Nephilim and the Nun

Chapter 1: •Prologue•

My eyes shot to the two men beside me and they met my gaze. With a curt nod of my head, they crept

from their positions beside me to the bushes about five steps to my right, taking up positions there. I

scanned our surroundings before crawling to the bushes a few feet to my left. Plopping my sniper's rifle

to the ground, I aimed it at our supposed enemies, viewing my target from the scope of the rifle. My

shot had to be perfect to lessen the impending chaos. I had no doubt the Russian's were baiting us.

One wrong move and we'd be down.

I kept my eyes focused on my target through the scope, waiting for the right moment to attack. The flies

hovering around my face didn't make it any easier. Courtesy of the mud we'd used as a disguise to

blend in with the bushes. A particularly stubborn one danced around my nose, moving gracefully

towards my nostril. I exhaled a gush of air hoping it'd be enough to blow it in another direction but it

didn't. I shook my head a little to get rid of it. That seemed to have work.

Lowering my eyes to the scope, I viewed my target, aiming at his forehead. His face was towards my

direction, a grin etched on it displaying his crooked teeth. The moment had presented itself. My eyes

zeroed in on him, my fingers moving towards the trigger. As soon as I pulled it, pain ricocheted through

me as though the shot I'd fired returned to me. The effect of what I realized was a bullet that had

penetrated me was so fast that the last thing I saw was my head hitting the grass, total darkness taking

over.

Mild murmuring from multiple voices filtered into my ears. The voices were loud enough for me to make

out how close the owners were to me. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see who they were.

Standing to my right was Garrett, one of my men. Beside him was Gary, his twin brother. They were still

in their uniforms but it appeared they'd had a bath because their uniforms were clean, compared to the

ones we've been crawling around in.

I was aware another man was standing behind me but I couldn't tell who he was. When I tried to turn in

the unknown man's direction was when I noticed I was chained to the chair. My eyes snapped to the

twins in a questioning look but all I got from them was a smirk.

"What happened? Why Am I chained?". I questioned in a stern voice, angered by their carefree smirks.

"Soon Quinn. Soon, you'll find out". Garrett replied, smirking.

Whatever it was that I'd find out wasn't going to be nice. That I could tell from the sheepish looks on

their faces.

"Who's behind me?".

"A friend of yours". Gary replied, smiling.

"If you're a friend as they've said, how about you show your face?". I growled out, not finding whatever

game they were up to funny.

All I got in response was a chuckle from whoever it was that was behind me.

"Aren't you supposed to be out there facing the Russians?". I gritted out, trying my best to keep my

irritation at bay.

Again, they cackled loudly like I'd said something hilarious. That snapped the last bit of control in me. I

struggled to break the chains but my body wouldn't obey. Ignoring the sudden weakness that had to

seem to descend upon me, I tried again but I couldn't as much as clench my fists talk more of breaking

chains.

Meanwhile, the trio laughed at my attempts. I was still at a loss of what was so hilarious to them till I

heard the words.

"You'll need the little strength left in you to be able to survive the warding sigil. Save it". The man

behind me spoke.

On hearing his words, I stilled, blood draining from my face.

How did he know of the warding sigil and how it can harm me? I wondered.

Footsteps echoed in the room as he made his way from my back, rounding the chair to stand opposite

me. That was when I saw him. General Gonzalez.

"Quinn, Quinn, Quinn". He called my name, stressing it playfully. "Nice to meet you again". He smirked.

All I did was to stare at him intently, with an expressionless gaze.

In all the years I've been on the armed forces, he was one man I didn't get along with. Some saw him

as a good man of dignity and integrity but the truth was that he was nothing but a cunning fellow, ruled

by his love for money and good names.

"For a man as brave and intelligent as you are, who knew it'd be so easy to get you out the way". He

spoke, grinning. "If I'd known holy water was the weapon, I'd have destroyed you a long time ago". He

added.

My jaw clenched from rage. It was obvious he knew who I was. How he found out, I couldn't tell. The NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

pain I'd felt before I passed out made sense. Someone had shot at me with a bullet that was dipped in

holy water

"What. do. you. want?".

"Getting rid of you is enough". He laughed out loud, along with the two men beside me.

I glanced at them, meeting their eyes before returning my gaze to the General.

"You'll be gone, Quinn. To a place where your death will be slow and torturous. It might even take years

but the important thing is, you won't be coming back. Neither will you survive it". As he said the words,

his voice was hard and cold. I did not doubt that he meant every word he'd said.

"You can't get rid of me, Gonzalez".

"Really?". He cocked a brow in amusement. He snapped his fingers and I heard the booming of a gun,

pain traveling through my body as another bullet dripping with holy water penetrated my chest.

The effect of the pain paralyzed my entire body, draining all physical strength off me. I relaxed into the

chair, numbness taking over. The trio cackled at their triumph.

"Take him away". He commanded.

The twins stepped forwards, saluted me in mockery before proceeding to unchain me. Thereafter, they

lifted me from the chair and dragged me towards a waiting truck. Dumping me at the trunk of the truck

they locked it. The truck sped off as darkness descended upon me.