The Nun Fanfiction

1. The call from The Vatican

1953 Spring
It had gone months since Irene were in Romania, in fact today it was exactly 6 months since her last day there. She had perfectly established a life as a nun with good friends by her side. The memories of Frenchie was forgotten like how a crack on the road gets forgotten. Her life was so different now with new things that needed to be doing, new duties and lifestyle.

Her civil clothes were now more buried in an old forgotten wardrobe, never being used at home. She barely used civil clothes considered she only needed her nun clothes doing all her work, but at this day something happened that made her want to use them again.

The Vatican came to deliver a message, no - more like a mission. An utterly unexpected and taken on guard mission - it was her old friend, Frenchie. Something has gone wrong with him.

They had taken her into a meeting room at the abbey, a person escorting her to the room where some priests sat and waited. She would lie if she said she wasn't a tiny bit nervous, because she was.

"Hello!" she greeted formally, bowwing slightly.

"Hi!" and old man began, sitting at the end of the table, looking like in charge, "Sister Irene we believe?" he said with a warm smile.

"Yes." she nods her head and sits down in an empty chair. "What may have brought you here?" she asks as she looks around at the fathers. She wonders who they really are. And what she could help them with. "What can I help with?"

The man in charge begins again, "well sister," he puts his hands together resting on the table, "it has recently come up some news about some problems happening around a man in his mid twenties." he looks up at Irene searching for some expressions.

Irene does not think about Frenchie yet - it could be anyone in his mid-twenties. But father contiunes to speak.

"This man has been reoprted to have killed three people in a very unusal way - it looks like they've been taken out all the warmth - therefore killed by coldness." he looks severly down at the table, then he let's another man continue the story through giving a nod "please continue."

"Yes" the man with a small beard answer, "the reason why we interest you into this is because we expect this to be same man as the man that you investigated the abbey with a half a year ago. This man is from Romania, known as a french farmer and is described as the charmer of ladies in his town, he lives in the town near the same abbey too. Sister Irene, do you know anything about this? What could have been happening to him?"

Irene processed everything, but it was too much. It was like a bomb from the past that you left because you thought everything was okay, and then all of a sudden it exploded. And then you feel so much guilt. How could that happen?

"Yes, it's definetily him." but he's french-canadian, she thought for herself. "But may I ask, in this usual way of killing these people, you don't mean it has anything to do with the past don't you? I mean Frenchie would never kill anyone on purpose, that I'm sure of."

"Exactly, that's what's worrying us. On your last days in Romania, you don't remember him doing anything weird or acting anything weird don't you?" the last priest asked.

Irene couldn't think of anything weird. She did think of how he screamed at her, for almost no reason at all, and how she thought he was drunk. He was, wasn't he?  Irene's mind went in circles. He seemed all fine when she left him, except the sudden rage he had against her there was nothing to say, she she left that unsaid too.

"No... I think he was alright after... nothing particular happened at the unholy abbey. And after that they did end it very vaguely, not knowing were they stood in their relationship. But would that really have been the reason he's been killing people? She shook her head, she needd to understand.

"But please tell me, what's been happening? What have he done?"

The priests sighs altogether, after they exchange some looks one of them says; "this is how it is, there's been three deaths - the first one were on the same day you left I believe, a woman died while she worked in her motel. When the body was found it was so cold - almost ice cold."

Irene froze. He killed her? The same day she left... that woman was working on the motel Irene was staying at. But Frenchie wouldn't kill him would he?

"This death was without any witnesses, and this lady had some sickness so no one suspected it to be anything weird. If anything would be weird  it'd be the cold, but no one cared enough. It's called uneducation. But what made her death come to surface again were similar deaths that occured, and those times it had witnesses. One that happened three months ago, and one that happened last week. The last time went viral in the town, and so many are afraid of him now. "

"Sister Irene, what we are supposed to ask you is, would you investigate him for us ? You seem to be the only person, except Father Burke to know him among us that could help him. From what we've heard, it's seems like it's been a demonic possession." the priest said the last two words with caution, as if speaking them out loud would fulfill the meaning.

"Please Sister Irene, would you take this mission? We're afraid that he'll kill more people, and not to mention, we're afraid that what people might think, this demonic possession is true."

She felt burden, and no one would understand what a pressure she had. What if it was a demon? That'd mean the priests really had a nerve to put her in a position like that!

And to think of Frenchie... she hadn't met him for ages what it felt like. How would he react? And when they met... would he be angry? Would he recognise her? She still remembers that kiss... how she was shocked to be kissed that she almost just distorted that.

"Sister Irene, we did bring him here, do you wanna meet him?"

She got so surprised, but without a single thought she answered, "Yes, I'd like to meet him."