I'm sorry, he thought, please forgive me. This is all my fault. Don't take the bishop away. Take me instead...
Silas felt very light. He felt as if the soft breeze would carry him away any second.
I'm dying, he thought. This is my time... Silas wondered if this was going to be one of those deaths where you fall unconscious and then die, or you just simply get wisked off to... where ever you may end up.
His head suddenly felt heavy, the world was a blur, it just kept getting darker and darker, until Silas felt himself it the ground, diving into a nightmarish swoon.
--
Genevieve walked happily among the park. What a nice vacation in London this had been. It was nice to get out of Paris for a while, and it was a great way to practise her english.
The light wind rustled Genevieve's long black curls as she wander into this more deserted part of the park. Once she rounded the bend, she couldn't believe what she saw.
There lay a man, passed out, on the ground; His skin was very pale, almost as white as a cloud's; He had thin white hair, and a huge bullet wound below his ribs. He was unconscious.
Genevieve cried out. The poor man! Why hadn't anyone helped him? That bullet had gone straight through his stomach, he only had a couple of minutes to live.
Genevieve knelt near the man and felt his pulse. There was almost none. Almost. She pulled out her cell phone and called the hospital.
"There's a man passed out here, with a grave bullet wound below his ribs!" Genevieve cried.
"I think that's the same man who brought in a bleeding clergyman!" the man on the other end said.
"Why didn't you help him?"
"He wandered off before we could help him."
"Well, hurry! He's only got so much time!"
--
Silas saw a light up ahead. He thought it was the light to heaven at first, but his eyes opened a little more, and it was acctually a florencent light, on a ceiling. Silas suddenly realized he was lying in a bed. He looked about the room he was in.
There was a window off to the far right in the room, beside his bed lay a chair which had his cloak drapped over it, and a doctor stood to the left of his bed. He wasn't dead, he was in the hospital!
"Oh, he's alive!" a voice said. Silas' rose red eyes darted to his right.
A woman with long black curly hair, forget-me-not blue eyes, dressed in a black shirt and jeans smiled at him. Silas didn't know who this was. He turned to the doctor.
"Ms. Genevieve saved your life," the doctor said, "you would have died if she had not found you in the park."
Silas turned his head back to the woman.
"Thank...you..." he managed. The woman named Genevieve smiled.
"Your welcome," she said. She had a Parisian accent. She was from paris.
Silas suddenly remembered something imporatant, he was suddenly wide awke. He turned back to the doctor.
"Where is Bishop Aringarosa? Is he okay?"
"Whoa, calm yourslef, sir," the doctor said, "you need your rest. If your talking about that preist you brought in, he's doing fine."
Silas sighed and relaxed. As long as Bishop Aringarosa was okay, the world was peaceful.
Well, acctually, not completely. The Teacher had betrayed them! He was never going to hand the Grail over to them. He felt his heart tear.
After all that hard work? After all that he had been through, and he even killed five almost innocent people for nothing! He uttered a great sigh.
"What's wrong?" Genevieve asked.
"Nothing's worth living for, anymore," Silas told her, honestly.
"What are you talking about?"
"A secret I was in pursuit of is lost forever," Silas said, "and I don't know what to do with my life anymore."
"There are many things, sir," Genevieve said, "to live for. There's too much beauty in the world to quit. I'm sure the secret you were pursuing was only a part of that beauty."
"Maybe so," Silas said, "But this was very important to me and my cathloic group... this is all just to much to handle... I don't know if I can bear it."
"May I ask your name, sir?" Genevieve asked, polietly.
Silas wasn't accostom to giving strangers his name, but the aura that surround this woman made him feel comfortable enough to tell her.
"Silas," he said, "my name is Silas."
"Silas, if you just hang on a bit more, you'll make it through," Genevieve said, "you can do it, I know you can. You hung on long enough to live, you can hang on long enough to cope with your loss."
What Genevieve said hit Silas like a wave from the sea. She was right.
"Genny, where are you?" a deep voice called.
Into the room stepped a very tall man. He had dark hair, wide shoulders, a big nose, and had a menacing look on his face.
"I'm here, Jean," Genevieve said to the man, getting up.
The man glanced at Silas. "What were you doing with him?" he asked Genevieve, suspicously.
"Jean, I saved his life, I wanted to see if he was okay," Genevieve told the man named Jean. Jean looked at Silas again.
"Genny, some one who looks like that isn't worth saving," Jean said, shooting Silas a look. That comment cut through Silas like a knife.
"Jean! How could you!?" Genevieve said, giving Silas an apologetic look, "looks don't matter!"
"Like heck they don't!" Jean said, rolling his eyes, "C'mon, let's get outta here."
"Oh, Jean!" Genevieve said, exasperated. She turned to Silas.
"Good bye, Silas," she said, "I hope to see you again some other time."
"Better take a good look, it'll be your last of that skinny, pale rat," Jean mumbled, leaving the room.
"Jean, you are so mean! I can't believe you're saying this!" Genevieve said, leaving also.
Silas sighed. Being broken mentally, he thought. It's the city streets all over again.