The Plague Runner by Burgy P.J

Author:Burgy, P.J. [Burgy, P.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Infected
Published: 2020-10-05T04:00:00+00:00

The morning came, and Kara was stiff when they pulled her from the box. She didn't look at the faces of the Purgers who came for her, though she knew she would probably recognize more than one of them. She put up little struggle as they dragged her out of the office and into the hall. Then they pulled her into a different little room and began to forcibly strip her of her clothing.

She screamed out, kicking, trying to scratch them, trying to punch or bite. It was useless, and she was restrained. A new, white, flowing garment was placed onto her body and she was brought out of the room, her anger and indignation fueling her as she attempted to escape. They'd thrown a white robe on her, like an acolyte, and dragged her down a long hall.

She was brought into their church, down the aisle between the pews, her captors gripping her arms. The room was packed with them, the Purgers, all of them, standing in wait for her arrival. Father Isaac waited there, near his podium, standing silently next to a large halved barrel. The closer she got, the better she could see it. Kara saw the water in the barrel and looked around, confused.

Elijah was on the stage, his eyes wet, but his cheeks dry. Simon was close by for sure, but she couldn't spot him as she swung her head around, eyes wildly scanning the chapel. She saw their faces, rapt and eager. Father Isaac's flock wore their hunting garments, and some held candles aloft.

“Let me go!” Kara screamed at them.

“My child,” Father Isaac said.

She was brought before him and continued to fight, struggling in the grips of her captors. She could feel them squeezing, tightening their grasp on her arms.

Father Isaac approached her, his expression unreadable, and he touched her forehead, his fingers in her hair. He looked at her with eyes that suddenly became sad, lost, unfocused. After a breath passed from his parted lips, a new light entered his face.

“You will be brought over to us. But first, you must be cleansed of your sins,” Father Isaac spoke, and he indicated to the barrel of water with one of his hands.

The Purgers dragged Kara over to it, forcing her to kneel, her face close to the water. She could see down to the bottom of the barrel, and she felt that she knew what was about to happen.

“Take a deep breath.” It was Elijah's voice, quiet, from close by. He came up beside one of the men holding her and, after a quick exchange, replaced him. Elijah was strong, but he didn't squeeze her arm or shoulder too hard. He kept a firm pressure on the back of her neck then, his fingers curling around her throat. “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.”

“Eli,” she whispered.

Then, he shoved her face into the barrel of water.

Father Isaac was shouting, calling out passages from his book, or from his mind. His words were muddied and hard to make out from inside of the barrel.

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