Nephilim and the Nun

Quinn:

I stepped out of the cell, ready to take my chance. But I felt empty as if I wasn't prepared. Something was missing. My palms balled into fists as realization dawned on me.

"The gun". I gritted out.

The woman folded her arms across her breasts, arching one of her brows.

"You weren't expecting me to get you one, were you?". When I remained silent, she asked further; "where was I supposed to get one? I'm a nun not whatever you've conjured up about me".

She was something else but I wasn't going to let the absence of a gun get in my way. I only needed it to be extra prepared.

Stepping out of the cloth she'd been standing on, she folded it neatly, placing it into the paper bag. Thereafter, she cleaned the scissors with my abandoned blood-stained dirty white shirt. Taking the empty bottle of vodka, she hid them in the pocket of her uniform. Her eyes scanned the entire cell to make sure there was nothing unusual lying around.

other end of the basement". She pointed towards the direction father Elliot usually came from. "It leads to a dark tunnel and also has a passageway to father Elliot's office". She paused to get a small flashlight from another pocket of her uniform that she handed to me. "When you get through that door, there's a rusty iron gate to your left, it's not locked.

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what she meant, she turned on her heels, leaving me by myself to carry out my mission. Without wasting further time, I moved silently yet hastily towards the door she'd pointed out.

me but my night vision immediately came to my aid. Using my night vision instead of the flashlight was a better idea. It would prevent whoever was at the end of the tunnel she'd mentioned

my eyes located the old rusty gate she'd mentioned. Opposite the gate was a dark hallway that must lead to the priest's office. With that knowledge came the realization that I had to be extremely quiet to avoid alerting the

rusty gate, I gave it a light push but it didn't bulge. Again, I tried, pressing my palms against the rusty iron to push it but it only made a low creaking noise. I stopped for a while,

stayed silent for a while, waiting to see if anyone heard the sounds but no one came. With that, I forged ahead, more determined to make it out of the basement. Moving in the

was a guard at the end

were my only weapon. It was

towards the rusty gate at the end of the tunnel where the guard was standing with his back to me. With just a