The Demon's Angel

Chapter 38

Kurt
The red-haired woman studied the wound in my shoulder. I tried not wince as she prodded at it. "This may hurt slightly," she said quietly. I stared at her with grim determination, but I still twisted my rosary around nervously. "Just do it. Please." She nodded and concentrated, carefully removing the bullet the way she had held onto me, with her mind. I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched my
rosary, along with the edge of the table, where I laid. My breaths came in short gasps as blood began to gush from the hole left behind. She dropped the bullet onto the ground and carefully bandaged my arm. "Zere vas so much screaming...." I whispered. "Such fear... " I paused. "And zen zere vas only pain. I could see it all happening, but I couldn't stop myself." I shivered. "It vas like a bad dream." I pointed at the statue of Jesus, voicing my previous theory. "Maybe he is testing me...." Why would he test me like this, though? Didn't he preach love and peace? Why... why would he make me do something so... so terrible?

  I noticed the other woman staring at my scars. I blushed, suddenly conscious of the fact that they could see most of the worst ones on my chest and stomach (since they had made me remove my shirt to examine my shoulder). "And before you were in the White House, what do you remember?" she asked, eyes still examining me. I shook my head. "Nozing. I had gone to a church to clear my mind after a show, and zen.... zat happened." The women glanced at each other. "We should get him back to the Professor," said the redhead quietly. I looked at both of them. "Professor?" The woman with darker skin ignored me and instead pointed at my scars. "What about these? Did you do them yourself?" I winced, knowing it would come up eventually. "Some of them," I said quietly.

    There it was. That pity. They both had it in their eyes as they looked down at me. I turned onto my side, so that they couldn't see my face. The other one touched the back of my neck gently. "What about this?" she asked. I slowly reached back and touched my neck. There was a scar that hadn't been there before, a circular one. "I.... I don't know..." I whispered.

    The women both seemed to be in a hurry to leave. "Come on," they urged. I gathered up the few possessions I had and put them into my coat pockets. Slipping on my shirt, I threw on my coat. Then, I hesitated. They looked back at me. "We need to go," said the red-haired one gently. "B-but..." I stuttered. I needed to get back to my family and the circus. I couldn't just run away with two strange women..... She gently grabbed my hand. "I know you're scared and confused," she whispered. "But please, let us help you." "But...." "Please." I let her pull me along. We arrived at a seemingly empty space, until the dark skinned woman pressed a button, causing a jet to appear. My eyes widened. The two strangers grinned at each other before leading the way inside. As I sat down, I thought, "It's going to be ok. They can help me find my family better than I could. All I have is an educated guess. I don't even know how long I've been gone....." I just had to hope that everyone was still safe at home, and they weren't too worried about me.