Eyes meet
Silas took a wooden chair and moved it next to the bed sitting down. He looked at Mona for a few moments, as if studying her before he began.
"I was sent to kill your family and kidnap you."
"I kind of figured that part out, thanks."
"May I please continue? The Opus Dei sent me to kill your family for refusing a very… important service to the church."
"What kind of "service"?" she asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Finding a divine descendant. This person – "
"Would this person happen to be a girl, red hair, green eyes, 5' 4" tall, named… Mona? Jut for a totally random, uneducated, and pulled out of thin-air guess of course."
He sighed, nodded and said, "Have I not mentioned interruptions before?"
"Nope."
"Do not interrupt me."
"Fine, be that way."
He glared with his red eyes. It was creepy. "As I was saying. This person – you – is the one with the key to the scroll. This scroll is one of the few surviving records describing the truth about Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene. The Catholic Church wishes – no, craves this information. It is kin to the lust for flesh of mortal men."
"So, do you not consider yourself to be mortal?"
"Is that the only thing you can draw from this conversation?" he asked, annoyed.
"No, I am storing the rest for later. I'm curious about this right now. Answer please," she answered sweetly, purposely annoying him further.
"I am mortal as every other man is."
"So do you not feel the lust for flesh? For female flesh?"
"I do, which is why I wear the cilice. It prevents me and all other celibate monks from acting upon that desire."
"Whatever. Why did you mean by "divine descendant"?"
"A descendant of the divine," he stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the universe.
"No fucking shit, Sherlock. Who's descendant, specifically?"
"Control yourself, woman! Do not speak that way in my presence."
"Shit, damn, fuck, hell, asshole, motherfucker, bitch, bullshit, bloody hell, Fornication Under the Consent of the King, sex, procreation, dumbass, dipshit, dickhead, asspumpkin– "
"Enough. If you wish to hear all I know of this scroll and your ties to it."
"Fine. Merda del tuffo."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing. Now, explain to me whose descendant I am? Being left in the dark like this is no fun."
"I do not know. They did not deem it a necessary piece of information to give me in case this scenario occurred."
"Men are moronic," she sang. This earned Mona another glare. "Is this all you know?"
His eyes met hers. "Yes."
"Fine then. I shall believe you for the moment."
"Get some rest. We leave soon."
"Oh… okay. Goodnight." She sneezed and went to sleep.
Silas stared as Mona instantly fell asleep with her hair across her face.
Mona's Dream
Beautiful music. I remember it now. Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D, Op. 35. We were watching the symphony perform during Christmas last year. I loved it. It felt as if we were a real family. We didn't argue, my parents didn't get all religious on me, and I didn't cause mayhem.
But that man, the cardinal…. I bumped into him on my way back from the ladies room during intermission. He had brown eyes and dark hair. He wore a black suit and gave the air of a refined well-to-do person.
"I'm so sorry, my child. Are you alright?"
"Um, yeah. Sorry, I was looking at were I was going." My eyes shifted towards his hand were I noticed a ring with red in the scarlet-a cardinal's ring. Mona looked wide eyed at the man in front of her. He gave her a small smile and softly chuckled.
"I see you noticed. What is your name, child?"
"Mona de Borbon." The man's eyes widen for a moment before giving Mona another smile.
"Do you live-" the bell rand signaling everyone to return to their seats.
"Well, I hope you have a good evening, Your Eminence"
He nodded his head and I left back to my seat.
"Who was that?" my father asked as I returned to my seat. I leaned closer to him and answered his question. My father paled before telling my family that we would be leaving right away. I was so mad and no matter how many times I protested we still left. I was so mad at them. I wondered what had caused my father to make us leave so quickly, but even when I asked I never got an answer………
Silas woke Mona up awhile later. It was pitch black outside and it was VERY dangerous to go out at night in New Orleans.
"Why did I dream that now?" Mona asked herself sitting up on the bed.
"What was your dream?"
"Nothing." Mona grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom before Silas could say a word. Ten minutes later, Mona and Silas left the building and made their way to the train station.
Once inside, Silas held Mona's hand and pulled her towards the train.
"HEY, MONA!" a male voice yelled from the crowd. Mona froze while Silas looked around for the source of the voice. Mona's eyes met with the dark blue ones as a boy with brown hair walked towards her with a smirk on his face. Fear gripped Mona as he approached and she ran as fast as she could away from both men. Silas tried to catch her, but she was to fast and she soon was swallowed by the crowd.
Silas turned around to face the boy, but he was gone.
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I wonder what happens next? I know she does a lot of running, but wouldn't you?
You will soon find out who this mystery dude is and why Mona ran away!
BTW- must I say this isn't mine? I own nothing, its common knowledge.
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