"Silas get up my son, my angel" a bishop in a black and red embroidered flowing gown said. A young albino man, around the age of 19, rose from an old rugged cot.

"I wish for you to come with me" the bishop said grabbing Silas's hand. Silas of course followed willingly after the middle aged man. The bishop was about to show Silas what he had awaken him for, when Silas awoke with a startling pain.

The pain came from his cilice he had around his left leg. It started to throb with pain, because he had rolled over on it as he slept. Silas took the pain of his cilice every day, but know matter how long he's been wearing the cilice the pain was unbearable.

"I must apologize to the lord" Silas said holding the pain from his voice as he tightened the cilice up another notch.

"I must ask the lord to forgive me".

Walking into a room that only had a small end table with a whip on it. A cross hung on the wall with Jesus pinned to it, Silas now began his every day ritual.

He took off his black robe to reveal cuts dug deep into his fleshy back. Silas was wearing nothing under his black robe. You could see the cilice clearly now, with dark red blood dripping down Silas's ghostly white skin. Silas started to chant the words of Opus Dei. Then he slowly reached for the whip. He stood up and smashed the roped whip against his already torn back. He yelled in a thick French accent.

"I must repent to the lord"!

Another blow was made.

"Lord I'm doing this to show you I'm your servant, I will always worship you my lord"!

Silas now got on one knee and again tightened his cilice. Silas felt dizzy the room seemed to spin. The end table spun, the cross of Jesus spun, and Silas spun. The world went black.

Dear Bishop

Silas seems to be the perfect individual for the job. Send him to the Opus Dei housing building for directions. I trust you know where it is located. I'll be in touch with you as soon as possible. And remember don't tell anyone but Silas that I've been in contact with you.

-The teacher.

P.S. Just have Silas ask for the room number 13, and there'll be a supers waiting for him.

There was a slight ringing sound in the back ground. Silas slowly gathered his thoughts and realize his cell phone was ringing; Silas only got the taciturnity phone because father Aringarosa wished to keep in touch when he was on the job.

"Bonjour, yes I'll leave instantaneously father" Silas said hanging up the cellular phone and departing to his room so he could get dress. He got on another black robe, but this time there was a hood to cover his skin from the public. Silas limped out the door, because of the cilice tenderness. Silas arrived at the Opus Dei housing building and walked calmly inside.

"What would be your business here" an older Opus Dei member asked?

"I'm here to stay in room 13" Silas replied.

"Up the right stairs, keep going along the foyer until you see the room numerals 13".

Silas walked in the direction the man had told him to go. As Silas walked he saw an old stairway up to the woman's residence in the Opus Dei building. Silas never thought about woman and never intended to. He didn't allow himself to think about the opposite sex if so he would inflict more pain with the cilice. Silas reached room 13 in under a minute.

He opened the door to see a French maiden sitting on his bed. Silas went numb.

"How did she get into the mans side of the building" Silas thought.

"Hello Silas, I was sent by the Teacher" a younger woman named Annabel Mcgall whispered.

The teacher sent her, so he must have helped her slip in, Silas considered.

"Huh……bon…bonjour" Silas managed to spit out.

"Are you ready for the mission" Annabel asked Silas?

Silas hit his cilice with his left hand, which made him flinch.

"Wee" Silas replied as he uncovered his face.

Annabel didn't seem shocked at his colorless skin, but more at eased.

"We'll both get started tomorrow" Annabel said sitting down on the only twin sized bed in the room.

Silas didn't want to take the chance of thinking about Annabel so he took one of the spare blankets and laid it on the floor. Silas wasn't going to go to sleep at this time because it was just around 6:00 PM so he went in the bathroom. He took off his robe and set it on the towel rack. He turned on the shower, and then stepped inside. The water fell rapidly and slid down Silas's body. Some water made its way downward into the dug holes from the cilice. Silas slowly took off the cilice. It stuck to his desiccated blood, but Silas managed to draw the cilice out. Silas's left thigh was red with bacteria. A nasty blood smell was released into the frigid air.

"Huh sir….Silas are you alright" Annabel asked opening the bathroom door?

Silas was well out of the shower, but he had not gotten dressed. There in the mittle of the lavatory Silas stood naked. The monk had an extraordinary body.

"Oh huh sorry for the interruption" Annabel said shutting the door.

Silas quickly got dressed and thru on his cilice. Annabel was sitting down on the bed staring out a window. There were buildings, birds, and people, outside the window.

"s'excuser" Silas said walking out of the bathroom!

"Oh my apology for the intrusion" Annabel said, seeing Silas was not happy with her.

Silas glared at the young maiden.

"Why did you enter with out knocking"?

"Huh….well you see…I smelt the remnants of blood, and I wished to see if you were alright".

The smell of blood was quit strong, but Silas didn't think Annabel would be able to smell the bitter stench.

"Why are you wearing a cilice" Annabel asked?

"I'm wearing a cilice only to be forgiven by the lord".

"But why would you need to be forgiven" Annabel asked although she already knew the answer. Silas turned around.

"You will soon fined out" Silas said with a smirk like the Mona Lisa's.

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