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It was kind of boring, Jaune had to admit. Being laid up in the house, feeling a little bit helpless with his side bandaged up like that, and your partner coming over once or twice, so as not to swamp him too much with her presence, was a thing. It was also not fair that the damage had only come through later, with half of his side swelling up like a melon, the side-effects of getting shot sadly having left him a little bit more frustrated with things. A minor crack in his rib, which had swollen the tissue around it.
The doorbell rang, before he waited, not sure whether Glynda was there or whether it was someone else, the sound of the door unlocking and a warm breeze coming through the window, as the heat was turning on outside, warmth and not-great-heat making it a little more troublesome than he would have liked, hearing the sound of someone coming in, seeing an unexpected sight.
“Good morning, officer. I’m helping sister Lucy.”
Red hair, a casual set of leggings and a nice brown jacket over a red blouse, the teenage girl that had a name starting with P, if he remembered it right, her red hair done up in a light ponytail, with a nice set of earrings, Jaune offering her a wink, as sister Lucy swept in, the habit that she wore perfect, as she looked him over, nodding once at the sight. A basket was within her hand, full of what looked to be groceries.
“You’re looking like Jesus saved you, Officer Arc. You know, the salvation that He offers is one that will guide His angels towards the space where the souls of those lost are found, and the sweet bounty of eternal mercy is granted to those who repent… But for now, I am here to cleanse your den of sin. Good idea, right?”
Jaune couldn’t disagree with that, giving a thumbs-up, wincing at the pain of that motion. Getting shot sucked, even with a bulletproof vest.
“Sure, I don’t mind having the Lord on my side, and a cute little redheaded angel guardian, yep. With that cute look, who wouldn’t want two beauties to clean his home, right?”
The girl blushed, reddening at the little flirty comment, as sister Lucy only modestly smiled, Jaune once more wondering whether there was something with his face, as P-something seemed to have a little moment to herself, a small hesitant look on her face, before sister Lucy opened the curtains.
“Rise and shine, as the Lord cometh. Let there be light, God said, and there was light.”
Jaune blinked a little, aware of how sudden the light had come, Sister Lucy’s face showing that hint of something in the morning glint of the light, as Pyrrha took the basket, before pulling out something.
“You really didn’t have to, Sister Lucy.”
She smiled at him, a sweet and bright smile, her eyes glinting, as she brushed a hand over the hood, her gaze drawn over him, as if scanning for something that she was looking for.
“Oh, you are someone cherished. A protective guardian angel for those daring souls that dare to tread within the dens of vice, good and just, a defender of the weak and the vulnerable. I do not think your plight is any lesser than that of Daniel, who was thrown within the lion’s den with ill portents in the future.”
He didn’t think he was going to be surrounded by lions at any time in the near future. The worst thing that would be surrounding him was comfortable bedding, Glynda maybe coming around and hanging out, helping him with stuff…
‘Now there’s a beautiful woman…’
He hadn’t really dared to say it to her, but he was glad that he had managed to spring her free from her perilous situation. There was nothing to his mind that would have been worse than reporting that an officer had been downed, and the weird freak that’d shot him… well, she was in a better place, a hot and fiery place.
It served her right, since she was trying to hurt his partner, who was a brave, wonderful woman.
‘I serve and protect.’
Not that it made the world a bit brighter, but he was at least trying to make a difference.
“I don’t think I’ll be surrounded by anything other than cats, Sister Lucy. You don’t have to worry about that, since I am pretty sure that I’m no lion-tamer.”
There was only a small smile on the nun’s lips, before she lightly brushed a hand over the redhead’s side.
“Pyrrha is a very kind young lady, offering her services to help a little sister of the faith out. She is not in need of assistance, but should you ever need it, the Lord always is but a single thought away, as she knows.”
‘Her name was Pyrrha, yeah…’
He remembered that, and Pyrrha blushed.
“It’s just… Mister Arc is trying to teach us how to be better, and… and I think that he’s a nice man, who got injured… It was quite shocking to hear that our instructor was disabled by some vile thug who shot him.”
Jaune could understand that. He wasn’t particularly fond of getting shot at.
“I’ll be fine. It was just a little injury, I’ve gotten worse.”
He would be right up and at them if he was released to full service again. Glynda got a few weeks off, and he was on the way towards recovery.
He’d gotten his leg broken when he’d fallen from the tree, after all. Here he was, getting some eighteen-year-old girl trying to counsel him on his worries, Sister Lucy smiling kindly and then going into one of the cupboards and pulling out a plate.
“Could you hand me the fish, Pyrrha? I don’t want to give him nothing like the mere bread of the Christ. The Lord provided fish and bread for the hungry masses, as he walked amongst them, preaching his word.”
Jaune could tell that Sister Lucy truly believed, as Pyrrha handed what seemed to be some smoked fish, her eyes glancing at him for a moment, before Sister Lucy quickly furnished the sandwich with the fish, using some salt and spice to spice it up, before spreading something over it.
“The salt of the earth, and the kernels of mustard to soothe the hunger of the one guarding the laws, as we are but daughters of Christ the Lord and Saviour… Please, eat up. I will be cleaning your toilet. It is a humble duty for a humble sister, after all. You may feed him, should he need to be fed.”
The sandwich was cut by Pyrrha, holding out the plate for him to take, her green eyes meeting with his for a moment, as she backed away immediately, as she handed him the plate.
“So… Did you… did you protect someone?”
Jaune nodded. He remembered the fear that he had felt, and the victory that he had been so close to feel. Glynda was someone who bore a lot upon her shoulders, giving the redhead a small smile as he bit into the sandwich. A delightful taste of fish with the salt and the mustardseed that had been sprinkled over it, and the bread deliciously tough to bite into.
“My partner. She was… She was abducted by some sick monster, and… well, sometimes you get hurt whilst you’re protecting someone. Would’ve done it again, for anyone. That’s what being a cop is all about. Protecting the community from scum and assholes that come to bother you… but you’re a good girl, aren’t you? Coming to visit an injured man who got shot, helping out the sister.”
Pyrrha sat herself down, glancing at him a few times.
“I wish I could be brave like you. Headmistress Salem is intimidating and Sister Lucy is… she’s intimidating as well, even if she’s not as old as the Headmistress is.”
Jaune gave an encouraging smile, as the girl looked shy. He was only a few years- well, probably about six years, older than her. Ruby and Yang had been younger than him too, and the pale-haired girl that he’d had before…
“Well, you’re on the road. You’ve come to a cop’s home with a nun, and I’ve gotten food… You’re not trying to poison me, are you?”
Pyrrha’s face went pale, as she waved her hand.
“No poison, no, I didn’t- I didn’t, I don’t want to go to jail.”
Jaune gave a broad smile, knowing that he could tease the girl a bit.
“Oh, you’re just the tender age where we can put you in a nice cell, a sweet girl like you is going to be just great for us cops to look at- No, no, I was just joking. You don’t need to go and worry about anything, we’d at worst send you to the Headmistress with a warning about what you did. That’s how the Captain likes to run the place.”
The door opened and sister Lucy poked her head in.
“Where are the cleaning supplies? I do not know the layout of your house well enough.”
‘Ah, that would track.’
“Down the cupboard, behind the collection of cups… Thanks a bunch. I don’t know how I’d manage otherwise.”
Sister Lucy smiled.
“You may console my weary little companion, officer. I don’t think that you will guide her badly, for it is sin that I am wreathed in as a mere creature of the Lord, without the firmness of a man to guide… I’ll leave you be for now. Be a good Christian, Pyrrha. The Lord is watching.”
Pyrrha went beet red, Jaune laughing at the sight, knowing that he probably struck a slightly less gallant pose with his body being laid down, with the trappings of a sick man.
“I’m sure that there’s a place for you here… So, speak your mind, if you wish.”
Pyrrha looked down at her hands, still a little shy about it, no doubt.
“Ah… I’ve… I’ve been performing well in my classes, Officer. You’re… You’re a highlight of the day. Like it was fate, or God, sending you to me.”
Jaune could do his best to make her feel better.
“That’s what I’m here for- eh, not on the God sent me, part. I don’t think God, or Jesus, would like to see me.”
The sweet smile on her lips was like the ray of light at dawn, Jaune thought, as her eyes swept up, her hand tucking a strand of that long red hair behind an ear.
“That’s the type of person I’d like to see… I… I have a friend, a close friend. She’s in trouble with some people, and there’s a lot of expectations on her… Can… can I trust you?”
Jaune smiled, lightly tapping his chest, giving a thumbs-up.
“I got no stake in any of the games that girls play among themselves, young lady, and my sisters always called me just one of the girls… Until I went to the police academy and graduated, so… If you need to talk, us adults are willing to talk.”
Pyrrha was such a bright young lady.
It wouldn’t be too bad.
It was the heavy, dreadful feeling in her chest that woke her, as she opened her eyes again, staring at the ceiling, the heavy smell of liquor in the air. Three bottles, she knew, had been sacrificed, the sounds of gunfire again sounding through her head.
‘I feel like shit…’
She was sure that she had at least thought to get naked before getting into bed, her head raising from the comfortable spot that she’d found it in, to look at the glass that stood on her bedside stand.
‘I probably look like shit too. Shower… I need a shower.’
She only felt the cold shower hit her when she’d been under it for almost a minute, fogged mind telling her that moving wasn’t the best option right now, as she let the water heat up, knowing that her dreams had been haunted, the sight of him downed like that, another life…
‘Would you be the same girl like he was, Harmony?’
A bright and cheerful smile, wiped away because of some fat fuck with a gun, some fat fuck that had dared to…
“It’s just a routine thing, Glynda…”
It hadn’t been routine. It hadn’t been normal, or a thing. She exited the shower and dried herself off, turning the knob to turn the water off, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she looked at herself, hair loose, her eyes red-rimmed, no doubt from the alcohol and the disturbed sleep.
Blossoming flowers of red, bursting into brilliant red splatters. A scream, before he went down.
Terrible feelings in her chest, as she knew that he would be better, but she’d failed him again. She’d failed her partner again, and as she made her way down to the kitchen, she glanced at the picture.
“Please, curb your enthusiasm… It’s a dirty job but someone has to do it. You won’t get any better if you just skip ahead through the queue and decide that it’ll be a shootout.”
Her partner had died.
Her new partner had nearly died.
‘Shape up, Glynda. You’re a woman! He’s a… a boy.’
Twenty-four. A sharp set of blue eyes, with that warmth and care that only someone that was selfless could have. Eyes that she remembered, when she’d been young once…
Harmony, suggesting that they’d go for a coffee.
Jaune, getting them a donut… pack.
He sure liked his sweets, whilst she liked the bitterness of coffee.
“You’re being silly, Glynda.”
She said that aloud, her voice startling her, trying to feel like her heart wasn’t beating faster, knowing that she was definitely too old for him. She was already a decade older, at least. She was… She was still…
‘James never would give me the time of day…’
A cold man, with more heart for the country than for her. A heart that beat like steel, but with the blood of oil and cool reasoning.
She served the people, not as a general, but as a police officer. A woman, and…
“It’s…”
She looked at the bottle, half-opened. It was warm now, the spirits within were warm, as she reached out, seizing the bottle’s neck and then lifting it up, smelling the rich flavor. She shouldn’t drink and drive… nor should she actually drive, but…
‘Does it help?’
She remembered that she was going to go and visit Jaune, that she’d have her own moment to care for her partner, whilst he was recovering from the stresses of being shot. Pampering a young man like that…
A wife would pamper her husband, if they were husband and wife.
There was nothing that would stop her from making sure that he wouldn’t become a Harmony, that there wouldn’t be red blooms on his chest, the scream in her throat never uttered, the despair of standing in front of a coffin.
‘I didn’t know. I should have been there, I should have done the housecall.’
She would be dead, not Harmony.
She raised the bottle and drank.
A boyish adult, Pyrrha figured, with that understanding smile on his face, whilst SIster Lucy had come with her, more or less out of oversight rather than the duty, as he animatedly told of a little tidbit of his past.
“... was completely out of bounds, but she got the prize. Did she get scolded afterwards? Hell yeah, but it was a story that we could tell to others. So… That friend of yours.”
Pyrrha glanced away.
She wanted to tell the truth, but she knew that it would be disappointment after disappointment, headline in the news after she failed.
She had always been talented, she had always had a winning streak in whatever she did. Disc throwing, javelin throw, the hundred-meter dash, the marathon…
The feeling of being touched, of remembering how it felt to hear that soft voice whisper in her ear that things were going to be alright, the guilt that she felt, because she hadn’t said no.
“She’s… She’s not someone who likes publicity.”
“Such a beautiful girl, Pyrrha… Don’t you think that it’s time for your massages?”
Hands touching, feeling her up, the smell of the deodorant, as she knew that it wasn’t a good feeling, the hands continuing to tease over her body. She had to say no at some point.
“It’s okay, we’re there for you. My husband, too, he likes how great you are. A beautiful flower, not burdened by any limitations… He was the Olympic candidate for the two-thousand Olympics, after all.”
“Then she can talk to me, if she has to, I’m a cop… well, not quite on-duty, but if someone’s feeling bad…”
He was so warm and kind, feeling the touches again, remembering how it felt to make the warmth burst through her body, the soft question that played through her mind. She was still not used to the touching, the woman’s fingers playing with her secret place whilst her husband watched.
It was wrong, it was not right, according to the scripture, but she knew that she had to tell someone.
“They’re someone who doesn’t really like to speak openly. She’s a private girl, who doesn’t like to bother people.”
She hated to bother people, knowing that bothering them firstly was the mark of someone that would be dismissed as a worrywart, even with her skill in athletics, her eyes glancing at him, seeing the blonde hair, the sweet and manly look in his eyes, as he didn’t seem to be tarnished by any thoughts that might be inappropriate, the sensation that he could be trusted rising.
“Well, I’m here to help. Tell me about her, Pyrrha.”
It had started a year ago. Coach Nancy and her husband, Coach Jim, two former athletics competitions, hired by the school, the Headmistress having invested money in getting their sports team up to snuff to compete in the nationals. It had been rough to adjust to a new schedule but the results had been worth it.
It had been the touches, the soft light touches to her nape, to her butt, to the soft folds of-
‘It was a mistake. Coach Nancy just liked to show me where I was… off.’
It had started with a kiss. It had started with a light kiss to her cheek by Coach Nancy and then, fondling. Touching. She had to be better or she would disappoint people, the stress had been something that had been building up.
“You’re such a good girl, such a good, obedient girl.”
The words had been like venom, running through her veins, her eyes looking hesitantly at the man, the adult, Sister Lucy never… quite being to the level where she could be trusted.
Pyrrha just had a hunch about the sister, something being off. There was too much feeling of off-ness that she couldn’t explain, as Pyrrha’s eyes glanced around his living room, a sweet, delicate touch…
A man.
He was a man, he would understand…
‘I feel sick… I feel so sick.’
Coach Jim couldn’t -
“Are you okay, Pyrrha? Can I get a glass of water?”
‘Oh!’
She startled and got up.
“Of course! Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t notice.”
He’d finished the sandwich that sister Lucy had made, and he must be thirsty. He had been injured, being the brave hero for someone and- and she had forgotten.
He smiled.
“Don’t worry, I’m a big boy. I can survive without water for a bit, I’m not that bad.”
Touching her, hearing the approval, as she felt something rub against her butt, Coach Nancy telling her to be still, as her husband ground himself between her thighs, letting that feeling sicken her…
‘He… he’s different.’
“I’ll get you a glass of water, I’m- I’ll be right back.”
She only noticed that she was trembling when she held the glass of water, her breathing ragged, as she knew that she had-
“Relax, Pyrrha.”
Hands lightly brushed over her shoulders, as Sister Lucy spoke up.
“You are talking about your worries with him, aren’t you? May God give you His grace, for the sinner and the sinful are to repent, lest they face eternal damnation… The Lord is your shepherd and you shall not want for anything, lost soul in search of salvation.”
Pyrrha was conflicted, but she could see the sense in it, as the woman was devout, though she doubted whether God was listening to her.
“I’ll… I’ll try, Sister Lucy. He is a man in need of aid. I am-”
Her neck was lightly pinched, as the woman spoke up.
“The sweet little lies that are spun by the devil are much sweeter than the light of God, which sobers and brings forth the wish for what is coming to the world… You would believe the lies, rather than the truth, as the Lord sent his angels to Sodom and Gomorrah.”
She sighed. She really didn’t know what to do, but Sister Lucy spoke in mysteries, through the lens of fate.
“You’re… You’re right, sister. God must be watching.”
The feeling of heaviness weighed upon her, but she could not speak up.
“Now, get him the water he needs to soothe his throat, as Zipporah did for Moses.”
The feeling of weight on her shoulders did not change, as she felt the warm touch of Sister Lucy upon her neck and shoulders.
“Ah… s-sure.”
Jaune wasn’t the brightest bulb in the lightshow, but he thought about the problem that Pyrrha had posed, seeing the conflicted look on her face, as she came back with a glass of water, Jaune smiling as she looked like she had been relieved, hearing the tap in the kitchen running, Sister Lucy no doubt busy with something to clean his toilet or the like, Pyrrha sitting down and placing the glass within easy reach for him.
“Thanks a bunch, Pyrrha. So, your friend…”
He felt protective, knowing that this girl was a good girl that wouldn’t be like the others, that Alternate chick that had been screaming like a wildcat before he’d given her some of the Black Loving Manhood that she’d been yelping about coming to mind, his expression serious, as he knew that he couldn’t do much, injured as he was.
“Does she need the long arm of the law to take care of someone that’s bullying her?”
If it was one of those girls who had been causing a ruckus ever since he’d come to work here, they’d know what was coming for them.
‘I can just about see that May chick going all ‘no whiteez’ or something bullshit like that…’
He didn’t think he should really deal with that, but he had a few friends in the background, knowing that Yang owed him one. She definitely should, because it had been close a few times…
‘Why do I care so much?’
Because he was someone who had vowed to protect the people.
‘I swear, if it’s some of those bitches, they’ll be in the back of my police car and driven right to…’
He wasn’t sure what he’d do, but he might have to spank them. Or give them what they obviously wanted, with that Chlorine chick having her whole mind-fuck weirdness… Girls should just be modest or cool, like Glynda was.
“I… I don’t know, officer. I’m… sir…”
He drank from the water, looking at the conflicted expression on her face, Jaune knowing that it would hardly be something for him to interfere with, but he knew very well that the wages of sin were weighed upon the end of one’s life… or something.
He wasn’t a theologian, but he knew the bible. Sister Lucy quoted it often, after all.
“If someone is bothering you, Pyrrha, I want to help. The least I can do is send the SWAT team to scare the living daylights out of them.”
The logistics of that would be hard to get straightened out, it was a gross breach of authority and such, but it was for the benefit of a girl who was obviously struggling with something.
“It’s…”
She hesitated, Jaune could tell, as she looked away from him, not addressing him, letting him see that hesitant side of hers.
“I don’t need help, my friend is just caught up in her busy schedule. I think she wants to do something else… b-but I don’t know how to deal with that.”
Jaune supposed that he’d have to go and think about the situation, Sister Lucy poking her head into the living room.
“Could you go to the store to fetch me some new Mr Clean, Pyrrha? Officer Arc is all out, so you’re going to have to get to the store to fetch some. Here’s some money to buy it, and could you also get something nice for the evening meal? It is proper that he eats his fill, as the Good Lord said that you should.”
Pyrrha looked hesitant, before getting up.
“O-of course.”
Yang’s eyes opened, and her body felt sore and tired, fingers tracing over the side of her neck, the dream still roaming through her mind, as she groaned, her back aching.
‘Yeah, I don’t really want that…’
It had been bad enough that she hadn’t had a good night’s rest ever since coming to the Cathedral, Sister Lucy being perfectly nice, but the withdrawal effects were starting to become… problematic.
Sister Lucy was out right now, as she had said that something was to be done with an errant member of the flock, and Yang dressed herself, a short white blouse with a leopard-print bra underneath it, a short skirt that showed off her legs, and some thigh-high kneesocks, as her fingers brushed through her hair.
‘I’ll have… I’ll have some time.’
Her skin was itching and crawling, as she knew that it was just the withdrawal.
“I’ll… go for a walk. It’ll be just a walk, and…”
She felt the fire burn in her veins…
Thirty minutes later, her smile was like that of a harlot, as Sister Lucy tended to say, lightly touching a man’s arm.
“Hey there, big guy… I’ll make it worth your while, if you’ll come with me.”
She needed it.
Jaune watched Sister Lucy move, once Pyrrha had left, a quiet little voice in the back of his mind speaking up, as she seemed to have no hurry, smoothing her clothes out a little.
“You must be tired, officer… You saved the woman in distress, and yet, the Lord tests you even more… A friend, she spoke of, and I know her well…”
Jaune felt a pressure, as he winced. Still, his side was tender still, and moving around still hurt, since it had been a wound that had really hurt, letting Sister Lucy speak.
“The sinners are all around us, Officer Arc. You will not know them by their look, but the sins they commit against themselves are worthy of damnation… Usury, adultery, addiction, craving… Violence against the self, to bring forth that unending desire within their hearts for more financial gain…”
Jaun4e was remembering Yang, and he hoped that she was alright.
“Is Yang doing alright?”
Sister Lucy’s face turned a shade darker in the minute expressions, as her gaze lowered.
“A lost lamb that no longer wishes to seek the comfort of the herd, the sheepherder’s guardianship banished for the thrills of a soft and sweet pleasure…”
He felt sleepy, as he could hear a beeping, sounding faintly like his phone, set to receive personal messages, nodding off, as Sister Lucy got up.
“Rest well, oh valiant guardian of the laws… Damnation does not come for you, oh brave child of Man. When you wake, I will be gone and she will be returning to you… There are those who stray from the path of God, and I am but a humble woman who saves their souls.”
Pyrrha looked at the selection of wares, trying to figure out whether there would be something a little bit more filling than just a sandwich for Officer Arc. They were here on a day off, after all, to give aid to the man who was in need, Pyrrha wondering about the feeling of loss that she felt, as she could see a blonde girl strutting through the store, her face not seen, but her proportions very much like Yang… a… friend.
‘Do I worry for you?’
An older man was having his hand on her side, and Pyrrha felt caught between indecision, her heart beating faster, before she felt a touch to her side.
“Good afternoon, Pyrrha. Funny seeing you here on this side of town.”
‘Oh!’
Coach Nancy, looking at her with those eyes that told her that it wasn’t good enough, stood there, dressed in a nice and comfortable-looking shirt, a set of shorts and a branded shopping bag on her arm, Pyrrha seeing Coach Jim come from around a corner, his eyes looking her over and a smile coming to his lips, Pyrrha feeling gooseflesh shoot up her back, as she almost shuddered.
“I’m shopping for someone, Coach Nancy. I was-”
Coach Jim approached, Pyrrha feeling the fear shoot through her. She hadn’t expected this, as the man came closer, her eyes flickering to his crotch, where the bulge already showed.
‘I don’t want this… someone, help me. I’m-’
Coach Nancy’s finger slid over her side, as the woman leaned close to her.
“Oh, how about you come to our home? I’m sure that we can have a nice cup of tea together. You know Jim, always willing to go and help you with your times… Headmistress Salem is such a wonderful woman, always looking at the performance that you have and suggesting us for your personal training. You should thank her.”
Pyrrha couldn’t speak, her throat choked, seeing the blonde girl that definitely was Yang going to the checkout counter, lilac eyes meeting hers, but not responding.
‘God, please, I’m- I don’t want to be with the two of them alone, please, send me someone, something- an angel, or something-’
She didn’t want to, but the pressure, it was getting to be too much for her, as she choked on empty air, not able to speak, panic surging, as she looked at Coach Jim, who smiled.
“You’re the best girl I know, Pyrrha. We can go for a nice lap when we’re at the house, we’ve got a treadmill and Nancy just loves visitors.”
They would touch her again, they would touch her again and-
“Oh, Pyrrha, you’re here. Hello there, Mister and Misses West, I hope you two are doing well? Pyrrha, I sent you to buy some Mr Clean and something for the hungry stomach, I was getting worried.”
The hand on her side disappeared, as Coach Nancy’s features seemed to groom themselves into something that would be polite, her eyes glinting with that irritation that Pyrrha had noticed before.
“Oh, it’s just a little shopping trip. Jim likes to go and buy some snacks, and we ran into our dearest student here… She’s going to be an Olympic medalist in the future, I just know it.”
Pyrrha felt relief, as the husband and wife left, sister Lucy giving her a small smile, as she indicated the food that Pyrrha was looking at, the meat section close by.
“How about you cook him some gyros, Pyrrha? The good Lord does not let His servants go hungry, and know… If you have issues, you can always find me. The Lord works in mysterious ways, after all.”
She didn’t know, but she was now committed, as sister Lucy placed her hand on her side, before leaning closely to her.
“There is no sin in aiding an enforcer of the law with his trials and tribulations, Pyrrha. You are as God intended you and when the darkness comes, you shall not walk through it alone, for He is with you.”
That sounded like something out of the bible and Pyrrha felt relief go through her, before her voice came from her lips.
“Let’s… Let’s make him some food that he’d like. He’s… He’ll need to be out there, policing the people, right?”
A demure smile on sister Lucy’s face, before someone cleared her throat behind the two of them.
“Lucy, Miss Nikos… What a surprise to see you here.”
Imperious and imposing, the headmistress stood there, her eyes looking like two beacons of ruby red, her gaze directed down at Pyrrha, who felt the heat burst in her cheeks, her eyes glancing away, as she was impressed by the gaze that was leveled upon her.
“Headmistress… I am here to escort Pyrrha, so that we may-”
The woman’s voice was cut off with a simple gesture, as Salem held up her shopping basket.
“You will go forth and care to the lost lambs of the flock, Sister Lucy. You…”
There was a heavy, pregnant pause, before Salem spoke in a lower voice.
“Your father would want to meet you again to speak. Prepare yourself.”
The older woman was domineering and stern, but Lucy’s eyes lowered.
“Of course, Headmistress. You… you can tell Father that I will be available.”
Salem moved close, and there was a soft, spoken language between the two of them, making
"Non es proles mea, etsi pater tuus videre te cupit, ego autem repulsa sum."
The words sounded Latin, Sister Lucy responding quietly as she lowered her head.
"Quia post me venit et homo fuit?"
Pyrrha felt nervous, the headmistress’ eyebrow raising, before she responded, almost mournfully.
"Personam non accipio. Filius meus pulcher erat cum natus est, et tu quoque lumen clarum es. Ecclesiae humanitatis servís, Lucia."
The older woman’s words did not stop Sister Lucy from showing visible emotion, as her eyes looked down.
"Scio, scio. Peccata mea magna sunt, sed pater me videbit. Vere laboro ut paeniteam pro peccatis meis, sperans misericordiam eius."
Sister Lucy’s voice trembled, as if she were talking, the language something that Pyrrha wondered whether it was latin or something else, her eyes going between the two, the similar features making her wonder what was being said, before Sister Lucy bowed her head very briefly.
“I must leave. I will see you at the Cathedral, Headmistress Salem. Please, feed Officer Arc good food, Pyrrha.”
Pyrrha didn’t know, but sister Lucy sounded resigned, and Headmistress Salem spoke up.
“Go with god, sister. Credo in te, Lucia. ”
Pyrrha could see the sister’s back straighten a little, before Salem spoke up in a deliberate, stern voice.
“You heard nothing, Miss Nikos… Sister Lucy and I have… history .”
Just the tone alone made Pyrrha shiver, as she nodded quickly, going for some of the gyros strips and then lightly bowing her head in respect.
“I’ll have to feed the sick and the injured, ma’am. S-see you when classes start?”
The woman smiled briefly, a mercurial, twisted smile that lingered on her lips.
“Perhaps. I look forward to seeing you reach the sky, Miss Nikos. You can do it, I believe in your capacity to reach that height. Heaven, as we all say, is but a single leap away.”
A small smile, before the older woman gave a mild chuckle, her imposing bosom bouncing a little.
“Unless you mean the city of Heaven, down the state… That’s quite a trip away.”
Pyrrha had heard of that one, but it wasn’t that much of a hotspot for people ever since the manufacturing industry had moved away.
“Have a pleasant day, Miss Nikos. Until we meet again.”
She had to prepare food for an injured man, Pyrrha knew, so she should focus.
‘They… Maybe God does send an angel to save those who are in need…’
It had just been simple coincidence, no doubt. Sister Lucy had sent her towards the supermarket and would have known that she was there, not without at least doubting things. Mister Arc, no, Officer Arc, needed someone to cook for him because his torso looked swollen and bruised, and there had been bandages.
‘He requires someone to care for him.’
It was a bit of solace in her trials.
Jaune smelled the good smell of something being cooked that definitely would make a guy happy, hearing the sizzling of the pan and then trying to form a good coherent sentence to start the conversation with.
‘Hey, are you being bullied or is something wrong?’
He mentally shook his head, pushing that one away. It wasn’t good to be too out of left field and ask whether she had trouble with some other students because she was good at sports or something…
“Jaune, do you have soy sauce?”
The redheaded teen in his kitchen asked and Jaune tried to think about whether he still had some soy sauce.
“I don’t know, check the upper cabinet? I don’t think so, but I don’t know…”
He was sure that Pyrrha was being bullied. He could only do something if he knew about it, and that was definitely something that he would strive to end, because she was a dear girl…
‘I should take a shower…’
He had been laid down for most of the time, but moving his arm too much hurt like a bitch, so he hadn’t really done more than go to infrequently, wincing through the pain of wiping his butt, and that meant that he would have no time other than the worries that shot through him for the people he kind of liked.
Glynda was top of the list, even if she was married and unavailable, knowing that she definitely had her own story to tell, but this sweet and innocent redhead was being tormented by something, he could just feel it.
“I found some! Thanks for the help, I’ll be done soon with your food, Jaune- Officer.”
Jaune didn’t really stand on titles, as he felt like shifting his thoughts, the TV program currently on telling him about how there had been drug addicts dying in the sewers or something…
Jaune’s mind turned to Yang, as he remembered that she too had a drug problem…
‘I hope she’s alright…’
Yang staggered, feeling the cum drip down her thighs, another guy’s hand wrapping around her tit, and the offer being given, as she wanted to get the cash, so she could get another hit, her breast sore, marked and scuffed from being roughly pushed against the wall.
‘I just need a bit more… A little bit more, it’s just a little bit more…’
Fire was curling through her veins, burning through her system, like a hellish blaze, as she moaned loudly.
“Easy there, big guy… It’ll be fifty for a hand with that, and ninety for a pussy-pocket… Blows are sixty.”
Her body was beautiful, sweet and yet so cheap, but she needed that high. It was hellfire and brimstone through her veins, burning and corroding her sense of self, knowing that the scratching wouldn’t stop.
‘I’ve been having nightmares…’
Stupid church woman, stupid religious shit, she didn’t need anything…
“Sure thing, doll… Let me get you something to enjoy, a long time.”
She giggled for the pleasure of the customer, her attention directed towards the alleyway, knowing that this would be a payout. A pretty woman was never an unwanted guest, so she would get enough, to get another shot of that high…
It was nearly the evening, after all… When it got dark, you could walk the streets without being judged.
As the sun sank, Yang felt herself growing bolder, yet another load inside her, the condoms skipped, because she needed this.
‘I need enough, I need enough… the strong stuff. It stops when I take the strong stuff.’
The sun set on Yang’s life, a bright, brief ball of fire, making its way into the horizon, as she got to her dealer, walking off with what she needed.
‘Just… just a bit of water…’
She walked into one of the supermarkets, aware of her attire getting some looks, but she wasn’t swallowing pills dry, as she got a can of soda, paying for it with a few dollar bills, and then walking towards the park, the moon starting to rise.
‘Just a girl relaxing a little bit…’
She could take the happy pill and be happy, to stop the ache within her body.
Downing it with the soda, the sharp carbonated drink making her almost throw up, clearly having gotten some off-label crap, realizing that it had been a beer, rather than soda, something that fizzled and popped, as the pill slid down into her stomach, her eyes closing, a shiver shooting down her spine at the senses that were being dulled, the aching and burning going away.
‘I’m… I’m happy.’
She could just float away on that happy cloud.
He ate slowly, watching her with that look that told her that something was on his mind, and he spoke up only after the last gyros bun that she’d made for him was finished, his blue eyes beautiful.
“You’re… You’ve got trouble, don’t you?”
The feeling of fear shot through her, but her face was passive and placid, the well-groomed smile on her face never faltering.
“I’m… maybe a bit with school, but there’s nothing wrong with me.”
He was handsome, muscular, a wounded man that had rescued someone in peril, yet harmed whilst he had done so, the roguish good looks making her heartbeat grow faster, as she breathed out, letting her breath slither out like a serpent.
“If there is… Will you trust me, Pyrrha? I’m trying to help. You girls are young, you don’t need to worry about stuff that us adults can handle. I’m… I’m here to help.”
The doorbell rang and Pyrrha got up, seeing Jaune not being able to get up so swiftly, her eyes glancing to him before she went to open the door, seeing his partner come, the woman’s green eyes coolly regarding her behind the glasses.
“Ah, you’re visiting, ma’am. Please come in, we were just finishing up dinner. Sister Lucy told me to stay with him, in order to ensure that he was taken care of.”
The womanly intuition that Pyrrha felt rising at the look of suspicion that the woman gave her, a blush appearing on her cheeks, as she guessed that it definitely was wrong to go and be found in the apartment of a single man, the woman’s eyebrow raising at her, clearly telling her that it was queer indeed that she’d be here.
“N-not in anything more, you can ask Sister Lucy about- I am just here on her orders, not to- to-”
She was beet red, imagining the handsome man needing a hand with washing himself, the woman’s voice cool and a little chilly.
“I would hope not, Miss… Nikos. I would hope not. There is no place in his bed for a young woman, especially whilst he is not well. I am lucky to have only come away with bruises, whilst he broke a rib… Given that there is an obviously injured man here, I had opted to come and give him a hand.”
The woman looked imposing, even with the tight white blouse that showed just how massive that chest of hers was, as the sharp green eyes bored into her own, a gulp from her lips, before she let out a little whisper, as the woman’s eyes bored into hers.
“Please, stand aside to let me enter. I am here for a visit, after all.”
‘Oh!’
She couldn’t stop herself from growing more embarrassed, as the woman passed her by and she could smell some perfume, a fragrant, flowery perfume that smelled like a mixture of wildflowers and something that was alcoholic, as the blonde police officer walked past, into the living room.
“Hello there, Jaune. It’s been a bit, but I’m here, figuring that we could eat something with the wonderful power of takeout… but you seem to be hoarding a girl here with a beautiful red mane of hair and a blush…. Should I be arresting you for indecency, hmm?”
Pyrrha blushed even deeper, making her way towards her almost-abandoned food, seeing the response from Jaune forthcoming, the warm smile on his face telling her that he was taking it as a joke.
“Only if I’m naked, and you’ve got your police badge with you, Glynda. Now, I wouldn’t say no to some takeout a little while later, since I think you’ll be staying here for a while. Pyrrha was telling me about her problems, so now you get to help her out too. A win-win situation for you, yep.”
The smile tugging on the woman’s lips was enough, as she sighed.
“Well, I suppose I can lend an ear.”
The pressure on her was real, as the two adults looked at her, Pyrrha feeling like a child in front of the two of them.
“So… What seems to be the problem, Pyrrha?”
He tried again, and Pyrrha knew that she couldn’t trust him with the problems that she had. Coach Nancy and Coach Jim would not want to have their treatment be exposed, nor would it be something that she could openly talk about, as they were both Olympic contestants, skilled in their own fields. She was just a new up-and-comer, so it wouldn’t be something that she could bring to the two of them.
“It’s… it’s nothing much, really. Just… Just a friend I’m worrying about, she’s going down a path… Drugs, I… I think.”
She couldn’t be sure, but Yang must’ve been at the supermarket to get something, with a strange older guy…
‘I don’t know…’
“I… I should go back though. I might be late, people might worry. School day soon, you know?”
It was a fib and Officer Ironwood noticed, the woman arching her brow lightly, before she gave Jaune a glance, but didn’t say much.
“Thanks for the food, Pyrrha. I’ll take you out for a meal sometime too, okay? I eh…”
Officer Ironwood cleared her throat.
“You are going on a ‘date’ with me, Jaune. I am not to be denied so easily.”
It was probably for the best that she left.
She wasn’t going to be a bother to these two adults, after all.
Glynda looked at the young man who had rescued her, sitting in his comfortable chair, the markings of stiffness being visible in every little jerk that he made when his wound ached. She was fine, since she had only lost her pride, her shame… and slightly more, but she could only feel that caring inside her.
“You’re in need of a shower, Jaune. I can’t go and let you be a dirty boy.”
It wasn’t that needed, but she couldn’t halt her actions, before her eyes glanced at him, the pants that he wore a casual set of joggers, making for a nice soft set, as her arm pulled him up gently.
“Aww… It’s… It’s nice, thanks. Kind of like having a mom here, or a girlfriend.”
She…
She was so old in comparison with him.
‘Harmony would have been a nice, spunky girl, ready to show him that he was a good boy, not an old woman like me. There was nothing that I can do to firm his resolve… or to make things go well…’
Why she had worn the damn lingerie was beyond her, pulling on a blouse that would at least hide the stark white lingerie from sight by blending in, his smile infectious, as he spoke so casually.
“Don’t think I’m going to wash your bottom or spank it, young man. I’m… I’m helping out the man who helped me out of a very tight situation.”
She was indebted, and she knew that he needed help. Her body’s needs were secondary to that, as she looked at his face, before she helped him into the bathroom.
“Well, I’m-”
His pants were down in a little tug, Glynda looking at the other bits, before she sighed.
“Please, be very careful in pulling the shirt off. You are injured, Jaune.”
It was boring to be at your own house for so long, the alcohol that she’d taken before she’d made the drive over to his house giving her courage, as she slowly stripped him, taking a long moment to look at his crotch, the shaft of flesh half-hard…
‘Big man…’
She was too old for him, she knew that a fresh little rose like Pyrrha Nikos would probably be better, or someone the age of Sister Lucy, not someone who had… who had issues in her own life.
“Well, get under the shower spray, Jaune. I’m going to scrub your back and make sure you look halfway presentable.”
She was a dirty woman, looking at his back muscles, before he stood under the shower, her own blouse tugged open, pale breasts undone from their binding, as she watched him carefully, waiting for that moment where he might turn around.
“The water’s nice…”
He muttered, and she altered the knobs a little to make it a little hotter, before she slid her underwear down.
“Don’t be silly, you need to be washed properly. I’ll be gracious and help you out.”
His broad back, standing there like some mark of masculinity, recalling the night that they’d spent together, as her fingers slid over the muscles, the bones hard underneath them, as he looked like his fat percentage had gone down, more muscle than anything else, his voice muffled by the sound of the water coming down, a rushing sound that overpowered the other sounds, as he raised his head, letting the water wash over him.
“Thanks, I’m-”
Her breasts pressed against that back, as she felt her fingers brush over the hips, knowing that he was definitely a young man with a libido, and not surprised to find him as stiff as stone, erect and thick.
‘It’s just to wash him…’
Her hand jerked fast, as she leaned heavily against him.
“Getting washed, Jaune, is to make you clean. Not to make advances on a cute little redheaded teenager who was there to care for you.”
He was already stiff, so she let her fingers squeeze that big hard cock, letting him gasp her name.
“Glynda.”
She felt in power, in control, a woman who could give a man something to feel a spark of joy, her fingers sliding over the spongy rock-hard head of his cock, a little groan from his lips drawing a cruel little smile from her lips.
“You were ogling that teenage girl, Jaune. Is that how a police officer should act towards a young lady? Thinking about those nice, firm breasts, those green eyes and her nice fiery red tresses, were you? This is a lot of evidence to that point, ‘Officer’ Arc.”
She sped the pace up, hearing him frustrated with her touches, as he gasped again, her tongue licking over his ear, as her hair was plastered to her skin, breathing in the smell of the shampoo that he had in his hair before, letting out a sweet little gasp, as she bumped her hips against his butt.
“That’s it, you can admit your guilt. You were thinking about stuffing this big bad thing into some tight teenage pussy, weren’t you?”
He groaned, loudly.
“Gl-Glyndahhh, I’m- I’m- You’re-”
He would never do anything with a teenager, of course. He was made of better moral fiber than that. If he put his penis- well, he technically could, since he wasn’t half the age of an eighteen-year-old, like she was, with a bit of liberty for the timing…
“That’s a shameful little thing, Jaune. Thinking about a hot little teenager who trusts you… That cock of yours is throbbing, thinking about that redhead… when there’s a nice, friendly older woman here.”
She was definitely a bit too drunk for her rational mind to consider what she was doing to be wrong, her voice husky, as her words continued to purr like the sweet symphony of pleasure that it was, as she rubbed her hard nipples against his back.
“Admit it, you were thinking about abusing your power, and letting out all of that cum inside her… You know that she would trust you to not abuse her trust, and you would, you naughty, sexy young man.”
She was too far into the haze of desire, realizing not that she was venting the thoughts, secret and forbidden, as her hand slid over that cock, letting him feel that pleasure burst out with every little thrust.
“Glynda- oh god, Glynda, you’re-”
She knew that she would have to press a little bit. That was what experience had taught her, as her fingers slid over that soft spongy head, teasing the urethra with her fingertip, letting him gasp and moan.
“I bet you think about bending Sister Lucy over a pew as well… You’re a horny bastard, Jaune. This cock, shoved right into her tight pussy… Hmmhm, are you going to cum? Cum for the woman that’s going to be watching your back.”
He thrust against her hand, letting out a guttural moan, deep and manly, as she didn’t let him, feeling that pulsating throb, and she slid past him, on both knees, lips wrapping around the head and then catching the first spurt of his seed, letting out a little hum as the hose was turned on and his salty seed blasted against the roof of her mouth, keeping her attention purely on how he enjoyed it, the water washing away all regrets and fears, as she just sucked hard on his cock.
“Glynda- oh god, Glynda, please- please- Nothing will come out.”
She pulled her lips off that manhood and looked up, before she felt doused by the cold truths of her reality, knowing that she’d slipped too far into the mood to douse that flame that had risen from her groin, her hand brushing over the soft sack, weighing the balls and then giving him a smile.
“Does it still hurt, your arm? I figured I’d do something to take the edge off, since you’re obviously not that type of man.”
She was sure of it, as she got back up, looking for the shampoo and starting to work on his hair.
“Close your eyes… Consider this a special treat from me. Obviously, masturbating with your hand would be very unwise, so I have opted for something a bit more… prevalent. In the current-day, of course.”
There would be a time for shame later, as she massaged his scalp, before letting it all be rinsed out.
“Thanks… I mean, thanks- You didn’t have to- and I don’t-”
He was being a silly man again. Harmony probably would have loved him more than Glynda could have ever done, but she was not thinking about that right now, pressing herself against his chest, giving a little shake of the head.
“You’re injured. It isn’t like you haven’t seen me naked before.”
Words, once more, coming with the intent, the purpose, the feeling that they accompanied, before she softly tapped his forehead.
“Now, let’s get you dried off. This was just a bonus. There will be no sex, since you are injured and I will not make you feel pain.”
It was very unchristian of her to think, but she knew very well that if they had sex, she would cross that threshold, that barrier that kept her from just being a ‘partner’ and ‘fellow colleague’. The handsome look on his face, as he held his eyes closed, before he opened them.
‘A boyish good look but with a man’s body…’
She could see the bandages soaked, lightly stripping them off with her fingers, tugging them down, looking at the swollen purplish flesh that was mending.
‘He will be alright…’
“That tickles, you know? But… thanks. I guess I needed that, though I really don’t think about Pyrrha or Sister Lucy like that.”
Glynda knew that.
“I’d imagine so. You have more moral fibre than most… But we should probably get some takeout. You might’ve had some… pork? It smelled like pork, but I could do with some General Xi’s.”
He laughed.
“Fine, fine, my blonde partner… We’re on a homestay vacation, after all.”
The alcoholic urge didn’t come, as she knew that he would treat her well.
He was her partner, after all.
Yang’s eyes slowly opened, as she found herself being carried in someone’s arms, groaning lightly, looking up at the sky, to see that there was nothing but the streetlight and the stars, shining above her.
‘Must’ve fallen asleep…’
“Hey there, buddy… Thanks for picking me up, but I’ll walk, okay?”
She turned her gaze to whoever was carrying her, only to see nothing but darkness.
“Aww man…”
She hadn’t gone blind before… well, not this blind. It was the drugs, she might’ve overdosed just a teensy bit, and-
“I am not pleased with your actions, Yang Xiao Long.”
Sister Lucy’s voice was very curt and to the point, Yang realizing that she was being carried by the woman, as sister Lucy pressed something against her nose.
“Breathe in deep, Yang Xiao Long.”
‘That kind of smells like…’
She was out like a light.
The phone rang, Jaune looking up, as Glynda walked to get it.
“Yes? This is Jaune Arc’s home.”
The sharp voice of Sister Lucy came from the speaker.
“Good evening. I happened to come across a lost little lamb. Could I get a ride to the cathedral, Glynda?”
Glynda seemed to think about it, Jaune giving a thumbs-up.
“Give her a hand. She came to clean my toilet, so we can clean her issue up too.”
Glynda left, leaving Jaune to look at the rosary that he had gotten from the Headmistress. He wasn’t particularly religious, but the beads were blackening.
‘Maybe they need a bit of polish…’
They were made with special wood, or so he guessed. Oils in the skin made them blacken, or so he had heard.
Glynda stopped, the nun holding a party girl in her arms seemingly effortlessly, the girl familiar to Glynda.
‘We pulled her off the streets as well…’
“Please… drive carefully, Glynda. Her choices…”
The sister looked calm, but her eyes told a story.
“They lead her towards damnation. I, for one, do not envy the nightmares she will suffer. When one is addicted to something, the more vivid the dreams and torments become.”
‘Oh?’
That was something that Glynda did not know, and Sister Lucy looked at her for a long moment in the rearview mirror, before elaborating.
“It is best not to tread where others have fallen, lest one fall into the depths of hell, Glynda.”
The look down at the blonde teenager that currently laid on Sister Lucy’s lap was rather displeased, though it was returned to the regular unbothered look. It was clear that the woman was not very pleased with Yang’s actions, but she voiced it not.
“Surely some leniency is allowed for a child, right?”
Sister Lucy gave the blonde teenager in her lap another look.
“Clemency is for those sinners who repent, should they taste the fruit of knowledge, they will be cast from the garden of Eden and know of their shame. As the Lord spoke, the fruit shall reveal the tree’s nature, and she has tasted of the poison fruits of her own vine and become corrupt.”
Glynda could only wish the young woman well, for it seemed that Sister Lucy might enact a little bit of a punishment for the unfortunate young woman.
“Please, be gentle… She’s a child, after all.”
Sister Lucy looked up, before a bitter smile came to her lips.
“Thou who art without sin, casteth the first stone. This soul has had many stones cast. Rather than purgatory, she may be destined for the depths of hell, where God’s love cannot penetrate.”
Glynda sighed. Jaune had risked his career for this girl.
“Forgiveness is given, Sister Lucy. She’ll see the truth.”
Only a bitter laugh came from her awake passenger’s lips.
“We all must face our Maker at one time in our life, officer. Be thou king or peasant, thou must face thine creator, for God is the beginning and the ending.”
The woman carried the unconscious blonde into the large stone building, Glynda driving back to Jaune’s place, finding him sleeping in his seat, an adorable look on his face.
“You’re… You’re a good man, Jaune Arc.”
He believed in the goodness within others, whilst her heart bled as she remembered the cruelty of others.
“If there’s a guardian angel out there, I hope they’ll protect you.”
She felt awfully sympathetic to the teachings of the church, perhaps due to her religious passenger from earlier.
This was commissioned work.