What is the strangest thing you have ever witnessed? random_fic
Character name: Tommy Dagget(pre-TM-pre) *will still be playing that version out with those who wish but in RF, he is pre-Prophecy, just on the verge of going to AZ--I want to write out things as they happen--
Fandom: The Prophecy
Disclaimers warning: Religious Horror gore -- Don't own Tommy or the Prophecy
Challenge topic: What is the strangest thing you have ever witnessed?
Rating: PG-13?
”Almighty Father, grant to this servant of yours the dignity of the priesthood. Renew within him the spirit of holiness...as a coworker with the Order of Bishops. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ. One God, forever and ever. Amen. Let Thomas, who is to be ordained priest, come forward…”
At the peak, at the point he was to accept his ordination, Thomas falls into a heap, screaming unable to put into words, his vision of angelic savagery.
There are no words for the horror of what he saw at that moment. It is only available to him in his dreams now-angels on high, battling each other in possibly the first war or a later one. From archangels to cherubim to seraphim, they all fight. More viscous than any human and infinitely more fragile at the same time, the fight for their sides or what they believe to be right, leaves a trail of angelic corpses dangling on spikes with their hearts torn from their physical forms.
“I was in the church that day…I know what you saw.”
“Who are you?”
“Do you still believe you are a part of God’s plan, Thomas?”
“That’s a complicated question.”
“No, it isn’t.”
Angels. Thomas snorts with derision even in his sleep, twisting and turning as recent events and past, coalesce into one clusterfuck of a nightmare. Waking up, he doesn’t bother with mail forwarding or calling friends to let them know where he is going. His chief, his partner and that coroner guy know. That is enough.
Denial is a beautiful thing. As he starts driving, Thomas thinks on what that redheaded thing had said. He knows now what they are, what that thing was on the slab and who the supposed man on the in his room was but he considers it all a dream. That’s his story and he is sticking to it as he pats the evidence box beside him. In it, the snippet of the "Chimney Rock Republican” with a General Hawthorne’s name in its obit section circled, the sunglasses and the bible found on the dead freak with no eyes.
“Everything used to be much simpler, didn't it, Thomas?” The redheaded male’s words drift in to his thoughts again, as he takes the exit that will take him to his unknown and unwanted destiny.
*Italics are movie quotes
Fandom: The Prophecy
Disclaimers warning: Religious Horror gore -- Don't own Tommy or the Prophecy
Challenge topic: What is the strangest thing you have ever witnessed?
Rating: PG-13?
”Almighty Father, grant to this servant of yours the dignity of the priesthood. Renew within him the spirit of holiness...as a coworker with the Order of Bishops. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ. One God, forever and ever. Amen. Let Thomas, who is to be ordained priest, come forward…”
At the peak, at the point he was to accept his ordination, Thomas falls into a heap, screaming unable to put into words, his vision of angelic savagery.
There are no words for the horror of what he saw at that moment. It is only available to him in his dreams now-angels on high, battling each other in possibly the first war or a later one. From archangels to cherubim to seraphim, they all fight. More viscous than any human and infinitely more fragile at the same time, the fight for their sides or what they believe to be right, leaves a trail of angelic corpses dangling on spikes with their hearts torn from their physical forms.
“I was in the church that day…I know what you saw.”
“Who are you?”
“Do you still believe you are a part of God’s plan, Thomas?”
“That’s a complicated question.”
“No, it isn’t.”
Angels. Thomas snorts with derision even in his sleep, twisting and turning as recent events and past, coalesce into one clusterfuck of a nightmare. Waking up, he doesn’t bother with mail forwarding or calling friends to let them know where he is going. His chief, his partner and that coroner guy know. That is enough.
Denial is a beautiful thing. As he starts driving, Thomas thinks on what that redheaded thing had said. He knows now what they are, what that thing was on the slab and who the supposed man on the in his room was but he considers it all a dream. That’s his story and he is sticking to it as he pats the evidence box beside him. In it, the snippet of the "Chimney Rock Republican” with a General Hawthorne’s name in its obit section circled, the sunglasses and the bible found on the dead freak with no eyes.
“Everything used to be much simpler, didn't it, Thomas?” The redheaded male’s words drift in to his thoughts again, as he takes the exit that will take him to his unknown and unwanted destiny.
*Italics are movie quotes