When It Rains, It pours (2)

Rain fell on his face as he walked down the boulevard. Damn this weather straight to hell, well, not to hell. He didn't want rain to be in the place he was destined to dwell for all eternity. Fuck. It had to be today that the 'Awakening' would occur. As the rain poured harder and harder as the man reached his destination, a small cathedral. On any other day, the man would have hated coming to this type of place. In all actuality, he still hated coming to this place almost as much as he hated the water splashing on his body, ruining his favorite scarf.

'I'll have to get a new one after this' the man thought begrudgingly. The man placed his hand on the door to open it, however as soon as his skin touched large cedar doors, his skin began to sizzle.

'ouch,' the man cursed under his breath. Of course, this entrance had to be made of Lebanon cedar. Enduring the pain, the man quickly opened the door, entered, and quietly shut it behind him. He looked around making sure that the keeper of the temple was nowhere in sight before he swiftly began his search. Finding a door behind the confession box, he entered to find a corridor with many rooms. All of the doors were closed except for one. Creeping to the door, the man looked inside only to find a sleeping figure huddled on a small bed in the corner of the room. This was his target. This was what he here for.

Kei was in deep slumber; However, his dreams were nowhere near peaceful instead they were filled with screams and agony. Kei was walking down a dark path and there was only more path ahead of him. Surrounding him on all sides were black shapeless bodies, writhing in pain. The voices called out to him loudly, begging for forgiveness, for saving, but there was nothing Kei could do for them. Most of the voices were unknown to him, speaking [yelling] in tongues of both old and new, however, amongst the voices was one voice that was oddly familiar. Kei did not have time to dwell on this voice as something more important caught his attention. Along with the screams, Kei could hear a faint whispering in his ear, edging him onward. Telling him to continue through the wails; Telling him to step over the figures of those sinners. Kei suddenly felt all eyes on him as the void was filled with silence. The silence was so deafening that Kei had to cover his ears in order to hear his own thoughts.

'something bad will happen, but there will be nothing you can do to stop it. You must run, Kei. You have to run.'

That was the voice that greeted Kei within the recesses of his mind.

The silence grew even louder than before. And yes, Kei knew that was a paradox, but there was no other way to describe the pain from not hearing anything at all. The closest thing he could relate it to was that it almost was like he was standing in front of a sonic speaker. Along with the silence came heat. The heat felt familiar, but also off-putting. 'Did someone turn on the heater?' Kei thought as he held his head even tighter. He could still feel the eyes watching him.

'Like that dream before…' Kei thought. Yeah. This was a dream. Had to be a dream, well, more like a nightmare. Why was the voice telling him something bad would happen? Why was it saying that he would not be able to prevent it? Jeez, did the sound of nothing get even more intense? Kei felt the eyes' stare getting more intense and he could sense a body moving closer to him outside of the nightmare plain he currently existed in.

'W-who is that? That is definitely not Father Mark. Oh shit!'

With that Kei forced himself to peel open his lethargic eyes. He expected to see a burglar or a homeless dude with the way he could feel himself being leered at even within the dream-state. What he did not expect to see was a shadow the size of Shaquille O'Neal reaching out to him, about to touch his forehead.