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Post by Isaiah on Mar 16, 2011 13:05:07 GMT -5
Isaiah's footsteps reverberated across the stone floor of the church. They weren't as loud as they could have been,his feet were wrapped in slippers, but they were loud enough to distract him in the desolate building. Isaiah made his way to the front few pews and dropped down into one, going to his knees on the kneeler and bowing his head against steepled fingers. He was still breathing harshly, the echoes of a nightmare still had him firmly in its grasp. He could smell his sweat and feel his hair where it was plastered to his face. It had been one of those dreams where he couldn't tell if it was a vision or not.
For Isaiah those types of dreams were always the worst. If he ignored them, they could in in death or destruction. If he followed them, it was possible he could lose his job or wind up dead himself. Those thoughts are what caused him to get up in the middle of the night and pray for a sign.
Isaiah knelt there for the better part of an hour, breath passing his lips in rumbles and murmurs. When he finally stood his legs were trembling with the effort to keep him up right. As he turned to make the sign of the cross and take his leave, Isaiah heard the door behind him open with a squeak. Nervously he turned to face the noise.
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