Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Rekindling The Bond ❯ The Writing On The Floor ( Chapter 1 )

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Kyle knelt down in front of the plainly dressed priest. The young man’s head was down as he stared at the polished black marble floor. The large church was empty as the only light was the faint glow of the candles that were set up closely around the alter and spread sparsely through out the room. The room smelled of hot wax and old stone. The candles behind the wise, old priest gave him a look like he was glowing. Adorned in a white cloak he broke the darkness surrounding him. Kyle’s appearance though was not as radiant. He wore a black cloak reaching to his ankles. Surrounded in darkness with no light behind him, made the appearance he was fading into a black void. His hands were covered by black leather gloves and his feet were adorned with jet black leather boots. Kyle’s pale face was covered in shadows as he wore the hood of his cloak up. His appearance was of someone who would never dare walk into a church unless he had a reason to.

“Father Hagen, the sins I hold in my soul can never be repented. I have no reason to be in your presence. Why is it that you called me here?” The priest looked down upon Kyle. His fixated eyes did not just look at him for the person he was on the outside, but he peered deeper into the very soul of this man who drove himself into darkness.

“I did not call you here to have your sins repented, Aaron.”

Kyle’s eyes widened when he heard his real name. “Father, that name...I don’t...”

The priest cut him off, “I know, the day you fell into darkness you discarded that name and dared not to use it again. But remember you must have the darkness for the dawn to come.”

Kyle’s eyes relaxed as he still had his head facing towards the ground. The priest continued, his voice was low as if he knew someone other then Kyle was listening in, “I called you here for reasons regarding your brother’s death, it seems his killer is more than someone who can wield a sword.” Kyle looked up at him, the dim candle light brightened his face. His expression was of interest, as he squinted his eyes to concentrate on what valuable information the priest had that he did not know about. The priest continued as Kyle stared straight into his pale blue eyes. “I was in my library late last night, reading a book. I was about two hours into my reading when all of a sudden the red candles in the corner of the room flew and landed on the floor still burning. It startled me greatly since it was right by my position, and I knew that no gust of wind was able to get into the room I was in. A few minutes went by of complete and utter silence. I dared myself not to move an inch, not because I was scared but it felt like an evil presence was forcing me to stay put. Another couple of seconds went by, and like sharp nails scraping across a chalk board the red wax from the still burning candles formed letters on the wooden floor of the library. I was horrified that this was happening right inside a church were usually no evil presence ventured,” still shaken from the event he clasped his hands together to keep them from trembling.

“Father?” Kyle asked looking back towards the ground.

“Yes?” He answered.

“These letters what did they spell out? And if you could, please show me.” Kyle stood up and returned his green eyed gaze back to the priest.

“It isn’t just one word that these letters spelled out, it’s more then that, it was a couple of sentences, and of course let me show you. They say seeing is the best way to believe.” The priest motioned to Kyle to follow him.

He lead Kyle to an old wooden door, its latches were rusted and worn from constant use. The priest turned the rusted handle and opened the door which squeaked from age. The room had old wooden floors that creaked when a certain amount of pressure was put on them. The walls were built out of different shapes of stone and held together with cement, like a worn cobble stone pathway. The walls were also taken up by bookcase after bookcase. The shelves were filled to the point of collapsing from the weight of the many old deteriorating tomes of ancient studies of past civilizations to the churches own history. Red candles adorned every corner of the open room, which gave it a very foreboding feeling even though it was inside a church. The priest slowly walked into the room. Kyle trailed close behind, his eyes wildly going over every inch of the floor, looking for the writing. The priest quickened his pace to the far corner of the room where an old worn plush black chair was. There located on the wooden floor was the two sentence message. It sent chills up Kyle’s back as if the ominous words came out and grabbed him. The message was red like blood and did not even closely resemble the red wax it was suppose to be.

Kyle’s eyes grew big as he concentrated and read the words out loud. “This message calls out to only one. The cunning fox will get more then he can kill for the fang of the wolf will take vengeance on him.” Kyle took a few steps back and a new unexpected fear rose inside him. The chill that went up his spine before returned and his knees felt like they were going to buckle from under him.

“Kyle, it seems that this message is focused towards you since your brother’s killer had a reputation of being called the Night Wolf. That is why I summoned you here, but for me not to see him as he wrote this means that he must have a far greater power beyond even yours. If you are to go after him like you have been doing, please take extra caution he is utter darkness.”

Kyle’s shocked expression slowly turned to a sly smile as he tried to over come his fear. “This Night Wolf as he is called will not have time to seek vengeance on me, for he will be dead before he knows it. He took my brothers life, and with that my mother and father have disappeared. I will not allow him to take anything more that is precious to me.”

“As I thought, strong willed as always. There is though a person who can help you, his name is Virgil, he is an old wise man that lives in the outskirts of this town.”

With the smirk still on his face Kyle whispered, “I will seek this old man Virgil that you talk about, it seems that he will be of great use to me.”
The priest gave Kyle a serious expression and nodded in understanding. “May God give you strength in this time of hardship.”

There was a short pause as Kyle’s smirk grew. “God...no priest you’re wrong I don’t need God’s strength, for I have my own and that alone is good enough.” With that Kyle bowed slightly to the priest, “I thank you for showing this to me. Now I must take my leave, rest well Father Hagen.” Kyle turned with his cloak billowing behind him. As he left for the door the priest caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were of determination to kill the man that plunged him into unthinkable darkness, the man known only as Night Wolf.

“May God have mercy on you Kyle for you need all that God can give you...if you are to kill this devil of a man.” The priest said quietly so only God could hear his prayer.