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Chapter Two

One week later, Sacred Heart Convent-Downtown Miami

Five years ago, Kikyo Nikoki's life had come to rest. After four separate jobs in two years struggling to find her place in the world, the certainty of where she should be had come to her in a dream. Her family had been in shock-her boyfriend of the moment in grief over sudden decision. But for Kikyo it had been a true moment of grace.

She was going to become a nun.

Still feisty, but with God always in her mind, she tore through life with verve and joy. She was a favorite among the sisters. Even Mother Superior had a twinkle in her eye when Kikyo, known to the sisters as Sister Mary, was around.

As usual Kikyo raced through the church, practically skipping to where the mail was held. It was almost every day that she received a letter from someone special. Expectantly she checked her box and giggled when she pulled out a odd yellow envelope from her mother.

She skimmed through the words of love quickly and did a double take when she came upon three familiar names. At first she couldn't quite place them but with an intake of breath she remembered the names belonged to the girls she had once gone to school with. The girls to whom she had played and worked with at such a young age. The girls of her past were dead. All four of them…wait, no, only three of them. Kagome was still alive.

Kikyo's hand had started to shake. This was more than she could handle. Without finishing the rest of the letter, she dropped to her knees by the side of her bed and began to pray in earnest, sick at heart for the loss of her friends and the families they'd left behind.

When acceptance for the loss came Sister Mary finally stood and made a decision to call her passed friend's families. With her condolence calls Kikyo realized an odd twist to the incidents. Supposedly each of the women had been perfectly fine before receiving a phone call. But what horrible news could they possibly gotten that would drive them to such destruction? It didn't make sense. Added to that the trio had all gone to school with her at the same time. They had been in the same class as her…with her right before the fire. That's right the fire! The Special Class for the Gifted.

With a thought in mind Kikyo spun around and searched through her limited ownings for her elementary yearbook. A gleam in her eye the young nun found what she was looking for. Staring back at her were the bright faces of five little girls.

Now Kikyo was not a superstitious woman but she knew that the devil could deceive simple humans into doing what he wanted. Now unless the laws of coincidence had been violated more harshly than she could believe possible, someone was behind the deaths. Within a month three vital women with everything to live for had taken their own lives. She couldn't help think that she and Kagome would be next.

Then her rational mind shifted into action, and she began to think back over what she'd just learned. There were two common threads that she was aware: the special class they'd been in, and the fact that each death had happened after a phone call.

But who could have called? Even more puzzling, what in God's sweet name could they have said to trigger something as horrendous as this? Something was-horribly wrong-and she didn't think prayers were enough to stop what was happening. She needs to get help before she and Kagome also succumbed.

Immediately her thoughts shifted to Inuyasha Tikon, her brother's best friend. As a child, Inuyasha had been her white knight. She'd given up her dreams of marrying him on the day she'd given her heart to the Lord. But Inuyasha was still her white night. The only difference now was that his metaphorical sword came in the form of a badge, compliments of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Yes, Inuyasha was a Fed. A hard-nosed, implacable cop for Uncle Sam. He would know what to make of all this, but to do so, he would need all the information she had.

She quickly made copies of everything she'd received, along with a brief note tell him of her fears, and then sent a duplicate set of the information to Kagome, as well. Kagome had to be warned immediately. She would drop the packages off at the FedEx on her way to the local Cathedral where she would ask the Lord for forgiveness. She knew that she had lied earlier when she told Mother Superior that she could not answer the phones because she was losing her voice.

With a heavy heart, she walked through the large parking lot. Thankful that the rains they'd been experiencing for the past week had finally subsided. Her eyes were on the path before her, her thoughts were focused on a long-overdue confession. In the corner of her eye she saw a single vehicle parked sideways in an empty slot. That was normal of course considering the many visitors Sacred Heart Chapel attracted. From a distance, she could hear footsteps on the path behind her, but the sound was unremarkable and gave her no reason to turn.

Sister Mary felt the strength from the desolate building as she entered. Glancing around Kikyo was relieved to see a shadow effortlessly disappear into her favorite confessional. She followed and went inside the room opposite of his.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was three days ago."

Instead of the familiar rhythm of Father Joseph's voice, she heard a faint but heavy rumble, like the sound of thunder far away. Then, between one breath and the next, a part of Kikyo's past, belonging to the child that she had been, was wrapped around her mind and pulled her under. there was no time to panic, because she was already gone.

In a matter of moments Sister Mary was lost to a master who'd claimed her long before the One she now served.

The thunder was gone now. Slowly she opened her eyes and then the door. As she stepped outside the confessional, someone took her by the arm.

"Forgive me, Sister, I was unavoidably detained. Please take a seat and I will hear your confession." Father Joseph said.

But the nun gave no sign that she had heard a word he said.

"Sister!"

She kept on walking, leaving the aging priest to make what he would of her behavior.

Father Joseph watched in disbelief. Just as she reached the exit, something-maybe the voice of God Himself-told him to follow her. By the time he was at the doorway she was nowhere in sight. More than a bit concerned, he went down the steps, taking them two at a time as he scanned the grounds. Pausing to look again, he turned, taking in the lay of land that ran in a gently slope from behind the old cathedral to the river below.

Suddenly, within his mind came a word, so forceful and frightening that he knew in his heart it had come straight from God.

GO!

Without thought for his old joints, he started to run. The closer he got to the river, the faster he moved. Then he saw her about a hundred yards down stream, standing on the edge of a precipice that jutted out over the river, posed like a small blackbird about to take flight. In the riverbed below, the water roiled, sweeping past huge boulders at a deadly pace.

He began to run, oblivious to everything but the woman on the rocks. Moments later, she slowly lifted her arms to the heavens, turned her face to the sky and the leaned forward.

He froze in mid-stride, staring at the nun as she fell into space. Although it took only seconds for her body to hit the water, he would remember it later in a series of perfectly framed stills.

The smile on her face, her eyes closed as if in slumber.

Her arms horizontal to her shoulders and unmoving, like the image of a crucified Christ.

The flutter of her clothing, dark and molded to her body like a shroud.

The way the water parted to accept her presence.

A flash of white, a momentary shadow beneath the thick, muddy flow, and then…nothing.

The little nun was gone.

"No!" He screamed, as he fell to his knees. "Dear merciful God, no!" Those last prayers were shouted before the poor priest doubled over and hurled pain.

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