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"What the hell?"

Terell felt the chill of the rain, but he hadn't time to smell it's arrival as one normally does. Earth shook, Terell stumbled, conveniently, over the threshold of the church's doors. For a moment, he looked back, it was clear the path nature sought to stride him. He had dropped the bag of takeout on the church steps and left it to its fate amidst the rain. Already, he could envision an irate Mr. Lin,

"This is the second time! Second time! You want to be fired, Terell? I will kick your dumbass back to the hole I found you in." Terell was beginning to think he didn't quite enjoy Chinese food all that much anyway.

There were more pressing matters at hand. Who was this woman? Who was this other dude with the tail? What is she even saying? Terell began to believe he was being possessed--or in some kind of horror flick. To his recollection, his people never had the finest track records when it came to surviving horror movies; if this 'church' sufficed more as a cover up for a cult, he didn't know [i]how[/i] he was going to get out alive. And where was she going?

His confusion was made compound by the mysterious light trailing her hindside. Was she really an angel? If she was, then. . . was this other guy a demon? [i]These niggas gon' knock each other the fuck out.[/i] For a moment, he chuckled to himself--but then he remembered such crass thoughts were not welcomed in the house of the Lord.

"My bad, dog." He iterated to the ceiling. The wafting incense did much to abate the greasy smell Terrell oozed, but it did nothing to cover up his suspicion; this girl [i]was[/i] some kind of weird holy. . . something of another. Her accent was weird as well; she sounded Irish, it made no difference to Terell; he was never one to discriminate. Everyone was a freak in this city.

"Aye, listen. I don't know [i]what[/i] in the fuc-" he caught himself, Terell didn't have the greatest connection with God, but he still knew better than to disrespect him in his own crib: that was a rule he was taught to never break, no matter what level of society he functioned on. Never disrespect a person where they sleep.

"You trynna tell me just exactly what you talkin' about up there? I ain' 'bereft with poverty' neither, I'm just trynna make a livin' like everybody else in this dump--you unnastan'?"

"And who onna Lord's green earth is you?" He inquired of the newcomer. To think how quick one's day can change all because of a wrong address and some rain.