Chapter 3
Truths
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Stigmata is spontaneous manifestation of bloody wounds on a person's hands, feet, forehead and back - similar to the wounds of the crucified Jesus.
He went back to his apartment only to find Angela gone, and the brown bag a note attached to it telling him to eat it or she would shoot him with her gun.
John smiled as he opened the styrofoam box to find his favorite. Pancakes. He sat down and ate them slowly as he thought about the mysterious woman.
He didn't even what her name was but there was something very important about her he just didn't know what yet.
Cameo sat in her small room in the dark staring at the wall, as blood dripped from her palms and feet. She had gotten so use to it, that she could just ignore the pain.
Then she felt it. The blood slowly began to pour from her forehead as it dripped down her skin staining her clothes.
Sighing she got up, leaving bloody foot prints on the floor as she walked into the white tiled bathroom.
She turned the facets as water began pouring into the tub as she sat on the edge watching. Drops of blood fell from her body staining the water making it look pink.
When the water in the tub had filled entirely she slid into the water her clothes still on as the water became a dark red.
The images continued to come to her, as she whimpered in pain as she felt another nail be driven in her palm.
The pain was always so unbearable that she gave in and screamed her voice echoing off the walls as she fell back into the water.
Softly she began to whimper and murmur words. "Bless me father for I have sinned……"
Tears of blood came from her eyes as she screamed again feeling the pain now enter her foot as blood profusely dripped from her wounds.
She continued to whimper crying to God, asking him why and slowly as always the pain went away and the bleeding had stopped.
She stopped her crying opening her eyes as dry blood created trails across her skin. She slowly slid herself beneath the water and opened her eyes.
All she saw was red as she looked through the water. Raising herself from the water the blood had washed away as she stepped out of the tub.
Looking at her palms she saw the marks had stopped bleeding but slightly stung. She moaned loudly as her body crumbled falling to the floor.
She held herself shaking as more images entered her mind, as she begged to stop. "Please father…I can only take so much. Please stop this….", as she cried to herself.
She has done nothing wrong. Why had he been doing this to her for so many years she wondered? Would this continue until she died?
It had started again. The images in her head were coming faster and faster as she felt lashes hit her back creating streams of blood to pour from her.
Cameo crumbled falling to the floor, as she curled up as the images washed over her. She heard a knocking at her door, as the person entered to find her on the floor surrounded by her blood.
Papa Midnite shook his head, his cigar creating donuts in the air. "Child, you of all do not deserve this…..", as he picked her up in his arms. "But he has chosen you…", as he lifted his eyes towards her bed to find the box laying there in the middle.
She shivered in his arms, as he carried her to the bathroom. Laying her on the floor, he gently took off her shirt leaving her in her bra and pants as he picked her up again laying her in the tub.
He washed away the wounds until they were slightly pink. She lay there unconscious in the tub, red water surrounding her as her skin showed a pale white.
He sighed, picking her up taking her out of the bathroom and laying her on the bed as he covered her with the sheets. "Dream of things forgotten", he whispered as he left the room shutting the door.
Dream
She felt warm, as she curled herself up in the sheets wishing away the images that haunted her mind since she was seven. But then she felt something. Something breathing on her neck.
She tried to ignore it, but the smell of its breath became so putrid and disgusting that she had to open her eyes to discover large black eyes staring at her. "Hey sweet cheeks!", as she opened her mouth and screamed.
"What's wrong?", as Lucifer stood over her body. "It's not as if you haven't seen me before!", as Cameo quickly started moving away from him to discover as she looked over her bed that hell lay beneath her.
The demons all waiting as they looked to the sky waiting for her to fall from the bed. She was trapped. "What do you want from me?"
"Oh
plenty of things, but mostly just that one little thing that you have
in that box of yours", as he walked onto her bed leaving black
footprints on the white sheets.
"You can't have what's in the box Lucifer! You can't! It was given to me, and only me!", she screamed at him as the air began to get warmer and warmer by the minute.
"Cameo I don't like being said no to. Its just not my thing, you get it? Now you can be nice and give me the box and I can make sure that you'll be taken care of. But trust me Cameo if you don't give me the box I'll make your life a living hell and I mean it…", as he grew serious.
"Now give me the BOX!", as he screamed. Cameo stood up on the bed also, "NO! YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! I WON'T LET YOU!", as Lucifer's eyes grew a blood red.
He only grinned as he pushed her backwards. She lost her balance and fell from the bed falling through the air as the demon's below became excited and began jumping up and down waiting to catch her.
Cameo screamed blocking her vision as she hit the crowd of demons.
Cameo sat up screaming terrified as she looked around finding herself back in her bed. She noticed it was dark, as the moon lay ahead in the distance. She breathed a sigh of relief but noticed the black footprints on the sheets.
She groaned dropping her head between her knee's. "I hate it when he comes. I need a drink…", as she stood up from bed, changing her clothes putting on a tank top noticing that the slashes that lay across her back had disappeared.
Putting on a pair of jeans and a tattered pair of sneakers, she took her special black silk gloves and put them on to hide the wounds in her hands.
She put a small silver cross that was blessed by the pope across her neck, looked around her room one more time to find nothing out of order and went out the door downstairs to get herself drunk out of her mind.
Well that was my next chapter. Tell me what you think. If anyone knows anything of real importance of Stigmata please tell me it would really help! Please review and tell me what you think!
