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Authors: Michael Cordy

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When Ezekiel De La Croix stood and smiled at her, she felt so moved that she wanted to embrace him. She stared deep into his dark eyes, and said nothing. The guards sat her down, and attached her manacles to the metal ring in the middle of the steel table. When she was secure they walked back to the door. The taller one paused and addressed Ezekiel. "Sir, this is a secure room for use by attorneys and spiritual advisers. Your conversation cannot be monitored or recorded. But on no account must you touch the prisoner." He pointed to a large button on the wall. "When you've finished, or if you want anything, just ring the buzzer."
"I will," said Ezekiel, as the guards left the room, locking the door behind them.
Now that they were alone, Maria opened her mouth to speak. "Father, I am sorry. Please forg--" But before she could continue Ezekiel placed a finger over his mouth. Then he walked around the table and stood beside her, looking down at her. For a long while he just stood there saying nothing, staring at her. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but stilled her tongue, sensing he wanted to say something.
Suddenly she noticed tears on his cheek. He didn't make a sound, but there was no disguising it. The Father was crying.
Before she could say anything he knelt before her and bowed his head. When he did eventually speak it was so quietly that she couldn't hear him, and when he raised his voice and repeated his words she didn't understand them.
"May
you
be saved," he said more strongly.
She frowned. "What do you mean?"
Head still bowed, eyes still averted, Ezekiel said, "Dr. Carter found our match on Project Cana..."
"And?" she prompted.
"He has identified the person who possesses the genes of the Messiah. The same person who was born when the Sacred Flame changed. The same person who as a child had Christ's gift of healing." Ezekiel raised his head then, his black eyes drilling into hers. "That person is
you
, Maria. You are the New Messiah.
You
are the chosen one."
For a moment she froze, staring into his eyes, her brain unable to process what she had just heard. It went beyond shock; she was a bystander to the revelation Ezekiel had just made.
Could this be possible? Could this be true?
Despite her disbelief, a small part of her, a part deep in her consciousness, had no doubt.
You always knew you were chosen,
it seemed to say.
Now you know what for.
"May you be saved," said Ezekiel again.
This time Maria hesitated only a second before replying: "So I may save the righteous."
Ezekiel then stood and retook his seat. "Now you know your destiny, there is much I need to tell you. There is much we need to do."
Still barely able to believe how everything had suddenly changed, Maria was simply glad to be back in the Father's affection. She coaxed a smile, leaned forward as far as her manacles would allow, and listened to what he had to say.
T
hat night Maria barely slept. Gone was her despair, and even her stoic sense of resignation. Instead she couldn't stop thinking about all Ezekiel had told her, particularly the childhood stories she had long forgotten.
Could they have been real? Had they actually happened? All those feelings and memories she had suppressed as the fantasies of an unhappy child now came back. Every story Ezekiel had recounted to her now evoked and corroborated recollections that she had assumed and always been told were figments of her own imagination.
She opened her eyes and looked defiantly into the dark ness that filled the cell, willing herself to recall everything she usually tried to forget. What she most remembered was the fear and fatigue as she'd walked to every broken and bloody girl who had fallen from the orphanage tower, trying to make the still bodies move again. On her prison bunk her body relived the dull ache and outflowing of energy every time she'd embraced the girls, and the numbing tiredness afterward that left her feeling pale and wretched. But most of all she remembered the relief when, one by one, they had stood up and brushed themselves off.
Somehow the patina of the past and her own denial were gradually peeled away by Ezekiel's revelation of her destiny, leaving the preserved images and feelings uncorrupted by time.
Ezekiel had told her all about his visit to Dr. Carter's lab and how the scientist had revealed her genetic inheritance. He had also informed her that Gomorrah had been unleashed on Dr. Carter and his team. She told him that she wanted to finish Dr. Carter herself, but Ezekiel would give only a noncommittal shrug. More important, the Inner Circle still hadn't resolved
how
they were going to get her out of here. And she had only twelve days left.
The thought of her imminent execution made her mind wander back to her abilities. They fed her with a feeling of power and control that went beyond any righteous thrill she had experienced executing a kill. The incident of the bee stings affected her more than the others because not only could she remember it vividly, but it gave her an idea that made her tremble with excitement.
She wondered if she could still perform these feats of healing. She tried to think back to the time when she gave up those powers, but couldn't. All she could recollect was the fear and despair of being continually punished for her "lies." Still, she felt sure that if she only allowed her powers to return, they somehow would.
She had always felt she was chosen. She now realized that there had been a plan laid down for her after all, and she had been wrong to doubt her faith. A fever took control of her. Man had always been able to affect death; she knew that better than most. But only God had ever wielded true
control over life as well. So, if she shared this ability, what did that make her? A true child of God?
She rolled off her bunk and paced the dark cell, willing the dawn. Exhilaration raced through her. It was clear what she had to do now--obvious even. She hoped the Father returned tomorrow so she could tell him her plan. If she was to get out of here, then she would need his help, and that of the Brotherhood--of
her
Brotherhood. She smiled in the now harmless dark.
There was so much to prepare.
E
zekiel De La Croix did not return the next day. But Maria Benariac did have another visitor later that afternoon.
Tom Carter waited alone in the featureless interview room of the state penitentiary, unaware that Ezekiel had sat in this very chair the day before. Tom's blue shirt and cotton jacket were crumpled. Dark semicircles of tiredness cast shadows beneath his eyes and his head ached. He looked vacantly around the depressing room, registering the off-white windowless walls and the harsh fluorescent tube lighting. His mind was elsewhere. He wasn't even sure why he had come any longer.
He had returned from Corsica yesterday feeling both frustrated and excited. Confident that Maria could help Holly, but far from confident that she would--whatever inducement he gave her. At Logan Airport he had sailed through customs and on reaching the main concourse had scanned the waiting faces for the GENIUS driver he'd arranged to meet him, desperate to get back and see Holly.
To his surprise, Jack was there instead, with two policemen flanking him. One look at his friend's unsmiling face and his first thought was that Holly's condition had deteriorated--or worse. However, his relief on hearing otherwise had been shortlived.
"What? An explosion in Bob Cooke's apartment? How is he?"
A shake of Jack's head. "He's dead, Tom. Along with his girlfriend, and an old man who lived in the apartment below."
"Dead?" Tom hadn't been able to take it in. Still couldn't.
And then after the initial shock the question that flashed across his brain was: Did he solve the mouse puzzle before he died? He had guiltily pushed this query to one side almost as soon as he had thought it, but it was still there, unanswered.
Bob Cooke's death hadn't been the whole news, of course. Far from it. It was when he heard how Nora had apparently found her mother dead in bed and subsequently died of a heart attack that he'd begun to understand the implications.
"Nora died of a heart attack?" he'd said incredulously, repeating what Jack had told him like some idiot mimic. "But Nora had the constitution of an ox, and her mother had been ill for years. Her death would have been anything but a shock to Nora..."
And finally in the car on the way back to GENIUS, Jack had told him about Jazz's crash.
"Oh, no! For God's sake, tell me
she's
okay!"
A tired shake of the head from Jack. "It's too early to tell."
That was when it all had become clear. Horribly clear.
"My guess is that whoever was behind Maria Benariac is still trying to stop Cana," Jack had said. "And that means that Preacher or no Preacher, you are still a target."
For a long moment he had thought of giving up there and then. Not because his life was in danger--the novelty of that had long since worn off. But because his obsessive quest to save his daughter had cost so many other lives. He was no longer just one in a long list of people some sicko fanatic didn't agree with and wanted dead. This was about someone wanting to stop his project and
everyone
attached to it at all costs. And now they had killed people--
his friends
--because of what
he
was doing. Because of his selfish, single-minded, fuck-what-anybodyelse-thinks quest to save his daughter. And come to think of it, was he really just trying to save his daughter? Or was that quest just a cover for his obsessive crusade to teach nature a lesson? To kill cancer and
all those other twisted turns of vicious chance that Mother Nature throws out to prove how pathetic we and our technology really are. Wasn't he really just trying to subjugate her and redress the balance, at whatever the cost to those around him?
Isn't that what this is all about? he had asked himself as Jack turned the car into the GENIUS campus. It was only after he'd gone to the ward and looked into Holly's trusting eyes and fed off her courage that he'd managed to suppress those demons that fueled his self-doubt. It was only then that he'd seen the true purity of what he was trying to do, the simple truth that he was using everything in his power to save his daughter. Nothing more. Nothing less.
If he managed to save others, that was all fine. But that mission, that
burden
, was already taken care of by the other initiatives under way at GENIUS and countless other places around the world. All Cana was concerned with, all
he
was concerned with, was saving his daughter. If the deaths of those who had been killed helping him on the project were to mean anything, then he had to follow it through to the end. And if anyone else tried to stop him, then
they
were the evil ones tampering with nature--tampering with a father's natural drive to save his child--not him.
Still, as he sat in the interview room on death row, listening to the approaching footsteps, he knew his situation--a man negotiating with his murdered wife's killer for the salvation of his daughter--was far from natural.
When the two guards brought Maria into the room, Tom was struck by two things. The first was how content she looked. This was no normal inmate on death row. No normal person could look this relaxed only days away from death. But then he reminded himself that the Preacher was anything but normal. The second thing that struck him was that she didn't seem particularly surprised to see him. If anything she seemed a little disappointed that he wasn't someone else. For a fleeting instant he wondered who.
He didn't exchange words with her as the guards secured her manacles to the loop on the table. But when they gave him the call-us-if-you-need-anything speech and pointed
out the buzzer near the door, Maria smiled at him. It was a conquering, pitying smile.
After the guards had gone Maria still made no move to say anything. Her hair was growing back, and if it wasn't for those eyes, and her unnaturally sculpted bone structure, she would have looked almost cute, even vulnerable, like a newly hatched chick. He had prepared a speech before he'd come, but on seeing her sitting there it seemed suddenly irrelevant. So without bothering with any preliminaries, he told her about Project Cana and how it had succeeded in finding a match. He was surprised by her lack of reaction. Then he revealed that she
was
the match. Again her calm was shocking.
"What do you think about what I've told you?" he asked eventually, wanting her to say something. But she just shrugged, as if he'd asked her which flavor ice cream she liked.
"Don't you find what I've told you...interesting?" he pushed. "Not even a little ironic?"
"Sure," she said in that offhand manner of hers. "But what I really find interesting is that you've come here to tell me. I told you it wasn't over yet."
Tom bit his lip. Her attitude made him want to reach across and slap that smug, evil face. What was it Alex would always say after telling him ghost stories as a kid?
"
A witch is the only lady you can hit
."
"
What about a she-devil
?"
"
Them too. But they're different, son; with them you've got to
make sure you hit them so hard they stay down. Because when
they come back at you they're as vicious as hell
..."
Tom tried to keep himself calm. It was obvious Maria already knew about the genes. Nobody could be this cool. But who could have told her? Then it hit him. Ezekiel must have made contact with her, introducing himself to her to check out his New Messiah. It was the old man who'd told her about the genes. That was how she knew. Tom wondered for a moment what Ezekiel had made of her. The Preacher must have been as big a shock to the Brotherhood's holy plans as she was to his Holly plans.
He took a deep breath and decided that the only way he was going to get through this was to stick to the facts. If she helped, she helped, and if she didn't...
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