Dies Irea. Dies Illa

[Lucian]

The bell rung out lound and silently on the still morning air. Fr. Lucian stood like a sentinal at the church's high arched door as he looked out onto the street as the people gathered again. Many he had seen only two days before. His vestments, which were suppose to be a viberant green and gold, were black and silver. The color of mourning. . of death. This would be the fourth funneral Mass he would preside over with in two weeks, and all the deaths had been sudden and unexplainable. His eyebrows were drawn close and raised in a deep saddness as he watched to members of his parish suffer such pains.

[Thomas Seagraves]

It had only seemed like a few months since he had met his new priest and mentor, Fr. Lucian, but in reallity it had been almost two years. Thomas was now working at the church as often as his studies at his college would allow him to. Through the instruction of this pious priest Thomas had come to control his powers a little better, though he could still not have physical contact with people. He pulled the large rope one las time and the bell released it's final call to the city. He and Father had been in much debate about what was going on in the city. All these deaths and not even one clue to go on. All four of these people where good poeple, yet all of them seemed to have just dropped dead. Both Thomas and the priest thought that it was a little more than a coincidence. So at night Thomas would lurk in the shadows of the city, traveling as quickly as the darkness would allow, but he found nothing.

[Lucian]

Father Lucian stood welcoming the last of the people when the body of the young lady arrived. The family members stood around the front door as the pallbearers brought the coffing to the top of the stairs. The mother of the young girl started to sob violently as the body of her "babby" passed by. Father took a deep breath as he stepped in side with the coffin and waited for Thomas to return from ringing the bells. He looked at the father of the young girl who staired intently at the closed coffin as if trying to see through the lid.