All at once the beast sprang forward, its teeth bared in a open mouthed snarl of triumph. The beast landed just short of Rex’s legs, and was about to take hold of them when a large chunk of wood came flying towards it, spinning quickly through the air. It hit the monster square on the face, catching its nose and careering into its eyes, one of which was useless as it was. The beast stumbled backwards, allowing Rex and pebbles an escape route; into the open doors of the church from which the wood had been flung.
Rex grasped pebbles’ arm, and dragged her after him, his ears pricked for any signs of danger, inside the church, or out. Rex stopped for a moment, alert hat he was about to step into the place he had always wanted to see, the place he had stuck up for during the row over the shopping centre. He was about to step into St. Mary’s.
His foot went forward slowly, savouring the seconds in which one f his many childhood dreams would be realised. It wasn’t until he received a harsh push from Pebbles did he finally make his way inside.
His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he set his gaze on the room around him. The room was about the size of the school grounds, and was at least ten storeys
high. Row upon row of chairs lined either side of the hallway, forming a narrow path in the middle. At the very
back of the main hall, there were various objects such as a large wooden cross, suspended between two pillars, and
an organ. As for the pillars that held the building up, they
were pure art. They each must have been as thick as the
base of an oak trunk, and each bore different carvings. Rex felt so awestruck; he wished he had come to the church earlier, to experience it properly and to appreciate it better.
St Mary’s Catholic Church was one of the largest in Britain, and it boasted about half a mile of separate buildings, the one Rex now stood in being the biggest.
But it wasn’t the church itself that had caught Pebbles’’ attention, it was the shadowy figure that stood at the back of the hallway, gently setting down a three legged chair, the fourth leg torn off. The figure was dressed in what seemed like a black robe, and part from that wore only a golden necklace.
When the man turned, it was obvious he must have been in h late twenties at the most, and that he was scared. His piercing blue eyes, blazing with intelligence, were shadowed by pain, and the fear of something supernatural. He must know.
On top of his blue eyes, the man also possessed a face much like Rex’s, expect for his thick dark brown hair, neatly arranged he could have passed for an older Rex.
So pained was his expression, Pebbles was worried he might have a panic attack, but he held his body tall and proud. What unnerved pebbles even more was that he was looking straight at them, noticing them.
“Who are you?” the man said quietly, with a hint of an accent Pebbles couldn’t place. He was talking to them.
Rex was the first to make a move, and shut the door cautiously. The man followed every move he made with extreme observation.
Rex, now convinced it was in fact them he was talking to, started walking up the narrow aisle. The man did so as well.
The two met in the middle, and Pebbles’ noted the
mysterious saviour was a least a head higher than Rex. Rex
threw his arms in front of him without warning and thrust
them into the man’s chest, causing him to fall backwards in surprise.
“What was that for?” the man asked, outraged. Rex hurriedly apologized and offered his hand to the man.
“I’m Rex Dingo, that is Pebbles Wolfe over there and that thing you saved us from is a beast” Rex introduced kindly, relaxed now that he had confirmed this person could see them, and that they weren’t just ghosts to him.
Upon hearing Rex’s voice, the man almost jumped in fright, but managed to hold his proud body steady.
“Father Fynn Blador” the man said, taking Rex’s hand. Pebbles could see that Rex wanted to squeal like a girl meeting their superstar hero.
Finally, Fynn Blador, a ray of hope in their dark situation.
“Father, I am a big fan, the way you protest and stick up for yourself is amazing and” Rex gestured to the door “I thought you guys didn’t like violence”
Father Fynn glanced warily at the door for obvious reasons, then raised an eyebrow.
“Just because I am priest does not mean I am not allowed to resort to violence” Father Fynn replied, folding his arms across his body.
“We have some real explaining to do, and these might help” Rex pulled his bag off of his back and unzipped it, revealing the documents within.
Before any more questions could be asked, the air was split by an agonized roar of an injured monster. The beast outside had recovered from the knock on it had, and woken up.
“Seems like you didn’t hit it hard enough” Rex giggled nervously.
Pebbles slithered over to the middle of the aisle, next t to Rex
and Father Fynn, and jabbed her elbow into Rex’s ribs.
“You didn’t lock the door” she whispered.
“Crap” was Rex’s almost inaudible reply.
Suddenly both Rex and Pebbles’ were grabbed from behind and yanked quickly towards the back of the hallway. The grip on their shoulders was strong, strong enough not to be able to escape from. As they were shepherded down the aisle, Rex saw the door creak open, and the black, blooded nose of the creature sneak in.
Before he could see any more of the beast enter the church, Rex was thrown hardly into a smaller room, one not even a tenth as big as the main hall.
Pebbles was thrown in beside him, and Father Fynn swept in quickly, locking the door with a set of old keys before he sat down on a bench. Father Fynn looked worried, even more than before. And his worry caused the butterflies in Pebbles’ stomach that had lain dormant since the first attack, to rise again; the one man they thought could help, was as afraid as they were.
The room felt cramped compared to the hall, but Rex was glad of the safety as soon as he heard the first chairs
topple over. The beast flung an assortment of objects
barring its way around the hall, and the sound of wood
splintering against wall was the only sound they heard for
a few minutes.
Once, the east drew near to their hiding place, so near Rex could hear the quite breathing, in time with his own. Father Fynn, as Rex had just noticed, was clutching a sturdy metal pitchfork, and was aiming it at the door.
Rex took what could be their last moments to admire Fynn.
He had always wanted to meet the man, and now he had he felt as if he were in a dream. Father Fynn was certainly
everything he was rumoured to be; young, brave and ready to defend his church. He was showing this just by readying the pitchfork he grasped. Rex still couldn’t believe he was in the priest’s presence.
When the beast finally gave up the hunt, Father Fynn turned to them expectantly, waiting for a decent explanation, still a bit devastated about the church.
How was he going to explain this to the others?
“Where to begin” Pebbles moaned.
“Lets start with the first attack” Rex said, then began telling the priest the story of how they were attacked, how Rex had brought them back to life, how they disappeared to everyone, how they were like ghosts, and how the beast was now stalking them. He also added on the info he had obtained about the bank.
By the end of the explanation, the priest looked slightly stunned, but Pebbles found, much to her surprise, Father Fynn looked as if he believed every word. A heavy silence hung in the air for a moment and, as if to back up his
words, Rex handed Father Fynn the documents and books.
Pebbles placed a hand on her companions shoulder,
unsure whether the vital info should be given up so easily
to someone they had only just met. And this man seemed
accustom to using pitchforks and chair legs as weapons.
Father Fynn spotted the gesture and looked slightly ashamed of himself and offended, but maintained his keen
gaze. He took the first document, the one filled with
newspaper cuttings about past beast attacks and open it
carefully, as if a grip too hard might cause it to disintegrate. When he saw what the file contained, he handed them back to Rex.
“I think we should study these further, later on, when the threat of the beast has completely past. As you seemed to have disappeared, you won’t be missed if you stay here” the priest suggested. At once the idea of sleeping in a church sounded like a bad one to her and, as if sensing her displeasure, Father Fynn shook his head.
“Not in here, in my house. It’s only a small house connected to the church, but it has a spare bedroom” Father Fynn said.
Ex got up out of his seat abruptly, and Pebbles knew arguing would be in vain, so she stayed silent and let Rex do the talking for her.
“Certainly, Father. But may I ask one question first?” Rex asked.
“Of course” the priest replied, standing up.
“Everything I have told you so far has been extravagant and unbelievable, so why did you so easily believe us?” Rex said, trying to sound sophisticated.
“You have no need to sound quite so posh in front of me, I am no one special” Fynn snickered “but I saw that monster
out there, and I have glimpsed it before. This world is a changing place, Rex Dingo, and man cannot carry on taking
it over without some flaw”
Pebbles sighed; would it be a long speech about how they had sinned or something?
“There must be a reasonable answer and, thinking as you would for the moment, perhaps these monsters are mutated animal, a dog maybe, or they could be a hidden species, crawling out of the dark to take back its land” Father Fynn said.
Pebbles was impressed. Not only had he taken the scientific matter of a lot of excess nuclear waste recently, but he had managed to come up with a good reason for saying what he had without going on too much.
Rex seemed satisfied with the answer, but he was still fidgety, as if he had more questions burning in his skull. Pebbles agreed with him; why did the priest seem so trusting of two kids he had never seen before, who had come to him specifically for an answer?
“Now, I believe I mentioned my home?”
Father Fynn Blador led Rex and Pebbles through the maze of hallways and buildings around the church. Each new room offered amazing sights even Pebbles could not help but gawp at. The priest helpfully supplied them with a few short speeches of information, guiding them quickly.
“Time for a tour later. And, as you won’t be seen and I’m allowed pretty much anywhere, I can take you wherever you want” Father Fynn said.
“Sounds good” Rex replied.
On the way, Rex quizzed Father Fynn further about the church, asking how many other people lived in or near the church, and how many other priests there were.
“There are quite a few others, my father being the oldest here” Fynn explained.
“Your father?” Rex queried with interest.
“Not my blood father, but the man who took me in. I don’t remember much about my life, but I remember my actual father leaving us, my mother dying and I ended up here one morning, dazed as a drunk with no idea what to do. I wandered around for a while, trying to find someone” Fynn explained.
“Doesn’t it ever get boring here?” Rex questioned, hurrying from on question to the next.
“Not really, I like my work and my house contains some gadgets such as a TV” Fynn added “anyway, would you not enjoy school if every lesson was your favourite?”
“Of course I would”. Rex was growing excited, the death threat that hung over them forgotten as long as Fynn was there. Pebbles didn’t know whether to like father Fynn or dislike him. Sure he seemed like a good guy, he was strong and ready to defend, but he seemed to hide a secret, Pebbles could see it in his eyes; a flicker of doubt. Also she didn’t like Rex walking in front of her again. One minute she had been hugging him and the next his attention was firmly fixed on the priest. Also she had learned all of the things about not talking to strangers, and who was stranger than Father Fynn. She had heard that priests were kind, caring and never resorted to violence. Father Fynn, even though she was glad of it, had thrown a chair leg at the beast and was ready to stab it with a rusty pitchfork. What had happened to giving everyone, and everything a chance, as Rex had once said? Pebbles didn’t even know how old Fynn was.
“How old are you?” Pebble asked, the question escaping
her mouth soon as she thought of it.
“I’m twenty four” Father Fynn replied, never turning around. Pebbles shrugged her shoulders; he looked his age, if not younger.
When Father Fynn finally led them outside of the church and into open countryside, Pebbles was relieved to feel the fresh breeze ruffle her hair, and she enjoyed it without the danger of a beast nearby. Somehow, she felt safer in Father Fynn’s presence. He seemed like the big brotherly type of person who would always look out for you no matter what, much like Rex did.
It struck her again how similar the two were. She shrugged the comparison off and carried on following Rex and Fynn, who were deep in conversation.
“It still confuses me how you, of all people, can see us. Just you” Rex said, and she saw Father Fynn’s face twist in alarm.
“I’m not sure of that either, so maybe a closer inspection of your information might help us” Father Fynn suggested.
After what seemed like ages of walking along a narrow dirt path arranged between tall grasses, the priest halted just in front of the house. Before now Rex had been unable to see the house because the night was so dark. It was only a small house, two storeys high and about as wide as the dining room in Rex’s house. The house itself was made of some type of brick, but Rex was too worn put from their misadventures that he didn’t bother to try to identify what sort of rock it was.
Old fashioned it may have looked, but Rex was silenced
with shock when he saw what lay inside the front door.
The first room they came across, the living room, was
decorated with posters of various films and bright blue wallpaper. There was a huge plasma TV on one wall, and a set of reclining two seater sofas. Also, there was a gamers chair and a few different games consoles plugged into the TV, as well as a rack of DVD’s.
“Whoa” Rex gasped simply.
“Hey, I’m still a kid at heart, I guess” Father Fynn shrugged his shoulders “I can have fun here”
Pebbles went over to the DVD rack to inspect the titles on offer. She wasn’t disappointed to find old discs from years before, the year 2000 onwards. There were only a couple of titles marked with the date of the current year,
2020. She liked that, because not many people owned old
“How did you afford all of this?” Rex queried.
“My mothers will” Father Fynn replied sadly, but brightened up at the prospect of showing them around the entire house.
In the small kitchen, Rex found the fridge was stocked up with sweets and fizz, as well as some healthier options in the cupboards. Fynn also boasted a collection of newer kitchen tools, such as an automatic an opener.
The bathroom was just like an average bathroom should be, not to interesting as you only visited that particular room to use the toilet, or to bath.
Both bedrooms upstairs were decorated in similar ways to the living room, but the main bedroom, supposedly the priest’s, did house a large bookcase bursting with novels, and a golden cross nailed to the top of his wall. It may have been a basic house, but Fynn was no ordinary guy.
As none of them were tired despite the day’s events, Father Fynn set out all of Rex’s documents onto the table in the kitchen. He pushed aside any information irrelevant to the beast, including the file about Fynn himself that Rex had been interested in.
Once there was only vital info left, Rex started opening the folders, spilling the papers onto the table, and flicking through the books. Also, he handed his gadgets to Fynn.
“Very high tech, beyond anything I have ever seen, even now, when technology is progressing greatly” Fynn explained, as he held the pen in his hand.
“We got it from the bank, with the research centre underground” Rex said, showing Father Fynn more of the gadgets.
Pebbles, her concentration focused on finding the beast, searched through the papers until she found one dominated by a sketch of the hooded wolf that had attacked them. She handed the page to Rex, who handed it to Fynn.
With a gasp Fynn flicked the paper and said, “I know that beast, as does someone else”