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Twisted Faith Part II

I went to Roy and Sue Ann's house and was sitting on the couch with Roy while Sue Ann poured me a glass of lemonade.

"I feel fantastic, like I was never sick in the first place. I'm just, ya know, trying to figure out exactly what happened. My brother Dean and I aren't exactly believers and as I understood it, only someone of faith can be healed," I explained, staring into my glass. It wasn't a lie it was what I had always believed. That was why I never prayed.

"A miracle is what happened. Well, miracles come so often around Roy." Sue Ann answered, putting a glass in Roy's hand too. I turned my attention back to Roy, hoping to find some answers.

"When did these miracles start?" I asked, shifting forwards in my seat.

"Woke up one morning, stone blind," he paused to take a breath, "Doctors figured out I had cancer. Told me I had maybe a month. So, uh, we prayed for a miracle. I was weak, but I told Sue Ann, 'You just keep right on praying.' I went into a coma. Doctors said I wouldn't wake up, but I did." He took hold of Sue Ann's hand, "and the cancer was gone." Roy took off his sunglasses to show me his eyes that were totally white. Like Sally's eyes when the reaper had possessed her in the American Being Human. Creepy. "If it wasn't for these eyes, no one would believe I'd ever had it."

"And so what, you woke up and you could heal people, or what?" I felt like I was starting to interrogate this old guy. But if he was the killer than it didn't matter.

"I discovered it afterwards, yes. God's blessed me in many ways." Yeah, I'm sure he has.

"And his flock just swelled overnight. And this is just the beginning," Sue Ann continued. I wanted to burn my ears off at this point. Too much faith talk for me.

"Can I ask you one last question?"

"Of course you can," Roy said granting me one last wish like a genie.

"Why? Why me? Out of all the sick people, why save me?" I felt like I was almost pleading with him to tell me that 'God' saved me fore a reason. A reason clearly unknown to me.

"Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me. I looked into your heart, and you just stood out from all the rest." Yeah a fried, crispy, burned, heartless heart.

"What did you see in my heart?" I asked nonetheless.

"A young woman with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn't finished." Oh my god. I'm sure that my face wore the shock. I was hoping but I didn't think he was actually right. I thought I was just bullshitting myself.

As I walked out the front door to the LeGrange's household, Jordan was waiting to go in.

"Kat, hey," he greeted with a smile.

"Hey," I smiled back

"How are you, are you okay?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, I-uh-I feel good. Cured, I guess. What are you doing here?" I asked, looking back at the house that I had just walked out of.

"You know, my mom, she wanted to talk to the reverend." Of course it's always the moms dragging us kids around, or in my case, mother hen. Sue Ann came out onto the porch then.

"Jordan?"

"Uh- yeah, I'm here again." He glared at his mom like she was making him do something that he really didn't want to do. I didn't blame him though.

"Well, I'm sorry, but Roy is resting. He won't be seeing anyone else right now."

Jordan's mom looked pissed, "Sue Ann, please. This is our sixth time, he's got to see us." She pleaded.

"Roy is well aware of Jordan's situation. And he very much wants to help just as soon as the Lord allows. Have faith, Mrs. Rourke." Sue Ann turned and walked back inside the house, disappearing behind the door. Jordan's mom turned to leave but stopped when she saw me.

"Why are you still even here? You got what you wanted." Boy was she pissed. But she didn't need to take it out on me. That was displacement and a very poor way to use defense mechanisms.

"Mom. Stop," Jordan pleaded. But she didn't.

"No, Jordan, this is too much. We've been to every single service. If Roy would stop choosing these strangers over you. Strangers who don't even believe. I just can't pray any harder." It hit me. Jordan was just as sick as I was.

"Jordan, what's wrong?" I could hear the worry in my own voice. I didn't know what it was about him but I felt a connection to him and I didn't want to lose that.

"I have this thing..." he hesitated.

"It's a brain tumor. It's inoperable. In six months, the doctors say..." Jordan put a hand on his moms shoulder to stop her from talking.

"Oh my god, Jordan, I'm so sorry." I felt the slight ting of tears behind my eyes.

"It's okay, Kat."

His mom turned to look at him, "No. It isn't," before turning her attention back to me, "Why do you deserve to live more than my son?"

I stood there, stunned, as she turned and walked away. Jordan gave me a sad look that said he was apologizing for his mother's behavior before he followed her.

It left a question in my head. Why did I deserve to live more than her son? Regardless of the plans the higher power had for me.

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I walked into the motel room, throwing my jacket on the bed and whacking Dean in the face with one of the sleeves, waking him up. I turned to see Sam was on his laptop at the computer. "What'd you guys find out?" I asked, taking my place at the table.

In a low, barely audible voice Sam whispered, "I'm sorry," keeping his eyes cast down towards the laptop keys.

"Sorry about what?" I asked, turning to look at a now fully awake, but unusually quiet Dean.

"Mandy Hall died at 4:17," Dean answered, speaking for the first time since he woke up.

"The exact time I was healed." I couldn't believe it. I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do with myself at that moment.

"Yeah," Sam started, "So, I put together a list of everyone Roy's healed, six people over the past year, and I cross-checked them with the local obits. Every time someone was healed, someone else died. And each time, the victim died of the same symptom LeGrange was healing at the time." I placed both my hands flat on the table and looked at my nails.

"Huh, so, someone's healed of cancer, someone else dies of cancer?" I asked.

"Somehow. LeGrange...he's trading a life for another," Sam clarified.

"Whack job," Dean commented, grabbing a couple beers and coconut water from the mini fridge. Handing the beer to Sam and the coconut water to me. They tasted like shit but Sam insisted I drink them for my health.

"Wait a minute. Mandy died to save me?" I asked, already knowing the answer as I uncapped my drink.

"Kat, the girl probably would've died anyway. And someone else would've been healed," Dean tried.

"You guys should never have brought me here. This was such a mistake on all our parts!" I practically yelled at them.

"Kitty," Dean let out a long breath, "we were just trying to save you."

"Dean, some guy is now dead because of me," I declared, getting up from the table and lying face down on the bed head buried in the pillow.

"I don't know," Sam disagreed. Well, it didn't matter if he did or not because I did. I could feel it, like I had someone else's soul inside of me.

"The thing I don't understand," Dean continued, "is how Roy is doing it? How's he trading a life for a life?" Dean came and sat beside me, placing a hand on my back.

"He's not," I shared with the class, propping myself up on my elbows but keeping my face towards the headboard. "Something else is doing it for him."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, intrigued.

I turned to look at him, "The old man I saw on stage I don't want to believe it, but deep down I knew," I whispered, mostly to myself but loud enough for them to hear.

"You knew what? What are you talking about?"

"There's only one thing that can give and take life like that." My brothers looked at each other, totally confused. "Guys, we're dealing with a reaper."

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"You really think it's the Grim Reaper? Like, angel of death, collect your soul, the whole deal?" Sam was sounding like he didn't believe me and was talking to a psych ward patient.

"No Sam, not the reaper, a reaper. There's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on earth, it goes by one hundred different names, it's possible that there's more than one of them." Seriously, I was talking to the encyclopedia of spirits and he didn't know this?

"But you said you saw a dude in a suit?"

"What, you think he should have been working the whole black robe thing? You said it yourself that the clock stopped, right? Reapers stop time. And you can only see them when they're coming at you which is why I could see it and you guys couldn't." I rushed out. "There's nothing else it could be Sam. The question is how is Roy controlling the damn thing?"

"That cross," Sam said, realizing something that I didn't know yet.

"What are you talking about, Sam?" Dean asked, he sounded tired, even though he had just woken up.

"There was this cross, I noticed it in the church and I knew I had seen it before."

"Like an upside down cross?" I asked.

"No, it wasn't upside down," he started flipping through old looking cards. He picked one out and held it up to Dean and me, "here."

"A Tarot?" Dean questioned, taking the card.

"It makes sense. Tarot dates back to the early Christian era, right, when some priests were still using magic? And a few of them veered into the dark stuff? Necromancy and how to push death away, how to cause it?"

"Why is everything we get involved in always fucked up?" I wondered out loud. I couldn't help but think about Jordan and how if we took Roy, or whoever was controlling the reaper, that he would die.

"So Roy's using black magic to bind the reaper?" Dean questioned, ignoring me.

"If he is he's riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a great white."

Dean got up to trash his beer bottle, "Okay, then we stop Roy."

"What!?" I exasperated.

"How?" Sam asked, confused. He knew exactly what Dean was talking about while I couldn't believe it.

"You know how," Dean answered. I froze. There wasn't even a sound of remorse in his voice or anything that indicated that he didn't want to do it.

"Wait," Sam was finally getting it, "what the hell are you talking about Dean, we can't kill Roy."

"Sam, the guy's playing God, he's deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book." I understood his point but at the same time I couldn't see Dean killing a human being that's not a spirit…A HUMAN. He was my Teddy Bear Dean. He couldn't be a killer.

"No," Sam brought me out of my thought rant. "We're not going to kill a human being Dean. We do that we're no better than he is."

"Okay, we can't kill Roy, we can't kill death. Any bright ideas college boy? Kat?" I gave Dean my best 'don't look at me, I'm just a kid that doesn't know anything' look. He turned to Sam.

"Okay. uh...If Roy's using some kind of black spell on the reaper, we gotta...figure out what it is. And how to break it."

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I walked into the tent when my phone rang, "What's up, Sammy?"

"Roy's choosing victims he sees as immoral. And I think I know who's next on his list." Sam's voice came through clearly. A little less clearly Dean's voice came through, "Remember that protestor?"

"That asshat from the parking lot?" I scrunched my forehead trying to remember.

"Yeah."

"I'll find him. But you can't let Roy heal anyone, alright?" I hung up the phone and continued my path into the tent, down the isle as Roy began.

"Jordan. Jordan Rourke. Come up here child." Oh shit. The crowd burst into pleased applause as Jordan and his mom both stood, her arms coming to wrap around him in joy.

"Oh man. Oh shit, really?" I asked myself, watching them hug.

As Jordan passed me I bragged him by his elbow, "Jordan, you can't go up there." I pleaded with him.

"Why not? We've waited for months!" I could see in his eyes that I wouldn't be getting him out of this but I had to try anyways.

"You can't let Roy heal you," I whispered.

"I don't understand, Roy healed you didn't he? Why can't you let him try?"

"Because if you do..." I looked into his eyes again, "something bad is going to happen. I can't explain. I just need you to believe me. Please, Jordan. Please believe me."

"Jordan?" Sue Ann called, waiting for him to come.

"Please," I begged but Jordan looked at me and shook his head.

"I'm sorry," he apologized before turning and walking towards the stage. Words were said but I couldn't recall what they were because I was so busy with worry about the protester, worry about Jordan's soul being traded with someone else's. I had to come up with a plan, and fast.

"Pray with me friends."

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