High School

By Sonya Lee

Story 5 in the Malevolent Chronicles: Age of Innocence

Agnes is a teenager with extraordinary abilities who is on the run. She is seeking help from a priest but she feels she need to tell him all before she asks him for his assistance. She is so close to gaining Father MacArthur's assistance but she must tell him some things even her parents weren't aware of. Will he still be willing to help her or will this latest confession change Father MacArthur's mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sonya Lee
• Release date: Jun 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301905508

Sonya Lee

Sonya Lee grew up in Chicago, IL. She lived on the south side of the city. She taught at many Chicago Public Elementary schools before relocating to the south. Ms. Lee wrote as a child but the demands of school and work stopped her from writing for many years. Ms. Lee began writing again in December of 2011. Since that point she has published several short stories and two novellas. She is currently a Doctoral Candidate at the University of Mississippi and will continue to write books and teach.

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High School

Malevolent Chronicles:

Age of Innocence

Sonya Lee

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Chapter 1

I sat at the window, binoculars in hand, watching the street in front and along the sides of St. Thomas Church. Everything appears to be normal, but I know better. That’s why I’ve made it a habit, these past few months, to never stay in one place too long. But I’ve been in this city for more than a month and its’ getting more dangerous by the day for me to remain. Its’ a necessity for me to speed up the process with Father MacArthur or I’ll really be running the risk of getting caught.

I know that the longer I stay in the city, the more the likelihood of Dr. Johnson and his crew finding me. I don't have the inexhaustible resources that the good doctor currently has at his disposal. I know Father MacArthur can help me but I’m not sure he's willing to assist me at this time. As I sat at the double windows, monitoring the scene below, these thoughts continuously bombarded my psyche. Was I making the right choice by remaining in the city? Should I move on or should try to get father MacArthur to do what I needed him to do for me? So many questions, yet I didn't have the time or the luxury to provide the answers.

I continued my vigil at the window, my thoughts going over the stories I'd already told Father MacArthur about my past. The stories he'd heard were ones that made me seem more like an avenging angel trying to right wrongs rather than an evil person. I know the father probably thinks I'd never hurt anyone intentionally, that it was all in my subconscious mind but I know better. That's why I have to tell him this next story and the one after that. Once he can see me at my best and worst, perhaps he will understand better how my innocence was lost and how I came to be in the place I am now.

I know I can't continue to have him believing that I only harm those who’ve harmed others. Father MacArthur has to be exposed to my dark side before I ask for his help. He has to understand me fully and be aware of what he’s getting himself into. I finally drag myself from my musings and scan the area once again.

I know the good doctor will be watching Father MacArthur. This makes my situation even more tenuous than it had been before. As I scan the area around the church I spot the surveillance van. Its’ parked about a half a block down from the church. Its’ posing as a carpet delivery service which would allow them to sit there for several hours. Of course, the building its sitting in front of is scheduled to be demolished in a couple of days, so it has no need for new carpet. Dr. Johnson should have done his homework better.

I know about the demolition because I almost used the building for my hideout. I changed my mind after learning about the demolition scheduled. I also realized that I would be safer having a vantage point that allowed me to see the good doctor and his crew coming from several different angles. Therefore, my hiding place needed to be several stories high with more than one escape route.

I’ve learned a few things since my last run in with Dr. Johnson and his crew. They nearly caught me. If it wasn't for my quick thinking and the intervention of a Good Samaritan, I would be a lab rat for Dr. Johnson and his cronies.

I no longer rush head first into a situation. I examine everything from a distance before deciding to become involved. Dr. Johnson understands my need to help and he played on that need. The last incident with Dr. Johnson taught me a little about psychological warfare and of all things mouse traps.

Dr. Johnson hadn't realized that he provided me with such excellent Intel the last time we crossed paths. He hadn't changed his methods at all and our last encounter allowed me to become familiar with his tactics. That's how I know that if they have a surveillance van sitting outside the church, they also have eyes on the inside of the church. I can't risk contacting Father MacArthur directly and phones were out of the question. I'd have to think about that for a while. I could always contact him telepathically but I run the risk of him thinking he is going crazy or I might disrupt his brain function. I’d done it before with him but I was reluctant to try it again. The longer I sit here contemplating the situation, the more I realize I might not have a choice but to try to contact him using telepathy.

I tore my attention away from the surveillance van, it brought even more issues to mind. The surveillance van was a problem, but not one I couldn’t handle. I redirected my attention back to Father MacArthur. He was pacing back and forth in his office. He appeared to be deep in thought. A quizzical frown seemed to crease his brow every few minutes. Something was bothering him deeply and I had an inkling it was my situation.

I took a quick peek into his mind to confirm my suspicions. His thoughts were clouded with images of the stories that I had told him about my past. He was wondering who Dr. Johnson really was and just what I had gotten him into. I absented myself from his mind as quickly as I had entered it. For the first time in a long time I was thankful for all my parents had taught me. For all their secrecy, the training they had given me has helped me stay alive and free.

Knowing that father MacArthur was thinking about me gave me an idea. I knew it would be dangerous for me to try to contact him directly, but a telepathic message was always a possibility if I could do it right. Delving into another person's mind undetected was easy for me but my parents were the only ones who have been able to deal with me projecting my thoughts into their minds continuously. The distance was a factor as well. The proximity of myself to my subject is important. The closer I am to them, the easier it is for me to communicate without harming their brain function. The first time I communicated with Father MacArthur like this I was hidden in the Church so my difficult level was decreased. I don’t have that luxury right now, I can’t risk being that close, so I have to try it at a distance, if I’m going to try it at all.

I pondered the idea of sending him a message for several moments. I just wasn't sure how he'd take the invasive tactic and if it would prove detrimental to his mind. The first time I did it, he was never aware that I was in his mind, he thought I was sitting across from him in the confessional. This time he would know I was nowhere near him. On top of that, there’s the fact that I process thoughts more quickly than normal humans. Normal people can't process the loads of information that I can in a millisecond. Transferring my thoughts to another person's mind was like downloading information on a computer. Only the human mind isn't a computer, which is where my problem with sending thoughts begins.

I still remember the last time I sent my thoughts to someone else's mind. My intent at that time was seriously malicious, it was meant to teach someone a lesson but instead I had learned one. A chill ran down my spine from thinking about the last time I invaded someone's mind. For the first time in a long time I was actually scared to tell Father MacArthur what I had done but I knew I had tell him. Besides there was no turning back now, I had already left the draft at the e-mail address.

I sent up another prayer asking for forgiveness. Once I finished my prayer, I got back down to the business at hand. I scanned the street once again. It was a little after nine o'clock on a Monday night. Father MacArthur wasn't scheduled to check the e-mail until Thursday or Friday. Unfortunately for me, the good doctor was keeping a close eye on the father and getting a little too close to finding me. I didn't think I'd have enough time to cover my escape. I needed Father MacArthur to check the e-mail tonight.

Understanding finally dawned on me. I was out of options. I'd have to send father MacArthur a message telepathically. I cleared my mind of all unnecessary information and focused only on simple thoughts to send to the father. I knew the amount of time it took for people to respond to hearing my voice in their heads varied, depending on how susceptible they were to me. Father MacArthur was very open to me, so it was easier for him to receive messages from me. Once I had cleared all the extra noise from my thoughts I sent father MacArthur a message.

I picked the binoculars up off of the windowsill and looked at the father to gage his reaction. I received an acknowledgement of my message much quicker than I expected. One second he was pacing the floor the next he was scanning the room looking for the source of my voice. I sent the message again.

Father, please don't be alarmed that I am communicating with you in this manner. I generally don't invade someone's mind without prior permission but time is of the essence. You can stop looking around the room, I am not there. Just take a couple of deep calming breaths and pay attention to what I am saying.

I watched him closely as he tried to get a hold of himself. When I thought that he had settled down somewhat I continued with my message.

"I need you to retrieve the e-mail tonight. Dr. Johnson is getting too close. I don't know how much longer I can avoid detection from him and his men, if I stay in the city. There is so much I have left to tell you but I have run out of time. Tonight at midnight go to the internet cafe on Jackson and Wabash. The e-mail I sent you has two stories that you need to hear before you learn why I sought you out. I have also included a new e-mail address and password for you to memorize. I will be out of contact with you for a while. It is urgent that I get Dr. Johnson and his team off of my trail. He has men watching the church and you'll probably find surveillance cameras in your office and your sleeping quarters. If you have a fly swatter use it on the video surveillance bugs, they will be small like flies and hidden in plain sight. There is also a van parked a half a block from the church, they have eyes on the front and back entrances. Leave through