The Twins of Kane - Leviticus 3.4

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The Twins of Kane – Leviticus 3.4

People started crowding around me as I laid there on the ground gasping. I could hear concern from several of them. One had said something about insanity, and another had said something about a “heart attack” but for the most part it appeared that most of them had seen Mary go nuts and attack me, and then die in the middle of it. The person that started cradling my head touched my shoulder and the pain went away immediately. I didn’t recognize the person at all, but he said to me, “Don’t speak, your ribs probably can’t handle the pressure,” which he didn’t have to tell me twice. Breathing was killing me enough at the moment, and I didn’t want to even try to get through explaining this crap to people with this kind of pain, even though my shoulder was feeling better.

The young blonde man holding my head was quite beautiful in his own rights which made me feel the need to hold my hand up to touch his face. For some reason my mind told me that if it was Lou, I could reveal that simply by touching his face, but it didn’t change other than the smile that appeared to be more broad when I touched it. With that he reached down and pressed two fingers into my abdomen which made me flinch expecting to feel the searing pain I have heard is associated with broken ribs, but my ribs felt perfectly fine as his fingers went into my stomach. He then lifted his fingers to his mouth in a “shhhh” gesture before he whispered to me, “Tell your friend he owes me one and I don’t laugh because his priest joke isn’t funny,” and then he helped me to my feet.

I didn’t get up too easily, because my mind wouldn’t let me simply accept that I was fine. It hadn’t appeared to catch up to the actual scenario and was still mired in the defensive posture of trying to protect a thoroughly broken body. I knew the need to get up and get out of here before all of the awkward questions like, “What the hell happened here?” comes along from local law enforcement. Most of them would be more concerned in checking out my body to make sure that it isn’t damaged, which would be the only real tragedy to any of them. The man walking beside me, who I pretty much knew the name from his comment as I got to my feet, but still feel hard pressed to speak it, was ushering me away from the scene with a bit of haste. “Aren’t they going to come looking for me when the witnesses tell the cops what happened?” I finally asked him when we were out of clear earshot.

He looked at me a bit puzzled, “I never liked the limitations that are placed on me when I come to your plain of existence,” and then he sighed, “I am not used to using the subtleties that are afforded to me here, so I am just going to assume that you know too much already,” he added while still walking me away from the scene. “Unlike my brother, I lie quite frequently, and I could lie to you right now. He doesn’t seem to think it is a valuable tool in dealing with mortals, but then again he doesn’t have to stand over a dying child and try to give them hope, even when a new life is staring them in the face. It’s not in his nature, so he actually has less opportunity I suppose,” again he sighed again in a bit of a melodramatic overstatement, “he does things that could be considered ‘good’ by the unconcerned mind, but he usually does it in the hope that he will get something out of it, and he is far more passionate than the rest of us. It does play into his nature after all.”

I started wondering if he was going to answer my question instead of rambling on about other things. I was about to ask him when he suddenly stopped in front of the bench that I had appeared at when I had jumped out of the time I am in now the last time. He sat down without a second glance or even asking me to sit beside him. I did anyway, and then he continued on, “You are an amazing woman,” he then chirped up. “I can see why Lucifer can’t avoid you, because you are the total opposite of him,” which actually hurt a bit when I considered what I saw in Lou which was a beautiful man but he continued, “Ah, I see what they mean about reading faces and expressions, now. I don’t mean on the outside my friend, you happen to be a very beautiful woman. God would be quite jealous of you, if she were prone to that, but I mean inside you are so strong and rational that my brother probably spends every free moment he has when he is not hunting Darius to try to understand you,” and he smiled at me. “I can’t change time either my friend but I can do certain things to change the present, and nobody there will know you were ever in the vicinity. I am just hoping that I didn’t overdo it like I did that time back in the time most people call ‘the dark ages’, because everyone there will forget you even existed.”

Without even thinking I mused out loud, “I would hate to see how Homer would explain my life,” and looking at the smile on his face, I could see that he did have a sense of humor. “Why am I involved in all of this?” I asked him hoping that his ability to lie wouldn’t come in handy at this particular moment.

He smiled somewhat gravely and said, “I don’t know,” he took in a deep breath and then said, “I forget to breathe sometimes because I don’t have to do it when I am not here,” but he definitely saw me looking at him like I wasn’t dropping this. Again he took another deep breath and said, “You actually wouldn’t be involved in all of this right now if my brother hadn’t decided to take his will off of Darius. He could have taken him back to hell, but his minion would have killed you,” he looked away from me, as if it was painful to continue but did all the same, “when he took Mary’s life, which he was entitled to since she unknowingly gave her soul to him through Darius, he let go long enough for Darius to get away.”

“Why can’t you help him?” I asked somewhat impudently, but then again, if they are all going to include me in on this crap they are damn well going to deal with me the way I am.

He started nodding his head with a very amused smile on his face and then said to me, “I can’t, or at least I couldn’t. I’m not supposed to, or at least I wasn’t,” he looked up like he was trying to get the answer out of thin air, “You’ll have to forgive me, I know what I am trying to say, but I am limited to this form to try to explain it. It goes like this, and you will have to try to put it into something that you can understand for me after I tell you, ok?” After I nodded my agreement he started explaining it as he could, “I can’t help him, we’ll just leave it at that, but when he lost Darius he started screaming to the heavens that he quit,” he started looking at his hands, “that could mean a lot of things, but I am assuming that he meant that he wasn’t going along with everything the way it is, and you just have to believe me when I say that that is the worst thing that could ever happen. In a moment of terror I called back to him, and told him that I could protect you, and he continued after Darius like he has to.”

I sat there mired in my own quagmire of crap that I have been locked in now for roughly one day, but seeming to last several weeks, and then started talking to him like a student who has solved a complicated physics project, “He was going to stop being the force of evil that un-complicates things by having a good and a bad separated.”

There was a look of shock on his face as he stared at me, “I never thought of it that way, but it appears that you understand far too well. I don’t even really know how to respond to that so I won’t, but if it makes you happy, I didn’t have to lie,” he then put my hand in his and started talking again, “For lack of a better term, he is extremely clever though, and he bound me into all of this, and I don’t know if he did it on purpose or not, but it wouldn’t be against his grain. He forced the hands of me and all of my brothers by my moment of weakness. I have sworn to protect you, so I have to keep an eye on you whether I like it or not, and I think he may have done it to keep you safe from him as well.”

I could feel that strange rustling of the piece of parchment in my pocket again, and with a sigh of my own I pulled it out and looked at it. The words etched on the paper read out “He talks too much doesn’t he?” and then as usual the words faded away to be replaced by different words, “He means well, but he can’t be trusted around people,” the words vanished again and in came, “Tell him that priest joke, he hates it,” which made me smile a little too obviously.

Off in the distance I could see that again familiar shape of Lou walking towards me as he had before when I sat in this place and time. Looking beside me I could see that I was alone again, and unfortunately as time has gone on, for lack of a better term, I didn’t even consider it strange. This whole endeavor had made me pretty jaded. The parchment in my hand made that familiar feel it does now as the words changed on it, “They don’t get along very well.” … To be continued