Hooray, another excerpt from my novel Fatal Followers. I am a little late, sorry about that, but I pray you waive this tardiness. This scene, picking up exactly from where we left off in the last excerpt, is my “arming of the hero” scene. I enjoyed writing this way back when and even more so editing it, capturing what I hope is what would really happen if a young man received two weapons. OOOOh shiny! Hope you enjoy, dear friends. I’ll be adding this excerpt to the Index immediately.
From Act I: Hell to Come of Fatal Followers by R. Adrianus.
After Mr. Armstrong left the room, Joseph looked at Isaiah in quite a pleasant manner.
“So how have you been?” asked Joseph, “Trying out your powers?”
“Yeah. I’ll admit it was kind of weird at first. They don’t write ‘how to use divine powers for dummies’ you know. I was a bit freaked out.”
“Funny. And I bet you were wondering where I was these past few weeks,” said Joseph.
“Yeah, kind of. Was hoping you wouldn‘t come back to be honest.”
“Part of me sort of wishes that as well. But truth be told, I was in Rome, for quite a privileged meeting. I traveled to the Vatican to speak with the Pope.”
“The Pope? So you guys just go down to the local coffee shop and enjoy a cappuccino or something?” asked Isaiah, laughing at the idea.
“Actually we drank machiatos,” Joseph laughed, “In fact I met up with quite a few important people, some political, but mostly religious leaders who have an equal stake in this just as much as we do. Kind of a secret rendezvous if you get my meaning. It was decided that we should hold off on this delicate news.”
“Well because if the world is notified, there might be mass anarchy. The end of the world would have quite a powerful effect on the populations.”
“Yeah, no doubt there,” agreed Isaiah. A swirl of ghostly and chaotic scenarios spun in his mind.
“And actually that wasn’t the main reason I went,” continued Joseph, “While I was there, I asked the Pope if I could have a few hours to pray in St. Peter’s Basilica. Alone. I needed to be there because I was expecting a package.”
“A package? Did God tell you that the FedEx truck was on its way?”
Joseph rolled his eyes at the comment, “In my dreams I would often see something put in that church. It wasn’t until recently that I discovered actually when I needed to retrieve it”.
“And what was it?” Isaiah intently, trying to make up for his joke.