[center][h1][color=69989E]Father McCarthy[/color][/h1]
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It was almost amazing how calm and serene the street was as he stood on the steps of the church. The sun was shining away, lighting up the fresh snow, melting it into small pools that would only freeze later. Birds went about their business, surprisingly still around in the chaos that had begun to spread throughout the city. Perhaps this was God's way of saying that he was doing the right thing. That this was right.

As if to prove him wrong, the shuffling and groans brought his eyes to the street.

The chain rattled on the gate that sat securely closed in front of his church. Swallowing hard, Richard stared at the dead man, one arm wildly swinging through the fence bars, trying to snatch the man that was too far away from the beast to even matter. Heart pounding in his chest, as the man grew closer, he moved his hand over his chest in a cross motion.

[color=69989E]"I'm sorry, Mr. Montgomery,"[/color] he breathed out as he recognized the man. [color=69989E]"I hope you were not looking for solace in this church."[/color]

A knife was pulled from a sheath, tucked into the back of the priest's trousers. A soft prayer was spoken softly to himself, before the man tried to lodge it into the skull of the deceased. He missed.

Grunting, he tried again. Then again. Finally, on the fourth downward swipe, the man lodged it firmly into the being formerly known as Mr. Montgomery. The knife was now lost in the man's skull, and the Father slowly backed up, panting as he stared at his hands. Bloodied. ]

[color=69989E]"Why is this happening...?" [/color]The question was rhetoric. He knew there was no point in asking such a thing, and ultimately knew it to be a punishment thrown down onto them. It had to be. 

The next hour would be spent digging a fresh new grave, and burying the body of the man he used to know. A half hour after that, he would be inside of the church, washing away the dirt in the sink of a newly built bathroom, far away from the door. He didn't hear the voice calling for him, and until there was a knock on the door, heard nothing other than that.

The knock caught his attention, causing him to pause and flip the water off. Eyes widening as he finally heard the calling of a person, he ran with a towel to dry his hands, swinging the door open.

[color=69989E]"A survivor!"[/color] The first to make it to his sanctuary. Perhaps the first, and only, to take his words to heart. [color=69989E]"A-ah, sorry,"[/color] a sheepish smile crossed his face as he looked over the young man. No blood. A good sign. [color=69989E]"Come in, my child, come," [/color]leaving the door open, he waved a hand into the church, standing as it would normally. [color=69989E]"I promise, you are safe here. I am Father Richard McCarthy,"[/color] he was trying to keep his voice from shaking, trying to stay optimistic as he glanced passed the young man and out to the street. 

[color=69989E]"What's your name?" [/color]A quick glance towards Aran, his smile faltered for a moment. 
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[center][color=C23737][h1]Judas O'Dell[/h1][/color]
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There was blood on his hands. How many had come for him at this point? Five, six? He had lost the knife along the way, the aluminum bat also bloodied as he had finally made his way to the apartment. Bounding up the flight of stairs, he screamed for Jules, only to swing the door open to the room that his younger brother's friends rented.

There was no one there. A struggle had obviously taken place, blankets and pillows thrown around, glass on the floor from a broken cup. 

He didn't know how long he stood in the apartment once he realized Jules wasn't there. Fifteen minutes? An hour? Time seemed to blur as his mind went crazy with any and all ideas that could have happened to the only person he cared about in this world.

Finally, Judas forced himself to go. He had to. Jules was alive, he told himself. He [i]had[/i] to be alive. 

Mind foggy, it took Judas everything he had to try to pay attention to his surroundings. Where would be go now? As he moved to step into the street, it was as if time slowed, his head turning upwards as the screeching of tires sounded out around him. Eyes widening, he turned his head towards the car speeding towards him, and it seemed luck was on his side in at least one aspect today.

A voice was the only thing that drew him back. A woman. [color=C23737]"I'm...Yeah, I'm fine," [/color]shaking his head, he brushed it off. "Think I was one of those creeps trying to attack everyone?" His voice came off a lot more snappy than he intended. Shaking his head, he turned. [color=C23737]"I don't have time for this, I have to find my brother." [/color]