Beckoned Through The Dark

93 // Tiffany // Sister Act

Have you ever stood and watched someone getting hurt, but you could not do anything to help them? Well, that's what I had to go through for the past four months.

I was new in town and from what I heard, it was not a crime city and I guess I believed that until those two accidents.

I was an undercover cop from somewhere in this world, and I came here concerning some issues with a Reverend that was supposed to visit our church about a few weeks ago, his name was Reverend Johnathan Sello Medupe.

A lot other ministries had also been complaining about him not showing up for conferences and as far as I was concerned, I was the only person who bothered to act after almost three years of his disappearance.

Not only because no one else had the guts to do it, but because I thought I knew him.

I was born in Green City and left when I was in my mid-twenties. When I found out that the name of the man who's been giving churches headaches was Sello Medupe, I got more interested.

So, as I was saying, I witnessed two terrible incidents these past four days. A lot of things happened in the apartment opposite the guesthouse I was staying at, that was of course before it exploded.

A young woman probably in her mid-twenties was kidnapped and assaulted. I don't know what would have happened after that had my partner and I not intervened in time.

She passed out from pain and exhaustion.

I was convinced her attackers wanted her dead, unfortunately for them, I followed them.

I examined the girl and found that she was in a terrible state.

As a matter of fact, I'd been on her trail since we picked her on the streets a few weeks ago.

I took her into my care and up to now, I was trying my best to assist in her healing. So, this morning I called in a doctor and he was kind enough to supply us with all the equipment we needed, he even hired a nurse.

After feeding the girl two days ago at around 12 O’clock in the afternoon, some people went to that apartment and a few moments later, the apartment exploded with someone in there. Not in it, because I saw a figure jumping out from the building as it exploded.

The people who had accompanied him left immediately and only two of them returned to look for him, but then I'd already taken him to my care just like I did with the young woman, although he wasn't that bad, just a few broken ribs from the fall and a few bruises.

"Can I go now?" The man asked weakly.

"I still don't have your name," I argued.

He was stubborn to tell the truth, and I couldn't go all detective on him, because I was still undercover. I had to keep up my sister act as a nun.

"Not like I have yours," He fired back and added, extending his hand, "I'm Vincent Nichols."

I shook his hand.

"Tiffany."

"Surname?" He prompted.

I cleared my throat when I realized my hand was still in his hold. "You were so eager to leave." I couldn't tell him my surname, he would go and do research on me the moment I told him, and he would ruin my plans. "What happened in that building?" I asked to distract him from questioning about my personal life.

"Well, I'd rather not talk about it, I need to go home and look after my wife and family, they need me." He walked towards the door. Well, I need not worry, the woman was going to confirm my suspicions. "By the way, it was nice meeting you, Sister Tiffany, and thanks for everything." 

I let out a long sigh as soon as he closed the door behind him.

But I needed to know where they lived, I had to follow him!

I ran out of the guesthouse and looked both sides of the road before spotting a man walking eastward from the guesthouse. He wasn't that far so I ran after him.

"LUIS!" I called, and he stopped and looked back with his arms folded. "How do you plan to get home?"

I clutched my knees, trying to catch my breath.

"For a nun, you run like a cheetah." His comment caught me off guard, and I choked on my saliva. "Sorry, Sister," He mocked.

"How-"

"Hiking?" He cuts me off.

Not so sure whether that was an answer, question or suggestion, but either way, it was too risky. "Isn't that too dangerous for someone who jumped out of a burning building and who's family is in danger?" I asked suggestively, "and for a man with broken ribs."

"You called a doctor, right?" I nodded, not knowing exactly where he was going with this. "He checked up on me, right?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes in response. "And he kinda said I was fine, so we are sorted." At least that was not a question. "Well, by the way, Miss, did you have a plan on how to get me home?"

Ha! I shrugged. "Yes, as long as you know your directions. Follow me." I wanted to run back to the guesthouse but slowed down when I remembered his comment.

Damn! I slowed down and waited for him to catch up.

"Exactly my point."

But he was right though, I could still run in my gown, he would really start thinking that I was a professional.

"Sorry," I muttered, "Wait here while I get my car." 

He waited outside the house while I fetched my car keys.

I came out with the keys and walked to the garage door, I pushed it up, and then got into the car.

I drove out of the garage and stopped in front of Vincent, and then I opened the passenger door for him. "Get in."

He shook his head and got in wordlessly, buckling up his seatbelt.

I was about to start the car when someone jumped in front of it.

Dammit!

It was my partner, Bradley.

"Where the hell do you think you are going?" He growled.

I honked at him. "Get the hell out of my way."

He moved to the driver's windows.

"You are not ready, get back inside the house until further notice."

"Okay, listen, Sister, I'll walk home," Vincent said, reaching for the door, "I'll hike."

I shook my head. "No, I'll take you." I turned to my partner with a murderous glare. "Listen, Bradley, I got this. It is now or never."

"We can't discuss such things in front of him."

What was it with men?

I sighed tiredly. "Listen, I'll see you when I come back, I'm just going to drop him off." I pulled off without warning, leaving Bradley in shock. "Home sweet home." I smiled at Vincent, but he didn't seem to feel as enthusiastic, if anything, he looked dreadful.

Maybe I'd completely undermined this situation.