By the way, I'm not writing this based on one particular gospel, it's really from all of them.
By the other way, Kat is short for Katherine which is Catherine, (Like my patron saint Catherine of Siena), only spelled with a 'K'. I'm going to turn on the sad music now. . .
This chapter is dedicated to Rockin Lily because. . . Because she's a really cool person. :)
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Kat stared at the man storming up the hill towards Jesus. His swarthy face was darkened with anger and shadows flickered across it in the torchlight. His eyes were fixed wrathfully on Jesus.
He stood, watching as Judas came right up to him and stopped.
"Peace Rabbi," he said, eyes shifting nervously.
"My friend," said Jesus, grasping him by the shoulders which made the other man start," do what you have come for."
Judas stared at him for a moment. . . And then a look of outrage came over his face and he kissed Jesus bruiseingly on the check before shoving the Christ away and shoving his way back through he crowd.
The soldiers stepped forward to lay hands on him.
Kat jumped up, tears streaming down her face but suddenly very angry. But hands she could not see held her fast and would not let her go, though she was nearly crying with anger. Then, she saw Peter ahead of her, his sword drawn, running towards the soldiers. She saw him strike at a man. She saw the man scream and hold his ear. Kat stopped struggling, smiling suddenly as the soldiers back away.
Good, now they'd leave Jesus alone. . .
"Put up your sword," Jesus stepped between Peter and the servant and Kat shrunk back when he shot her a reproving glance. She could feel his gaze for a moment longer and then he turned back to Peter. "Don't you know that my father could, at a moments notice, provide me with no less then twelve legions of angels?"
Peter backed away, reproved.
Jesus knelt beside the wounded man who was sobbing. He touched the ear gently and suddenly, it was whole. A murmur ran through the huge crowd and some backed further away.
Jesus stood up straight, looking over the crowd. "Am I criminal?" He asked. "That you come out after to me armed with swords and clubs? I sat teaching every day in the temple but you made no move on me," the entire crowd cowered before him and Jesus seemed ready to set them to flight, Kat felt hopeful.
Then Jesus's shoulders slumped. "But this is your hour," he said, and his voice was soft," the triumph of darkness."
The soldiers nerve came back and they stepped forward and roughly took hold of Jesus. The disciples fled, abandoning Jesus.
All at once, the image of the crucifix in church flashed before Kat's eyes. Suddenly she was throwing herself forward, screaming and screaming. Every fiber of her being desperate to save Jesus. But the hands held her back again and she was powerless to reach him and her scream were obviously not reaching anyone. Kat kept screaming and fighting, she had to get to Jesus.
Then, her savior, her only love, her sunshine and her light turned his head and looked at her. He smiled at her, sadly but it was a smile, and mouthed 'I love you'. The soldiers jerked him and he turned back around.
Kat crumpled to the ground and sobbed her heart out. She tore at the ground, her tears falling like rain.
Someone put a hand on her shoulder. Kat made herself look up. Above her was a man, dressed like Jesus and the apostles, but with his face covered. Kat, still crying, was frightened before realizing who he was.
"Are you my-my Guardian?" She asked softly.
He nodded. "Do you want to go home little one?"
Kat shook her head. "No, no I want to stay with Jesus. He's going to be all alone. . ."
"Come then," the angel said," let us go. Remember, I will be with you, even when your eyes can't see me."
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Kat entered into the courtyard of the High Priest but was unable to get into the house even though she tried every way she could. Near tears, she joined some others around a fire in the courtyard. She held her hands out to the fire but even the heat didn't seem to warm her any.
"You aren't one of his disciples are you?" She heard one maid ask a man and with a start, Kat recognized Peter.
"No, no," Peter gave a nervous little laugh. "I'm not."
Kat shuddered and looked up, the sky was becoming lighter.
"Weren't you with Jesus?" Another maid asked.
Peter shook his head. "I am not with him." Kat heard shouts erupt within the house and she turned anxiously towards them.
"But I thought I saw you in the garden with him," another persisted further," surely you are Galilean, even your accent gives you away."
Peter turned from them with an oath. "I swear I do not know the man." He stopped, completely still.
Soldiers, lead by Caiaphas and the elders, were dragging Jesus out. His face was bruised and there was spit running down it. He looked exhausted and his eyes were filled with a deep pain as they met Peter's.
Simon Peter gave a strangled sob. He whirled and ran out, weeping as he went.
"Oh Peter, Peter," Kat whispered.
A man by her looked at her sharply, Kat looked at him questionably.
"You know Peter?" He asked.
Kat was startled. "Are you. . . Are you John?"
The man nodded. "I am and who are you."
"I'm Kat. Oh John we can't let them hurt Jesus. We just can't," she grabbed the arm of his coat and looking up at him with tears in her eyes.
John looked troubled. "He hasn't done anything wrong Kat and I hope that is enough to keep him safe." He bit his lip, obviously very worried. "Come with me Kat. They are taking him to Pilate."