The whole scenery freezes, everyone seems to hold their breath and startled speachlessness covers all like thick mist, when suddenly an almost bestial yell rips the curtain of silence. "Away from her!" Judas tears Jesus away from Olivia, shoving him so vehemently that he stumbles and would have fallen, if the column in his back hadn`t stopped his slide. Judas stands before him, his pale face contorted to a mask of unleashed anger and disgust, his dark eyes glittering dangerously. He raises both hands, curls them to fists, opens them trying to fight the urge to throw them right into the face before him, and curls them to fists again, pressing his thumbs so hard against his fingers that the knuckles gleam whitely. Looking at the golden-haired man before him cold rage rises up inside him, leaving a bitter taste in his throat, and with a sudden movement he slams his hands into the wall next to Jesus` head and quickly turns away trying to calm his rassling breath. "Judas." A tentative arm reaches out for him, but before he can reach Judas` shoulder, Judas makes a step forwards. "If you dare to touch me now, I`ll nail you on a cross with my own hands." He sais calmly and slowly turns around, his dark eyes boring into Jesus blue, and the messiah lowers his head. He turns his back on him and walks towards Olivia, who has sit down on the stairs again. Jesus follows Judas. "Please listen to me." His voice sounds almost pleadingly. When Judas stops and turns round to him, an ironical smirk curls his lips. "You never listened to me. Why should I listen to you now? Besides I think you`ve spoken clearly, too clearly, if you ask me." "Judas," Jesus sais quietly his eyes searching Olivia`s. "I love her." He turns his gaze to Judas. "I love her. She belongs to me." "So everything`s perfect then. You love her and decide she belongs to you?" Judas gives a short mirthless laugh. "And what about her?" He points at Olivia. "What about her feelings? What about her life? God damn it, Jesus, she isn`t Mary. She`s Olivia, and she has a life, a job, a family, friend, a" He frowns searching for the right expression. "A loving boyfriend." He completes the sentence and continues more softly. "I don´t like her to leave myself," his dark eyes sink into Olivia`s emerald and she replies the glance with a surprised smile. "But," he looks at Jesus "the point`s it`s her life, we don`t have a right to make her stay. Not even you, Jesus, not even you." He turns his back on Jesus and walks to Olivia, sitting down beside her. "I`m sorry, Olivia," he sais sincerely. "But we`ll hurry and finish the play now, and then you can go back to your life, live it, and after you lived it, you can return to Jesus, and you`ll get your memory back." He smiles at her. "You still don`t remember, do you?" he asks scrutinizing her face intently. Olivia turns her head avoiding his intense gaze and shakes her head trying to ban the image of two dark eyes that had lost every spark of life staring at her, the image of a sinewy body lying shattered before her on the ground, the image of a broken neck decorated by a deathly necklace made of flax. "No," she lies quietly. "I don`t remember." "So, it`s time to get you back home." Judas reaches out for her hand and pulls her up. "Home?" she echoes still holding his hands and looking into his dark eyes. "You want to go home, don`t you?" Judas raises his free hand and strokes a strand out of her forehead an impish gleam sparkling in his dark eyes. She replies the smile feeling as if her heart finally has got released from ist boundaries, but before she can answer, she suddenly feels an arm clutching her throat from behind, taking away her breath and ripping her back. "I told you DON`T TOUCH MY MAN!" a hoarse voice screams. "Luzi!!" Judas shouts startled. "Stay back!" Luzi barks at him, tightening her grip around Olivia`s throat causing her to groan in agony. Judas steps backwards again and Luzi loosens the grip a little bit. "I warned you," she growls her eyes glowing with infernal blaze. "You`re mine. Tell her!" "Luzi!" Judas gives his voice a calming touch, but Luzi only contorts her face to a nasty grin. "What, Judas Iscariot? Don`t you think I would kill her?" she steps backwards ripping Olivia`s head back, just to the point before her neck would break and Olivia screams in pain. "Shut up!" she shouts at her. "Better think twice before you make sheep eyes at my man. And you," her black eyes hurl fireballs at Judas. "you know broken necks are my speciality. But I`ll give you one last chance. Her life for your love. What do you say?" "Luzi," Judas begins as calm as he can. "there`s no need to kill her now. I mean if you killed her, she would turn into Mary again and stay here for all eternity. But if you let her live, we can end that play, she can go down to earth and I return to hell with you. What do you say?" A little smile plays in the corner of his mouth as he reaches out for Luzi. Luzi shoves Olivia away, who stumbles and falls down to the ground breathing heavily trying to fillher lungs with oxygene, and takes Judas hand. She pulls him towards her stroking his face, his hair, his cheeks, his lips. "You know I would do anything for you.I love you so much." She whispers into his ears her black eyes looking expectantly at him. "I think we need to talk." He sighs and leads her a bit aside.