User blog:ArchieScotts/Writing Challenge-Confrontation

Notes:
Writing Challeges is something new I'm making. Primarily it's going to be practise for my sake as college is starting for me and I won't have a lot of time to write anymore. But you are welcome to participate in this challenges as well.

Anyway for Writing Challenges, what is it about you say?

Basically, I set a challenge and then have to write a short story(chapter/one-shot etc etc) about the challenge. Simple.

Now this time the challenge is Different Perspective.

Christopher walked into the Chapel. It was weird, he thought. After spending so much time in the world of the Olympian gods, the thought of the possibility of a almight and omnipotent god never came to mind.

Christopher felt weird here, it was as if he was a stranger who had broken into a house and now was looking through the person's closet. He was a demigod, a product of a immortal being and a mortal man. He didn't belong here. Both worlds, his and this Chapel's, just don't mix.

Of course, he wasn't here to pray or as they call it, find salvation. He was looking for someone specific.

Christopher looked at his surroundings, this is was the first time he had ever been in one. Might as well look around. On the walls were windows made of coloured glass depicting several scenes from the bible or just the artist's impresions of Angels, Jesus and the like.

Two lit chandeliers hung from the ceiling. And on the ground, rows of seats were placed to allow people to have a good place to just sit and pray. The thing that stood out the most however was the giant cross on the front wall, depicting Jesus as he was crucified, his face full of agony.

In their defence, the inside of the chapel was built to serve it's function. It was a place of of worship and that was what it was.

Christopher turned his head and focused on the task at hand. He had to find the person. For her sake, if he didn't she would die.

He pushed past a family that was walking out. Christopher noticed that the family were the last people in the chapel. Only he and one nun were left.

He found this weird, however it would be easier if somehow a fist fight would have to break out once he found the person. It would be better to not have an audience.

The walked over to the nun, but before he could open his mouth the nun said. "I see you Nephilim."

Christopher flinched. He had been called many things before, never Nephilim. He then composed himself and replied. "I am not child of an Angel and a mortal. Nor am I a child of an Angel and Demon, sister." He shrugged. "Whichever story you prefer."

The nun didn't turn around to face him. "But you aren't human are you?"

Christopher bit his lip, deciding how much he should say. "You're intuitive, I'll give you that. But yes, I am not human."

"Hmm." Was her reply.

(WIP) Not done yet D: