could add to my report about the arson at Madison Chapel.”
Brandon shook his head. “I don’t really know how much we could add really. We were at my apartment…”
Stacey could feel a small tickle of excitement running through her as it always did when she had seized upon something that others had failed to catch. He had tripped up…and she was eager to call him on it. “Brandon, why weren’t you surprised when I mentioned that the fire was caused by arson?” She glared at him. “You didn’t know that already did you Father?”
Brandon knew what had caused the fire and he realized too late that he had messed up by not at least looking surprised. All of his training had seemed to go out the window in the presence of these two women, but he only needed to convince one of them. He nodded and as he did he could see the look of surprise on Stacey’s face. “Yeah…I knew…or rather suspected. I mean…I’m not stupid enough to think that after six months whoever was out there burning down One God Churches had gotten their fill. I had hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t happen again…but, no one can hope to know God’s will.”
Stacey nodded as she did her best to not look disappointed. He had managed a plausible excuse for his lack of surprise, but she wasn’t convinced. She laid out another trap with all the skill of a trained law enforcement agent. “Well…thank God for insurance at least.”
Brandon smiled. “I didn’t have any insurance on the chapel…besides, I don’t think God has ever been in the insurance business.”
Stacey wanted to laugh, but she was angry at herself for believing that it would be this easy with him. “I’m sorry to hear that. Hopefully you’ll find a way to get the place back up and running again.” She pulled out a pad and paper and scribbled down a few notes as she mentioned almost offhandedly. “How long was it that you said you and Anka were together the night of the fire?”
“The whole day…I…” Before he could even finish, he knew that he had stumbled again.
“The entire day?” She quickly questioned.
Brandon froze. Lying wasn’t something he did with any since of satisfaction for a good reason, he was horrible at it…and Stacey knew than better than anyone else. He was caught before he could even get it out. The fact of the matter was that it wasn’t always good to have an airtight alibi. It had been his own personal experience that the only people who had them were weirdoes and people who had carefully arranged to have them…those that were really guilty. “Well…I…”
Anka interjected. “We were together for most of the day Detective.” She looked at Brandon and then back to Stacey. “The Father wants to protect my privacy I’m sure…but if you really must know what he counseled me on, I’m more than happy to tell you about my past struggles with...”
Stacey raised her hand to stop her, then stared at Anka as she searched her face for evidence of deception, but there was none there, even though for some reason this woman rubbed her the wrong way. Let alone the fact that Stacey had already run the name that she had given her after they first met through the central database and found absolutely nothing. That was irregular…and it warranted further investigation, but even Stacey had to admit she had done it with the worst of intentions all along. She hadn’t wanted to know more about Anka because of the fire…she was more interested in who was spending time with Brandon these days. She waved it off. “No…I don’t think that will be necessary.” She plucked a card from her desk and handed it to her. “Hang on to that and give me a call if you remember anything else…but I’d like to know where I can reach you if I need to.”
Anka replied quickly. “I’ll be staying with The Father for a few more days…at least until I get a place of my own.”
Stacey seemed struck by this, but her reasons were more selfish than she cared to admit. She managed a curt smile. “That will do I guess…”
Brandon sat forward. “Stacey…the body in the church… I think it might be Jacob’s…”
Stacey sat back as she looked visibly stunned. “Jacob Phills?”
Brandon nodded. “I haven’t seen him since the fire…no one has…”
Stacey nodded slowly as she stood up. “I’ll look into it…” She looked at Brandon evenly. “…and I’ll find out who was responsible for this…I promise you that!”
Brandon nodded. “I have no doubt about that Stacey…none at all.” He stood up. “Are we done?”
Stacey nodded. “For now…I’ll be in touch.” As Anka stood up, she shook her hand a second time. “It was nice meeting you, sorry about the circumstances.” She looked at Brandon. “By the way…”
Brandon shook his head as he raised his hand. “Don’t leave town…I’ve got it…”
She nodded. “As soon as I know something… you’ll know.”
Brandon and Anka both walked out of the office and down the hall to get out of earshot before he finally stopped and turned to her. “Thank you for showing up here today. I don’t think I could have gotten through that without you…”
Anka ignored him as she crossed her arms in front of her. “You know that if she gets too close…she’s going to end up dead. The two creatures that did that, won’t deal lightly with her or anyone else interfering! They weren’t only after the church…they were after you too!”
Brandon frowned as he turned and looked back the way they had come. “What do you suggest I do?! I can’t tell the truth…she’ll think I’m insane! I…” He turned back and found that he was all alone. “Maybe I am crazy. Angels appearing and disappearing…people trying to kill me…what’s next?!!”
The Bowels
Underneath Empire City
Reaver stood beside her sleeping companion, Vixxxen as she lay in bed asleep. The food she had brought her was half-eaten and growing stale on the nightstand. The sight of her laying there with bandages all over her usually pristine body made her shake with anger. The…the…THING that had done this to her burned in the fire, but she had desperately wanted to do the deed herself. Tear her to shreds…watch her bleed out and die on the floor.
She bent down and kissed Vixxxen gently on her forehead, then took the plate from her bedside and walked into the kitchen. The one bright side to this whole thing would be the paycheck they had earned for roasting the priest. It was little consolation…but at least it was something.
As she stood there, the tell-tell beep of the video teleprompter caught her attention. She walked over and keyed the switch that connected the call from their shadowy benefactor. As the image appeared on the screen, she folded her arms and arched her brow with a sneer. “I certainly hope that our lil’ job was worth it mate, because Vix is laid up in th’ bleedin’ bed wit cuts and bru…”
The figure on the monitor roared at her, the electronically masked voice stunning her into silence. “I DON’T CARE IF THAT BITCH IS DYING!!! You botched the job! The priest is still alive…”
She was shocked by the revelation and she muttered to herself. “…alive…?”
“YES HE’S ALIVE!!” Even though the figure was cloaked in darkness, the anger was all too apparent. “It looks like I’m going to have to contract someone else to do the job right!” Reaver chuckled to herself, then finally she threw back her head and laughed. “What’s so funny?”
Reaver looked at the monitor with a vicious grin. “If th’ priest survived that soddin’ inferno…he wasn’t th’ only one. That means that his lil’ guardian angel did as well I’d bet…”
“Guardian angel?” the figure asked, “What in the hell are you talking about?”
Reaver continued to smile. “It seems that your priest has himself a winged protector…” She looked up and mimicked the flapping of wings. “…hovering about…like some sort of bird of prey…” She swooned for a moment, then collapsed on the couch. “But birds are no match for cats…especially angry ones!”
The figure was silent for a moment as they watched the woman’s antics. Finally they had had enough. “You’re insane! The job is the priest!! I don’t care who he’s with…I want him dead! Are you going to do the job or do I need to look elsewhere?”
She balled up her fists and her tendons popped loudly. “If th’ priest is wit’ that winged bitch…I’ll be happy to kill em both…for free…”
“You have forty-eight hours to put Brandon Knight in the obituary pages…if you don’t…you and that bitch you call a partner will be there instead!! Don’t disappoint me again…” the figure roared.
The teleconference ended, but Reaver didn’t notice. She had one thing on her mind and one thing only…killing the bitch that had hurt her companion…the priest was just the means to an end. She’d use him to track her…and once she appeared, she’d pay the price. She’d gut that whore…whether she was an angel was irrelevant. Once she tore off that bitch’s wings and ripped out her throat…the priest would be next…and he’d suffer…oh how he’d suffer…
EPISODE CREDITS
CAST (In order of appearance)
Father Brandon Knight … Trace VanReardon
Officer Bradski … Todd Berryman
Detective Stacey Jordan … Nina Stokes
Reaver … Melissa Reeves
Vixxxen … Katie Anderson
Directed by … DubbleFC
Screenplay by … Ron B.
Produced by … CTN Television Studios
Casting by … Maleek Raheem
Music by … Pedos Candy