Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2001 20:44:18 -0400 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Angel - Chapter 10 G/M Y/A Angel By Tom Cup Copyright 2001 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving an adult/youth sexual relationship. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ************************************************************************ This story is part of the Tom Cup Library. 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They drive slowly away from the hospital toward the mountain pass where Darcy was found. "OK Darcy," Peter coached, "It's up to you now. What do you remember?" Darcy paced back and forward along the path. Waving his hands above his head repeating over and over, "I don't know, I just don't know. Are you sure this is where they found me?" "It's possible he was to far gone by the time they found him," James offered, "Who knows how long he was here before they found him. They could have driven him to this spot for all we know." Cornelius nodded his agreement. "What then?" asked Peter, "Do we give up before we start? No, the spot from which Darcy and Angel were taken is approximately 50 mile north, north west of here. I suggest we head in that direction. Darcy, how long were you with Angel." A scowl formed on the boy's face as he spat the answer, "He escaped. He escaped and the traitor with him. They were discovered missing on the fourth day." "How long before they released you?" Peter pushed. "I did penitence for three days. Three days," Darcy whispered. "So we have a five day gap between your penitence and when you were found," Bishop Albright summarized, "Now Darcy, I need you to think carefully. Did they release you immediately after the penitence or was there a delay?" "We walked and then they let me go," Darcy answered frailly. "How long? Did they walk with you Darcy?" Peter questioned, "Can you remember?" The boy sat in the center of the path with his hands covering his face and cried. The priests knew that he would be of no more immediate use. They huddled together away from where Darcy could hear them and discussed their plans. They had thought to stop at an Army Surplus as they headed for the trail where Darcy was found. Father Cornelius, under the direction of Father Kennedy, charged the supplies they needed to the Ranch. They purchased two lightweight two-man dome style tents, sleeping bags, water canteens, an assortment of dehydrated foods, a Swiss Army Knife, matches, two compasses, flashlights and a topographical map of the area. "We have five unaccounted for days," Peter acknowledged. "Yes," smiled Cornelius, "And an unnamed ally. "So we are again agreed?" asked the bishop, "We move in the direction of the abduction?" "It seems the most logical course of action," answered James. Cornelius agreed. "We need to ration the water," Cornelius stated, "No telling if there will be any on this stretch. We'll need to count on rationing for five days in and five days out." "Agreed," answered the bishop, "Let's gather the lad and get moving. They walked most of the first day, stopping only occasionally for measured draws from the canteens and dehydrated meals. They passed a few hikers on their trek, and though they returned friendly greetings, the three men and boy kept to themselves. That first night's sleep was pleasant. The brief evening rain shower cooled the night air and refreshed them all. Father Kennedy, who had been on many a camping trip with the mission boys, captured some of the rainfall and partially refilled the canteen they had used that day. The going was slow as the men encouraged Darcy to tell them anything he could remember of his trip after he was released. It wasn't until they had pitched the tents on the third night that Darcy's memory came flooding back. "Wait!" shouted Darcy frozen in his spot, "Listen." The men held their breath, not daring to move less they miss the import of the moment. It came slowly to them one by one: first to Cornelius, who smile and nodded to the bishop. Peter Albright smile acknowledging his understanding but it was Father Kennedy who spoke the word. "Water," he announced, "I hear water!" "I remember," explained Darcy, "I was led out of the woods, it was a full moon." There was a pool of water. I was re-baptized there." He was instructed to begin walking. The men behind him told him to walk up stream to where the water disappeared into the rocks. He was bleeding from the ritual rape he had endured: his penitents for allowing the evil one to escape. He endured their sodomy, cursing Angel, as the Latin chant continued and one after another of the brethren punished him for failing in his mission. In Darcy's mind it was Angel that was raping him. It didn't matter that there were various faces in the room. They all were Angel. Angel. Angel was the seducer, tempter, fornicator, Destroyer of Souls, Corruptor of Truth, The Weed among Wheat; he needed to be destroyed. Darcy was determined to find him and rid humanity of Satan's disease at its source. He knew the priests were lying to him. He knew they were his best chance for redeeming his soul. So he did what was hardest for him to do, he remembered. Darcy's voice was cracked with emotion, "A slow stream of water cascaded down the rocky crags to feed the pool. I renounced Angel's evil influence and was told to climb the rocks to the top, beyond where the waters disappear into the earth. I was then to begin walking. If God forgave me of my sins, then I would be saved." "How far to where they held you and Angel, from the pool, how far?" Peter urged the boy. "A day and a half," Darcy answered staring absently into the priest's eyes, "It took a day and a half to get to the pool. We followed an old narrow path. It led to the pool. A day and a half." ****** Debra understood what she was instructed to do. She quickly coordinated with two orderlies, found the necessary restrains, and headed to Room 102. Of course, she reminded herself, if the woman is awake and agitated it makes sense to restrain her until the doctor can get here to examine her for himself. It is for her own and the hospital's protection. Somehow though the argument sounded hollow. She hadn't remembered seeing the woman agitated nor could she remember telling the doctor that she was. The woman seemed quite calm to her. I was the one that was agitated, she confessed to herself. She had clarified the order to cover herself. The doctor wanted the woman in 102 medicated and restrained. The orderlies waited outside the door out of sight of any eyes that might see them as Debra entered the room. Debra would give the old woman a fast acting sedative. Within five minutes the woman would be asleep. Then it would be a fairly easy job to retrain her. One orderly would remain behind in the room to monitor the woman through the night. Dr. Matthews would make the patient in room 102 his first appointment in the morning. The orderlies waited patiently, listening to the routine sounds of late shift cacophony that was so familiar to each. They were surprise when the door open a merely five seconds after Debra entered. "She's gone," Debra stated in disbelief. The orderlies glanced quickly at one another. They were both off searching in different directions before Debra thought to say: "We've got to find her." ***** The shadows had lengthened and the vesper bell had tolled before Jonathan and Angel exited the woods on the western corner of the monastery. Angel assured him that the garden gate would be unlocked. It was, much to the priest's amazement. They stayed with in the shadows of the coffered trees and bushes, Angel leading them first to a supply room where they exchanged their clothing for the colonies wardrobe. In the distance they heard the beginning of Vespertine: two hours of hymns, prayers and readings. They made their way to the rector's office where they parted. Angel hugged the priest at the parting trying to reassure him but Jonathan's fear came from not knowing what Angel would be doing, while the priest made the phone call and then his escape. "Believe me Jonathan, " Angel answered, "No one will harm me. But you must not be discovered. Do as I ask and then return to the precipice. You will be safe there. "I will not allow you to sacrifice yourself for me," Jonathan protested, "I will not!" Angel smiled, "I've already told you Jon. No one will harm me." Jonathan slip easily into the room and found the phone. He punched in the phone number that Angel made him memorize. He listened for the first ring and then set the handset down. He was about to exit the room when something caught his eye: a picture. In the photo a young acolyte stood behind an old priest. Jonathan had seen the photo before and was not surprised that he had never paid attention to the young acolyte standing to the right and slightly behind the Archbishop of Krakow. He examined the picture closely. There was no doubt in his mind. The Archbishop would die latter that year and a new archbishop would be appointed; one that would, sixteen years later, rise to the papacy. "1962," Jonathan whispered to himself, "1962." It seemed wholly impossible but there was no denying that it was Angel in the photography. ***** Marge made her way through the park. She had no time to stop today even as several eyes followed her wandering where she had been and where she was going. She disappeared on to side streets zigzagging her way to her apartment. She felt better than she had felt in twenty years. She entered the apartment and found a change of clothes. Then she removed the false backing from the baking cabinet and retrieved her cash box. She never had trusted banks and was thankful for the money she now stuffed into her pockets. Marge had only one thing on her mind as she flagged a taxi to take her to the Boy's Ranch; to find the boy they called Angel. 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