Nephilim and the Nun

Quinn:

My eyes opened slowly, and the first thing that graced my sight was the concrete roof of the cell. At first, my vision was blurry but after blinking a few times, I was able to see properly. I moved my limbs in an attempt to sit up. The numbness that had attacked me had worn off but the bullet in my chest was still stuck there. Involuntarily, I winced from the pain but that didn't stop me from sitting.

"You're awake". The familiar voice filtered into my ears.

For the first time since I'd encountered her, her voice was soft, portraying concern.

I hadn't noticed I wasn't alone till she spoke. Looking at her, she was seated on the same cloth she'd brought the last time, a paper bag beside her.

"Does this always happen?".

Her voice was laced with worry while her eyes strayed to the bullet hole in my chest.

"Why do you care?".

My voice came out hoarse than I'd expected as a result of the dryness of my throat from being out for hours. Seeming to notice it, she offered me a bottle of water from the paper bag. I moved closer to the bars and took it from her, gulping down the contents till it was empty.

"I saw what happened yesterday". She paused, searching my eyes for any form of hostility but seeing none, she continued. "I'd come back to get my phone and I saw Father Elliot shoot you before draining blood from your body into a blood bag".

I stared at her continuously, with an expressionless gaze.

"For how long has he been doing that and what does he need your blood for?".

"Shouldn't you know that, if not then clearly, you're not well equipped for the job you took".

you think I work for the General.

happy to tell you the story of his

space as though she was

about the Priest and I'd do whatever

at her request. Her curiosity was top notch but I was going to use it in

here and I'll tell you

no way she'd agree to that. Gonzalez mustn't have told her about

should I

Exactly what I thought.

so keen on knowing what he uses my

thoughts. I wanted so bad to know what

and why you're here. I just

along. Though I'd seen nothing on her phone, I still didn't trust her but telling her about me

know I'm Quinn Santiago, a member of the armed forces. I joined the army ten years ago and in all of those years, I was never on good terms with General Gonzalez. The man is a cunning fellow and would do whatever it takes for money and to also be praised. Many times, he'd collected bribes from enemy countries and terrorists and fed the government

"What about the priest?".

him. The priest as you call him is also like the General. Behind his facade of being holy, he seeks demonic power and immortality. That's

brows knitting

it to mix with his blood. In return, he acquires the power

expected shock from her but her facial expression didn't give out any form of surprise. Thus, I wondered if she knew about

already?". I gritted out, my demeanor quickly turning to annoyance and anger

She responded absentmindedly. "Err...I-I mean...no. No,

about the priest?". I stared at her intently.