Altered saint's birth
It was a warm day in Waycross of 2012. Aunt Mel had gone missing and I was worried not only had she inexplicably disappeared but had DID and sick with the Asian flu. Now she was 9 months pregnant with her 2nd child, we had to find her. After a run in with a mystical tornado, we find ourselves in unfamiliar yet somehow easily decernable surroundings. As we walked around we found a man that looked like Michael. As he led us back to the camp, I realized he thought he was peter. A quick tour of the camp revealed the cast was there stricken with amnesia. All except Melanie who was being tended to by Ben. Playing along, I slipped in to see her.
"Kitten, how did you get here?" Mary asked weakly her voice ringed with the flu.
"The tornado brought us." I said
"It brought us too and it made the others loose their minds." She said weakly. While we spoke, I looked over her. Her body was not adapting to the flu well. Her eyes and face were sunken in and her limbs were bony. The only thing untouched was her pregnant belly. She needed a doctor.
"So how am I doing?" She asked weakly.
"You need a doctor." I said sadly. As we talked Jesus (Ben) walked in. He smiled looking down at her. Then he sat opposite of me. For a moment he sat there wordlessly.
"So is she well enough to travel?" He asked.
"No, she's ill." I said.
"I'm sorry master." She replied.
"It's alright Mary, you just get well." He said sweetly. Suddenly Peter (Michael) burst in. He seemed frightened. He approached Jesus (Ben). Then he began to shake a bit. He was almost white.
"The romans are coming." He said.
"Oh no." Mary said weakly. Suddenly it happened. Stress gave away to fear and her water broke. She was in pain. Her body spasmed in pain. She was tight in agony. Then the pain let go.
"Mary we have to you out." Jesus (Ben) said.
"Master, I don't think I can move." She said weakly.
"I'll protect you." I said sweetly.
"No Master's , " she began weakly and whispers to me so that he doesn't here it, "Ben's" then she said aloud weakly, "right we need to move, but that's very noble Kitten."
She suddenly went tense. She spasmed in pain. Her eyes closed and her hand searched for mine. Once she found it she grabbed tightly. Then after a few moments, she let go.
"Aunt Mary, are you alright?" I asked
"It's harder this time Kitten." She sobbed weakly. She wheezed weakly as she relaxed. After that she tried to get up. Suddenly her weakness and pain overwhelmed her. Seeing this I caught her as she fell from the bed. I helped her stand and hobble out. I knew she wouldn't be able to walk long.
"Kitten my legs are giving out." She replied painfully but weakly.
"Ok, I'll carry you," I said. As we walked the romans stormed the camp. We hid behind a rock until the 1st waves passed. Then I bolted carrying her the whole way. We stopped at a outcropping and sat down watching the camp.
"They got ben." I said worriedly.
"Oh no, we got to save him." Mary said weakly
"You can't you're too weak." I said sadly. We watched in horror as they took him. However unlike them, they were definitely intent to kill him. I couldn't take it. I picked up a rock and hurled it towards them. Instead of running, Jesus (Ben) simply looked up at us.
"I don't know who's out there, but this is my fate." He said.
"Come on false prophet." The guard yelled pushing him forwards. Suddenly Mary's body quivered. She groan silently, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly, then let go. The pain faded.
"Aunt Mary, are you alright?" I asked.
"The pain is too intense Kitten." She sobbed weakly