Title: Stigmata
Author: Grace
Parts: 2/6
Rating: R
Email: GraceSpradlin@hotmail.com 

Second Sign....

	Usagi walked into her apartment and slammed the
door. "Why?!?!" She was angry at all the people who
thought that she had tried to commit suicide. "Why the hell
would I do something like that?!?!?" She sat down on her
sofa and started to cry. She could tell that her friend,
Minako, thought it too. Minako had tried to get her to see a
psychiatrist, but Usagi wouldn't. She didn't need one. She
was not crazy. Usagi looked up and saw the cross her
mother gave her, sitting on the counter. It was exactly
where she had left it two days ago. 'Why did mom even
give me that? She knows that I am not a christian.' She
sighed and walked into her bedroom. Getting her night-
gown on, she slipped into bed. She needed some rest from
all that had happened in the last two days.

	The next day, Usagi woke up and dressed quickly.
She got up late *again*. She grabbed her purse and raced
out the door. Grabbing a taxi, like she does everyday, she
headed straight for work. She payed the driver and went
into the small building. Once she entered, all eyes were on
her. She noticed that some people looked frightened of her.
'Why?' She didn't know. 'They probably believe that I *did*
try to kill myself.' Sighing, she put her purse down and
looked at Minako. She seemed to be sad. Usagi looked
away and went straight to work. The day ended the same as
usual except for the occasional stares she got.

	Minako grabbed Usagi's hand and raced to catch the
subway train. They flew through the doors as they were
about to close. Minako raised her hand and wiped the
imaginary sweat from her brow. "That was close! We
barely made it." Usagi nodded and they sat down in the
corner as the train started moving. Usagi leaned forward
and looked to her right. Sitting in the far corner was two
holy woman otherwise known as 'sisters'. She thought
nothing of them and leaned back. She leaned forward again
and noticed a holy man otherwise known as a 'father'. He
was speaking in tongues to himself. Usagi leaned back
again, but something took ahold of her spirit and made her
stand up. She walked calmly over to the man and looked
him straight in the eye which made him look up at her.
"Are you Father Chiba Mamoru?" She asked. She really
didn't know why she asked it, but the *something* that had
ahold of her, was now controlling her. "No ma'm. I'm
sorry." Usagi looked at him for a minute then turned
around. She walked over to the two woman. She yanked
the large cross off that the first woman was wearing, and
threw it across the subway train. Suddenly, the train jerked
and everyone was thrown out of their seats. The train
wouldn't stop jerking so nobody could get back in their
seats. The lights shut off after blinking a couple times. 

	Usagi reached up and grabbed hold of one of the
things that you slide your hand in if you want to ride the
train standing up. She then grabbed ahold of the other one
on the other side of the train so she was now standing in the
middle of the chaotic train with her body forming a 'Y'.
Then out of nowhere, someone slashed at her back. To her,
it felt like a whip but she had no time to think of that as it
kept on whipping her. The pain was enormous. Her jacket
was cut open by the whip and her shirt had cuts through it.
Nobody noticed this through all the comotion and the lights
were still off. Then the holy man looked up and saw what
was happening. Being a christian himself, he couldn't
believe his eyes. Right before him, a young woman was
getting whipped by thin air. But deep down he knew what
was happening. He had heard about it. He looked at her
wrists and confirmed his thought. This was the 'Stigmata'.

	Usagi screamed in pain, but her cries just mingled
with those of the other frightened passangers. Her hands
were held in place like they were nailed there. The holes in
her wrists started to bleed through the bandage. It was
bleeding like it did when it first happened. Her back was in
so much pain. Blood dripped from her back and onto the
floor of the train. Suddenly, the train stopped moving and
all the people ran off the train. Her hands were let go and
she fell to the floor. Her screams were mere sobs now.
Minako ran up to her and tried to help her up. They limped
out of the train and people started to stare. Someone
managed to call the hospital and she was rushed to the ER.

	The bleeding had stopped, since it wasn't that bad in
the first place. Well, not as bad as her wrists. Her wrists
were cleaned again and rebandaged. She was laying on her
stomach while they worked on her back. Occasionally, she
would twitch from the pain of merely touching the cuts.
The doctors had never seen anything like it. They knew
what had caused it because it was obvious, but they didn't
know who would have done something like this to her.
They could tell that she was in a lot of pain. Just looking at
her brought tears to their eyes. They were trying to clean
the wounds as best as they could, without hurting her. 

	In New York City, the head of the Catholic Church,
Father Kenryoku Demando looked at the pictures that were
placed in front of him. "I took those last week. The statue is
solid. As a scientist, I do not know how to explain that. But
as a priest, I would say it has something to do with the Holy
Spirit." Mamoru rummaged through his briefcase again and
retrieved the infered pictures. "I do not believe that this
statue is some sort of sign. It is a fake. I know it is. I gave
you this assignment to prove this thing wrong. Seeing that
there is a problem with that, I have reassigned you to a new
one." Father Demando looked at the infered pictures and
sighed. "Why?" Mamoru was shocked. Never had he been
removed from an assignment so quickly. "Follow me."
Demando stood up and walked out of the room and into the
other, Mamoru on his heels.

	He walked over to a VCR set and pushed play on it.
The TV immediatly blared to life. "This is the camera
footage of a subway train in Philadelphia. Watch that one
woman in the center." Demando pointed to the screen.
Mamoru watched with fascination as the woman was beat
repeatedly by nothing in particluar. It seemed something
invisible was whipping her to death. He watched as she
screamed. He looked at her wrists and noticed that they
were bleeding through a bandage that was previously put
there. Mamoru winced as he saw her whipped again. He
saw that none of the other passangers noticed this.

	When the short clip was finished, Demando stopped
it and looked at Mamoru. "I want you in Philadelphia and I
want you to find this woman. This is serious." Mamoru
nodded and walked out of the room. 'How could something
like this happen?' He didn't know why but he knew what.
One word drifted through his head as he walked out of the
building. 'Stigmata'. He had known about the 'Stigmata'
for some time. He knew that really holy people were said to
experience the 'Stigmata': what Jesus Christ went through
when he was crucified. So far, only about five people had
experienced the 'Stigmata' and none of them experienced
the full thing. Not all five of the torturous attacks that Jesus
had. 

	Mamoru had found out that the man at the little
church, the Priest who had died, had experienced the
'Stigmata'. But he only got the first two attacks before he
died. He also noticed that the girl, so far, if she was
experiencing the 'Stigmata', had faced the first two as well.
He felt sorry for the girl. No. He didn't pity her. He just
didn't want that to have to happen to her. Mamoru picked
up his briefcase after putting a couple papers in it, then
headed for home. He needed to pack so he could get a
flight to Philadelphia. Somehow, he thought that he was
supposed to go there. Not just because Father Demando
had told him, but becuase, well, he couldn't explain it. It
was just like a sixth sense or was it his faith in God that is
leading him to this young girl? He didn't know, but he did
need to hurry up and get home.

	Minako looked at Usagi as she slept peacefully.
'What is happening to you, Usagi-chan?' She was quite
upset. She didn't exactly know what happened on the train
but all she knew was that someone had attacked her best
friend and they were going to pay. Minako broke down and
started to cry. She didn't know what to do. She wanted all
this pain for her friend, to stop. She looked up and sighed.
Placing her hand on Usagi's face, she brushed her fingers
along her friend's jawline. She sighed again and sat down
on the sofa/chair. She took Usagi's hand in her's then fell
asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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Well, on to part 3! Gotta finish before I forget what I'm supposed to write! : )   ^_^