The Braedsen Village Chronicles III

Alright, I know what the next step of this story needs to be.

WARNING! This chapter may not be suitable for people of all ages.

The Braedsen Village Chronicles
Chapter 3
Sister Christian

Sister Christian wound her way through the desserted streets of Braedsen villiage. She was just returning to the convent after having visited one of the oldest members of the villiage. Sister Christian was not in a good mood. She did not like visiting Old Sheliett the Crone. She was so boring, and always wanted to talk of nothing but herself and her past.
"As if I have nothing better to do than to sit and listen to her ramble on. Would she let me talk to her? No. I didn't get a single chance to impress her with my wit. That woman is downright soporific. And I really wanted a chance to impress someone with my newest word..."

When Sister Christian got back to the convent most of the nuns had already gone to bed. However, Sister Michael and Sister Theodore were up waiting for her.
"Good evening Sisters."
They only nodded their heads in response, but they looked tense.
"Are you two going to tergiversate, or are you going to tell me what is going on?"
The other two sisters looked at one another then Sister Theodore said, "There has been another death Sister."
Sister Christian looked up quickly, "What?"
"Perhaps we should leave these halls and go to your cell before we discuss this further?" Sister Michael said this like a question, but headed toward Sister Christian's room before she had a chance to answer.

Once in Sister Christian's room, Sister Theodore continued her story.
"Okay Chris, so here's what we've heard. A wine merchant came to town yesterday, and got in an arguement with Fr. Huey. Fr. Huey told the merchant to leave or promise to only sell his wine to the church. He said that people like the merchant were the cause of sin. The wine merchant ignored Fr. Huey, and he also ignored the innkeeper who warned the merchant to only stay in the top room, but the merchant said that the idea was rediculous because he wanted to be near his merchandise in case someone should try to steal it. This morning the wine merchant was found dead and his wine, ruined."
Sister Theodore finished her tale with a flourish of her hand.
These three nuns had been friends before they took their vows. Unfortunately, one of their worst faults was that they couldn't let go of the past, or their love for mysteries.
"Are you sure that you heard all this from a reliable source? They didn't seem at all tetchy?"
Both sisters shook their heads.
Sister Christan pondered for a moment. "You don't suppose that Fr. Huey could be responsible for the terrible string of deaths do you, Dora? Why, he cried pitifully when his dog died. I can't imagine him capable of killing innocent people. Besides there have been so many deaths completely unconnected with him. No. I just cannot believe him a killer."
The sisters went on into the night discussing who might be suspect.

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Chapter 4
Fr. Huey

The previous evening........
Fr. Huey was sitting in the confessional.
"When will this sinner ever be done?", He thought to himself.
"And I was not as gentle as I should have been with my neice when she...."
Fr. huey cut him off.
"For your sins, you shall say two rosaries in penance. Now say the act of contrition."

When Fr. Huey had finished hearing everyone's confession, he sat back and heaved a great sigh.
"I didn't see that wine merchant in here. He needs to be taught a lesson. His evil ways cannot go unpunished."
So Fr. Huey waited until after midnight, and went to the inn where he knew the merchant was staying. He just walked in, checked to make sure that none of his parishoners were here, sinning, and went into the room nearest the storeroom where he knew the innkeeper would have stored the merchants wine.
The wine merchant jumped out of bed with a knife in his hand.
"Stay back or I'll slit your throat."
The merchant seemed very cool about it all. Apparently he'd had experience with this kind of thing before.
"Hello, sinner." Fr. Huey said, also in a cool tone. He'd had experience also.
"I didn't see you in confession. You didn't even donate any of your wine to the church like I told you to."
"I don't intend to donate anything. I wont be cowtowed by you Fr." The merchant replied, irritated. "And I don't want to see you ever again. Go away before I call the innkeeper and tell him you've been threatening me."
Fr. Huey shrugged and turned and left the room. He waited until he heard the mearchant shuffle toward his bed, and then he quietly re-entered the room and hit the merchant on the back of the head with the big, heavy cross that he always carries when on one of his "missions". He gagged the merchant, waited until he was awake and then tortured him before finally slitting his throat. After which he went into the storeroom and slit all the merchants wine, he had no use for the wine now that it was tainted with the merchant's sin, and went back to the church. He was always careful not to get himself messy, so he didn't have to worry about cleansing his clothes.

The next morning the innkeeper noticed that the wine merchant's wine had been ruined, and dreaded what the merchant would do to him. If he was still alive, that is. The innkeeper had a dreadful suspicion that the merchant was, indeed, in as sorry a state as his wine. The innkeeper, therefore was discusted, but unsurprised, when he found the merchant dead in his room.
"Poor fool."

And that was the only pity that the wine merchant got from any of the townsfolk of Braedsen village.

This is kind of off the story line, but I felt that you needed some history before I continued Keitha's journey. Besides, almost every story has at least one chapter that is written from the bad guy's point of view.

Sister Christian's words, and their definitions.......
Tergiversate: beat around the bush.
Soporific: sleep-inducing
Tetchy: unreliable