How They Came To Be: Laurel's Past

Chapter 5: Baptism

Quick Author's Note: Nightingale here and we know it's been a very long time since any of us has updated. But Fandom High was on hold for awhile there. Do to fallouts in our friendships, but F and I have decided that we are continuing on. Whether the author will be replaced is still undetermined. Everythong else should be explained in the next chapter of Fandom High. Here is the long awaited Chapter Five to How Laurel Came To Be. For now, I'll try my best to update something every week. 

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Laurel's widened in uncertainty and worry. She knew what was happening, and also knew it was a very bad idea. She has seen what a baptism here is, and it's meant to cleanse and surrender that person's soul to the lord. What happens if the person doesn't have a soul though?

Laurel looked at Victoria with pleading eyes, tears beginning to form.  Laurel was beyond confused. The one person she trusted most in this world is going to put her through immense pain. And there is honestly nothing she can do. At least, she doesn't know what to do.

"Relax, it will all be over soon." Victoria reassured. Laurel violently shook her head in fear. Victoria began saying the correct words for a ritual such as this. Laurel was beyond frightened and didn't know what to do. She struggled to get out of her bounds, it was no use.

Victoria reached for the iron rod, with a cross on the end. She dipped it in the fire, and tore the clothing down my left shoulder. She took the iron rod and burned the cross in Laurel's shoulder. She screamed in pain, and that was when Laurel tore the bounds apart. 

"Laurel sit still." Victoria ordered. Laurel took the gag out of her mouth, and began to run. Victoria grabbed Laurel and pulled her back. The white haired girl spun around and pushed her nun towards the table. Before Laurel could reach out and save her, Victoria became impaled on the ceremonial blade. 

Laurel was shocked by her own actions, incapable of moving. Victoria tried to get up, but ended up knocking over the candles, setting flame to the table cloth, and carpet. Laurel decided to run out, before the fire could get any worse, and she wouldn't be able to leave. Victoria's last thought before her life had ended was, "I thought I could save her."

Laurel knew she would be blamed for this. "Hell, I am to blame for this" She thought. The fire was spreading abnormally fast, unknown to her that it was Victoria's plan to burn her if the baptism had failed. Victoria had spread oil all around the chapel before coming to get Laurel. 

Laurel could hear children screaming to get out. Do to the fact that their exits were blocked by fire. The orphans were yelling for their parents to save them. Some children even jumped out the windows in order to save themselves, but had failed. Laurel couldn't do anything but watch the massacre that she had caused. 

"You!" A voice made Laurel's head turn. It was Father Crass. The priest who gives sermons every Sunday. Except his leg was horribly burned, yet the fire on it was out. And in his hand, was a blade. "This was your fault! Your very presence here has made God angry, and this is how we've been punished! Well I would'nt be able to live with myself knowing you were still left on gods creation."

There was no point in reasoning with him, Laurel knew better. She ran into the woods, Father Crass close behind. With her short legs, she couldn't run as fast as him, but thankfully his limp slowed him down. Laurel tried to think of a place, anywhere she could hide. The treehouse had been torn down by some children. But... The barn. 

Father Crass probably can't see his own two feet, much less find his way through the forest. In all these years of running and hiding, she could easily draw a map. Laurel turned right, jumping over the fallen down tree. Ran until she met the stream, following it up, until she reached the bridge. Crossing it, then running straight until she reached a clearing where the old barn was.

She carefully stepped inside, closing the rusty door behind her. She ran to the corner, covering her mouth to quiet her breathing. Staring through the crack, I noticed the smoke coating the sky and the flames still lighting everything up. The most noticeable light though, was the one emerging in between the trees. 

Father Crass walked out of the shadows, a torch in hand. "Get out here satan spawn! You were the first sign of the end! We should've let you freeze to death on our own front porch! No wonder your parents never wanted! Now come out so I can make it quick. Quicker than it was for any of the other children! You'll receive the torture you deserve in hell!" 

It was silent. Father Crass was out of sight, but that doesn't mean he wasn't still around, lurking. The window smashed, causing her to scream. Immediately she new she needed to run, but where? There was no place left. 

"There you are demon!" He called, entering the barn, trapping me in the corner. In the reflection of the broken glass, She saw her eyes. They were as red as the fire that burned. Tears stained her cheeks, in fear, but also guilt. She thought she deserved this, but she only defended herself against the world that is still trying to destroy her. 

"Please!" Laurel begged. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this! I never meant to hurt anybody! Why won't anyone listen to me! I'm not the villain here, you are! Just, please find some kindness in your heart for god's sake! How would your father feel knowing you killed a child! I'm just a child!" 

"Father forgive me." Father Crass muttered. Slicing towareds her, Laurel jumped back, so he was only able to cut her chest. He dove in for another stab, but was caught, by a chain wrapping around his neck. He dropped the blade, trying to fight against the chain.

The figure yanked Father Crass towards him, then the man threw a dagger into Father Crass' skull without a second thought. But was able to catch the torch before it landed on the ground. Laurel grabbed the blade, and stuck it up towards the man. 

"Whoever you are, stay back!" Laurel warned. "You don't know what I am, and you don't want to mess with me! I've had a really sucky day!"

"Actually Laurel," the man in the tailcoat spoke, "I know you, and you know me." Laurel looked him up and down, remembering certain moments.

"Y-You're the man who killed all those soldiers in World War Two." Laurel realized. "You're a murderer!" 

"No, I'm simply one hell of a brother." The man admitted. "My name is Sebastian Michaelis, and I'm here to take you somewhere."

Brother? Michaelis? That's impossible! Laurel thought, unable to understand what was happening. "I don't have a brother, or a family." 

"Laurel, if you think about it, I've always been there. Especially when you needed me most." Sebastian promised. 

"Then where were you when I was alone, crying, and scared?" Laurel cried. "Real family would never let this happen to me!" 

Sebastian replied, "Everything will be answered in due time." He extended one hand, with a reassuring face. "Would like to come with me or not?" 

Laurel hesitated, but she did need answers. All though not all of them could be answered by him. Laurel dropped the blade, and approached her brother. Scared, unsure, but there was something in his eyes. It seemed like, caring, and pain. All she knew for sure, was that anywhere was better than here.