Alexei knew he was done for.
Even before they caught him hugging Mother Mary's statue—even before the footsteps drew near—Alexei knew he'd fucked up.
It all started with that tiny little shit on the swing.
He sat in the front row of worn wooden pews. His blue eyes glittered under the fractured light spilling through the stained glass.
After casually waving at the dust motes dancing in the evening glow, his gaze traveled back toward the altar.
There was a stand upon which the Bible rested. On one side was the huge crucifix, decorated with white flowers.
However, his attention was taken away by the life-sized statue of Mother Mary.
The Holy Church.
The thought made him laugh. Faith in legends had never been his thing.
His muscles were always more reliable.
Yet it was different when it was Elijah.
He could almost imagine it. Elijah dressed in the holy garbs of a priest, reading sermons for the masses.
