Saint Joseph School

Prayer is the little implement
Through which men reach
Where presence is denied them,
They fling their speech.

By means of it in God’s ear;
If then He hear,
This sums the apparatus
Comprised in prayer.

The dark basement was still and cold. A lone bulb flickered over the stark staircase ...

She sat atop the worn out brick building, the pose of a sinister gargoyle reflected down on the street below. Her arrival in Brickstown had been but moments before, huddled atop the swiftly tilting car of the Greenline, her tattered body barely perceptible over the rusted panels of the train’s ...

A cool breeze wafted tentative fingers through her hair as she sat atop the warm stones of the island. The sun was already high on the third day and still the cerulean sea gave no indication of life…or otherwise. Serene waters swayed unbroken in their walled basin and Scythian rested. Here she had ...

The sun rose high over the glittering waters of Port Oakes, baking the small island with a mirror of still and stagnant waters. Though she did not sweat, moisture accumulating from the air flowed in rivulets down her throat and shoulders. She, who had come to be called Scythian, rested, sagging ...

Nearly a half hour passed in silence before she stepped from the shadows and crossed the metal room without sound or whisper. Her time had now begun. This was not to be the end, only the means to an end.

He lay still and quiet, for once, a look of calm across his usually tense features. The woman ...

And so too, the demon waited.

The smile that had held her lips until now began to fade into a cruel sneer. The air was permeated with the sensations of greed, anger, malice, and hatred. She was near delirious with it. She watched, patiently and silently as the woman placed herself into a large ...

The rushing chill of wind, the scream of turbines, and the momentary weightlessness of a devastating midair leap; Scythian threw back her head and closed her eyes, a smirk on her dry lips. The Paragon PPD Armor Units were no more than a forgotten memory, though only a brief second had passed. The ...

In the next room sat a lone girl. The dim, flickering, over head light barely illuminated the curves, planes, and missing pieces of her face. She had been sitting in the dank recesses of the cell for hours now, with not a single whisper of movement in her lithe form. It was here that she waited ...

Scythian tilted her head slightly and gave Misericorde a cold smile.

“ How sweet of you .” Her dead eyes sparkled with diabolical mischief. “ But I’m afraid the gingham dog is far too close for that now, little one, and I have far too little time with you .”

Misericorde was about to roll his eyes ...

The remains of Ava Paroulis gracefully arranged herself on the ground, sitting upright her knees hugged against her chest.

" Protect you, dear boy? Why of course I will. It would be such a shame to allow one such as you to be taken away so soon. I have better plans my little calico cat ."

"Calico ...

Her mouth curled into a smile as Misericorde glowered over her. She was pleased that he had grown so tall. She leaned forward away from the counter and pressed against him. There was a brief, uncomfortable expression in his eyes as she wound her fingers down his sides and rested her hands on the ...

" That's always been such a strange question." Scythian's voice nearly rose into a petualnt whine, "Mankind seeks the esoteric and plunges all depths of the supernatural and spiritual in eternal search of answers he cannot seem to find....and then when he gets close enough...his very first remark is ...

Scythian had the very moment she had been waiting for at her fingertips, now all she needed was to reach out and take it. The blade vanished from her hands as she righted herself onto her feet, opened her arms wide, and accepted the full contact blow from a charging Misericorde. As the blades sunk ...

The Medical Examiner paused and tilted his head slightly.

"The only other body in the church was that of a young woman, I'm afraid. Was there someone else with you?"

The room was deathly cold and silent, only the dim creak of un-oiled metal hinges against a concrete floor filled the neon-lit room ...

She lay in wait high above the stillness. The dust of the rafters, only momentarily disturbed by her passing, now settled on her face and arms and coated her eyelashes and hands in a mist of filth. Prayer beads, like the clicking of small feet, echoed up from the large narthex and drifted to her ...