Post by thebutlerdidit on Feb 23, 2013 22:08:39 GMT -5
The twins parked their hydrocycles in front of the hue cathedral of The Church of the Ancient Religions. They walked through the gigantic mahogany doors and into the lobby, housing a huge silver chandelier over the black marble floor, with pillars the circumference of large trucks. "Ah, Mr. and Mr. Hexx, welcome!" said the woman walking in behind them. They turned, seeing a woman of about fifty, dressed in a habit of a nun. She had a rosary encircling her neck, and glasses sat on her nose. "Hello, you called me earlier, I'm Reverend Mother Jude, you wanted to know more on the Carothian religions?" Nathaniel answered first, "Yes, I called. My brother and I were wondering about them because we both have artifacts based in the Caverns of Caroth. "Follow me into my office," the sister answered.
In her office, she had a small metal table, serving as a desk. Nathaniel and Alexander sat in the chairs across from her. "Can you produce these artifacts?" "Yes, we have them here," said Alexander. From a wire bag, they produced their artifacts. Alexander, a box full of gears and springs, and Nathaniel had a long dagger with a clear pyrex blade.
"Ohhh, my, these certainly are special," She was handed the box of gears, "This is a chymber, it was used for keeping beat for the drummers. They would beat their drums whenever there was a ritual being preformed, wether it be sacrifice, or a regular mass. The gears would pull a small beater that hit a small metal gong," She gave it back to Alexander and took the blade from Nathaniel, "Now this is a bit more... vulgar," She turned it so that the blade pointed upwards, "this dagger was used for killings, the hilt holds a secret compartment that would hold poison, when the person was... stabbed, the pyrex blade would secrete the poison, thus killing them twice, basically. It would have been a slow, painful death," She placed it slowly back in Nathaniel's hands.
"Here follow me," Sister Jude said. They left her office and entered the actual chapel of the Carothian religion. It was a semi-medium hall holding rows and rows of benches, and a large altar at the front. It was all colored light blue like ice. Alexander heard many footsteps behind them. He bumped Nathaniel. They both noticed it. A cocking sound was heard... like a gun.
As though in slow motion, Alexander pushed the Sister under one of the benches, while Nathaniel pulled his umbrella open. Bullets flew, but they were deflected by Nathaniel's umbrella. Alexander manned an old-fashioned camera, shouting, "Smile!" A blinding flash bursted from the flash bulb. The captors all hid their eyes with a hand, but before they could recuperate, Alexander and Nathaniel were attacking.
Nathaniel, the more limber of them, was leaping, hand over foot, on the benches with extreme agility, alternating handstand from standing strait up, his back bending in equality of that of a contortionist. They attempted to shoot him, but he was too fast for them. Alexander, the more agile of them, ran in that of a drunkard's path towards them, meandering and swerving to avoid bullets. He enabled a small shot gun from his vest, he always had it, he shot one bullet, hitting a person in the abdomen. After that, Nathaniel landed, and clobbered one with his umbrella, then stabbed one with the sharp aluminum tip.
One shot and hit Nathaniel. In the chest. He slammed to the ground, "Nathaniel!" Alexander yelled. He twisted and flinted his heel into the shooter's face, most likely breaking his skull. Sister Jude ran to Nathaniel's aid, pushing his chest, applying pressure to the wound. Alexander knelt by his twin. Nathaniel's vision blurred, Alexander's pale eyes and skin, and his dark hair morphed together into a grey blob. He couldn't breathe, his lungs filled with blood. His arms were numb, and his jaw wouldn't stop twitching. "Nathaniel, no! Stay with me! NATHANIEL!!!" Nathaniel's vision went black. He was cold.... so cold.... sooo coold..............
In her office, she had a small metal table, serving as a desk. Nathaniel and Alexander sat in the chairs across from her. "Can you produce these artifacts?" "Yes, we have them here," said Alexander. From a wire bag, they produced their artifacts. Alexander, a box full of gears and springs, and Nathaniel had a long dagger with a clear pyrex blade.
"Ohhh, my, these certainly are special," She was handed the box of gears, "This is a chymber, it was used for keeping beat for the drummers. They would beat their drums whenever there was a ritual being preformed, wether it be sacrifice, or a regular mass. The gears would pull a small beater that hit a small metal gong," She gave it back to Alexander and took the blade from Nathaniel, "Now this is a bit more... vulgar," She turned it so that the blade pointed upwards, "this dagger was used for killings, the hilt holds a secret compartment that would hold poison, when the person was... stabbed, the pyrex blade would secrete the poison, thus killing them twice, basically. It would have been a slow, painful death," She placed it slowly back in Nathaniel's hands.
"Here follow me," Sister Jude said. They left her office and entered the actual chapel of the Carothian religion. It was a semi-medium hall holding rows and rows of benches, and a large altar at the front. It was all colored light blue like ice. Alexander heard many footsteps behind them. He bumped Nathaniel. They both noticed it. A cocking sound was heard... like a gun.
As though in slow motion, Alexander pushed the Sister under one of the benches, while Nathaniel pulled his umbrella open. Bullets flew, but they were deflected by Nathaniel's umbrella. Alexander manned an old-fashioned camera, shouting, "Smile!" A blinding flash bursted from the flash bulb. The captors all hid their eyes with a hand, but before they could recuperate, Alexander and Nathaniel were attacking.
Nathaniel, the more limber of them, was leaping, hand over foot, on the benches with extreme agility, alternating handstand from standing strait up, his back bending in equality of that of a contortionist. They attempted to shoot him, but he was too fast for them. Alexander, the more agile of them, ran in that of a drunkard's path towards them, meandering and swerving to avoid bullets. He enabled a small shot gun from his vest, he always had it, he shot one bullet, hitting a person in the abdomen. After that, Nathaniel landed, and clobbered one with his umbrella, then stabbed one with the sharp aluminum tip.
One shot and hit Nathaniel. In the chest. He slammed to the ground, "Nathaniel!" Alexander yelled. He twisted and flinted his heel into the shooter's face, most likely breaking his skull. Sister Jude ran to Nathaniel's aid, pushing his chest, applying pressure to the wound. Alexander knelt by his twin. Nathaniel's vision blurred, Alexander's pale eyes and skin, and his dark hair morphed together into a grey blob. He couldn't breathe, his lungs filled with blood. His arms were numb, and his jaw wouldn't stop twitching. "Nathaniel, no! Stay with me! NATHANIEL!!!" Nathaniel's vision went black. He was cold.... so cold.... sooo coold..............