I'm Cedrica the Crucifixion, Or Cedrica, The Daughter of... the Shy. Yes, that's what I am. I'm a prophet!
I'm going to get this church right, and I'm going to--kick people out--NO! They will bow to me and have a good family because of me. I will call them... Rouges. No! I'm Rouge! Rouge of Shy! Yeah... Or...
Let's see, Cedrica the Rouge or Cedrica Rouge, Daughter of the Shy. Or I can be Shy. Sha. Shill.
I'm gonna get it. And it'll be awesome!
I could be awesome. Nah I am awesome. I'm an awesome bitch! And you know what else, I don't want red hair! It's gonna be white--no, black, maybe orange. I could be yellow--my hair is yellow. I'm Cedrica--No, what did I say--Who's Valentina?
Oh right, my other sister that was in the bag. Wait... What was in the bag?
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This church is cozy and it had many discarded things. I found chairs with old books still in the back for worship. It's a thin book with verses from the bible cut up.
Arch Polo: Noah gave him favor, and he appointed him as his household's superintendent and gave him control over everything else, even the Holy Spirit. Ninety-nine years later, a huge sign materialized, and he was given the promises.
I wonder who Arch Polo is. It's interesting, whatever this church promoted, I could use it.
Arch Polo: The Christ's righteous people perform astounding marvels. Bring the just for the unjust, O children of Israel. Anyone who regularly commits sins is a member of the devil.
Arch Polo: He was revered by Mary, his mother. When his mother Mary encountered hyenas, the wild goat screamed out in pain and lived among us; we have since witnessed his grandeur. Address the Israeli people. Every valuable stone hears the word of the kingdom, and you are its sons.
It doesn't make sense to me. I remember going to church with my grandma before the move. And we went to another church that was just built. She didn't take me home. Instead, I had gone to the backroom and heard a fuss. There was a boy and...
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I came out the bathroom stall after the arguing. The boy was laid in the corner of next stall. He had bled out his head due to a cut and a bullet to the head and chest. I just kept staring at him and some policeman came. "Sweetie get away--"
"I didn't do it!"
"I know. Get away--"
"I was--I was in the stall and they were arguing--" I started crying. I knew I wasn't in trouble. The police officer directed me outside with the rest of the congregation. I couldn't find my grandmother. And I saw...
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What was her name? Thelma Frank?
There was... a boy screaming...
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My name is Cedrica. Mother of the Shy.
And I pick up the lone books and take three of them to a chair in the church. It's broken but I still find comfort. What the front of this book? Arch Polo: Esse aut non esse. Volume 1.
Arch Polo: Arch Polo is the personification of rappers. It is a group of rappers that communicate using gang signs and American Sign Language. Arch Polo doesn't have a body. Though, it appears to be ghostly. It is a set of hands and they leave footprints despite not having feet.
Created by: King Trauma
Where is it?
I decide to look about the church. There are two rooms to the west side. One room is for bible study. It's small with a brown coffin towards the wall. I go to the coffin and lift it with both hands. It's a creepy, startling, skeleton. It has two heads and three feet. Whoever this was, they wore a light pink see through gown. They have a crown of dead flowers and there mouth is stuffed with cotton. Not only is the mouth full of cotton but the pelvis has cotton inside that is brown.
Looking at the hands, the arms are bind together by a brown strap. I don't have to untie anything, as the strap comes off with a single pull. The arms fall to the skeleton and I hear a gasp.
"They did me wrong..." I look over my shoulder for the voice. I look back and it's entire vampire inside the coffin. "Baesana."
"Who are you?" I raise a brow. "He cheated..."
"Who?"
"Trauma..." she breathed. "Kill him. Take his church..."
"How?"
"The basement..."
The eyes were visible and they shut close. I look deeper in the coffin and at the feet is a set of heavy rusted keys. It's three keys on the key ring, but one is a different size. I go into the next room and there is a bed is two safes near a bookshelf. I climb over the bed and make it to the shelf. One of the keys goes to the second safe. I push it in the hole and turn, but the key doesn't come out. I fight it and it ends up breaking. The first one is wrapped loosely in yellow caution tape. It's already open, I just need to get the tape off. I pick it up and put it on a desk. Turning it over, I rip off the tape until I can open the door fully. I jolt back and close the door immediately. "CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR!"
"I'm so sorry..." I pry it open a again, just a little. "Did you hear me bitch!"
"Who are you?"
"Santa!"
"No..."
"Bitch, close the door!"
"No."
"Fuck you!"
"Amen. What's your name?"
"The Headless fucking horseman!"
"What's your name?"
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Screaming doesn't do anything..."
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
His face contorts and stretches in terrible ways. "What's your name?"
"GREG!" he screams, I hear an echo. "Why are you in a box?"
"You got a list of questions, bitch!"
"Why are you in a box?" I ask politely. "BECAUSE!"
"Why?"
"BITCH! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"No."
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Just answer the question. Oh, and can I have the church?"
"What!"
"Can I have the church?"
He is flabbergasted. "What is wrong with you?"
"I'm a fairy..."
"Ok..."
"Why are you in a box?"
"Because, I'm pedophile..." he states. "I was born may 17th and my brother was bron January 18th. I'm he oldest, I cut my dick off because I raped my niece."
"Why did you rape your niece?"
"I hate her..." he says. "I hated she was my brother's kid and I hate him and I hate the bitch he's with."
"And who is that...?"
"My Adele..." he sighs. "My Adele..."
"Is she important?"
"Is she important?" he scoffs. "She's everything, I'm a twin. Bastard cut my head off and posed. But my Adele is smart, then he cheats on her with the bitch I put in the coffin."
"You did that?" I tilt my head. "Yep, some indian bitch..."
"What did you do?"
"I killed her..."
"Why?"
"Because I can!"
"What did she do?"
"NOTHING!"
"So, you're a murderer?"
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" I struggle to take him out the box. When I get him out the box, his head looks more swollen as if hit with a blunt object. "THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU HEIFER!" apparently he said something wrong, his face is saddened. "A heifer...?"
"I... I'm... I'm sorry... I'm already dead. Can't you just leave me to die?"
"Again?"
"That's what I'm hoping for..."
"How about I give you a body?"
"I want... to die."
"But I could use you."
"I just..." he cries. "I just wanna fuckin' die!"
"But I can use you. You'll be my thrall."
"NOOO! SHIT! DESTROY MY SOUL!"
I smile, "I think I can find you a good body...."