Chapter 9: Afterlife?

Donald's POV After 5 minutes, the hall brightened up. But littered with people running here and there. The uprouse were tried to be controlled by security guards, directing those kids to safety, likewise the adults. On the stage was the Lady laying upon Reverend Thompson. Sister Jane was too shocked to approach them and the other sisters nearby. As I saw that father was lifeless, I sprinted over to him and yanked that disgusting girl away. "Father! Father!! Father!!!" Reverend Thompson coughed out on the third call. I sagged to the ground, my heart full of gratitude. As she lay motionless on the ground, Sister Jane hovered on her and kept patting her cheeks repeatedly. "Ms. Davis!" "Ms. Davis, get up!" She spoke tensely. The Lady was still sessile upon all Sis Jane's attempts, however, Sister Jane suddenly let out a startled gasp as she noticed four syringes affixed to the Lady's neck. As she was pulling it out, she continues to gasp in terror  I shoved my phone out. "I'll dial 119 now