3 At the Church of Jetkins

13th October

"How will you be able to become the person you wanted to be if you're not that knowledgeable and strong enough to fight us?"

"Who told you that you're a hero on a red cape? You're such a loser!"

"You can't find the answer by being with them. We can help you here. You want to find the truth?"

Where am I? What's this place? Darkness. Again?

"Can anybody hear me?" I asked even I can't see what, who or where I'm referring. My voice just echoed around. "Am I not alone here?!"

I'm on my feet. Of a sudden, a swaying bulb lamp illuminated above, making me dizzy upon the light it gives. Below the uncontrolled lamp, just next to me, is a wooden chair.

"Come with me and you can no longer experience those." A deep old voice can be heard around that echoed the whole place.

"Who are you?! Where are you?! Let me see your shadow!" I angrily uttered. Yes, I replied angrily, but deep inside, I'm not that confident in time if he let me saw him.

I blinked my eyes much than I can do in a day as the lamp was still swaying on its own. Nonstop. As I adjusted my orbs in the situation, a chair with dripping crimson liquid appeared. I stepped my foot once. It was clear as the sky a while ago that there was none. No such blood.

My eyes get blurry, and I find myself hovering in the wooden chair face first. I didn't know what is happening. I felt like the air I'm breathing is getting lesser and lesser making me inhale oxygen as fast as possible.

From my blurry vision, blood filled the whole floor of the room. I don't know how that happened, but I'm sure it's not mine. Still, the lamp swaying endlessly. My air got even less, which makes me hard to breathe.

My pants get wetter moments after moments. What's happening?

"H-he-l-lp!" A fainted, a faint voice was heard.

Am I not alone?

***

"I'm pleased to meet you," greeted me by a woman in her wide genuine smile. She's the one who interrupted my train of reverie as I climbed up the staired church front door. "I'm Assistant McLinn."

I eyed her from head to toe and got distracted by her sense of fashion. I'm pretty amazed. Does all black make sense in a church? Long sleeve black dress.

"I'm here to have the reverend's gift to heal my situation." Hesitation eats my words as I let my last term go by thin air.

"Just wait in here. You can have a sit. I'll call Reverend Scott for a moment." And she stepped on her track. I can say she got my sentence clearly as she didn't ask me a thing to clarify.

She left me here in front of their center table encircled by long benches and stereos on four corners. I can't see tables aside from the center. Either booklets or leaflets are scattered around. But giant white candles lightened the dark corners.

It may sound that I'm kidding but, in my whole existence, I never entered a church. New Cica, at its peak, has minor religious organizations established. I'm currently questioning why and on the other hand, I can't ask someone. I don't even have a friend: just my books and personal computer.

I hesitated to set my foot; hence there was a nerve in me telling me to go. You deserved better here. Like, your questions will be answered.

The structure of the church is a perfect square and ultimately wide in area. I cannot estimate, but much more spacious than my apartment. When I say much, I tell exaggeration. Windows with ceiling to floor curtains occupied each wall. A direct ray of the sun at the center was the highlight, making it a natural spotlight. I surely idolized the architectural design of this church. How come they ended up having this site grandeur hiding here in this so-called feared district?

"Blessed you by the name of our Father." Those words thundered and stopped my line of thoughts.

A middle man in his white satin floor-length robe or anything they called it emerged in one of the passages positioned on each corner with those candles. He's a meter away from me, and his genuine smile gave me somewhat satisfaction and statement that I'm on my right track on visiting this church.

"Good day, reverend. I'm here to—" he cut my line, and he's the one to finished.

"To seek for my gift and let you be healed. I know, my brother. I know," he confidently said, plastering his smile again. Quite creepy and arrogant.

Okay. Maybe part of reverend's gift or — I got it. The assistant told him which was nowhere to be found. He truly emerged. As news of people who visited here echoed like waves that this reverend didn't accept patrons due to the above seemed to knew the true intents of each visitor.

"Before we start, let's have our position be questioned to the above."