Tuesday, August 9, 2005

The Disciple

The Disciple
by Dean Marando


E-MAIL from FATHER RUPERT MANDER to CHIEF PRIEST FREDERIC POULAIN (Vatican City, ROME)

4th of June 2004, 7.38pm

My Dear French friend,

An eighteen hour flight and no sleep. I am typing from the airport on my laptop. I was picked up from the airport by your amice Consuela Bravo. Mexican is she? Very easy on the eye, but very impressive with directions, she does remind me of someone I once new. She has informed me we are to leave on foot for the jungles of this very humid country for it bears no trails of road. I will try to e-mail you with an over view of the current situation in a few days.

Father Mander


FATHER RUPERT MANDER’S JOURNAL

5th of June 2004. Early Morning –. I have not slept for two nights I have mostly been consumed by the readings of Father Stare’s journals about the natives he is enticing to learn the ways of God. He writes highly of them though he must hand signal with to communicate, I will not hesitate to work with these natives till we find the whereabouts of Father Stare. On the night of my arrival (last night) in Bolivia greeted by Consuela I was notified we had to set out north to the secluded town of Triste we set out on our journey. I was amazed not to see a trace of human existence, buildings, houses or even retreats. After a seven hour trek through the humid and daunting jungle we safely arrived. We opened what seemed to be an abandoned ten foot wooden gate, with no guard on standby. A feeling of complete and utter surrender came over me and I could sense it also in Consuela amid her mighty exterior. At first I though I was only a bit jaded and thirsty. We rolled up to the massive pillars which up top held a rounded over-whelming arch. My attention was averted to Consuela’s superior forearm un-mercifully pounding at the door. Consuela then took out her shotgun, seemingly knowing more of the situation than I, blew a hole through the top left hinge. As the door dived to the concrete floor a great gust of accumulated dust rose into a whirl in the air. We then suddenly knew that the shelter had been abandoned. I’m not sure if I have feelings for Consuela or maybe she makes me feel at ease in this eerie shack. We used the one room shelter for some well earned rest. I will set out now to unearth the mysteries to Father Stare’s disappearance.


E-MAIL from FATHER RUPERT MANDER to CHIEF PRIEST FREDERIC POULAIN (Vatican City, ROME)

6th of June 2004, 2.48am

Frederic,

It is by my regard that I inform you about the death of Father Ignatius Stare. The details of his death will be delivered to you by letter. As it’s been two whole days and still no response from you, hope you are well. I am on my second backup battery of three as I have stupidly forgotten to turn my laptop off, for I was waiting for a response. Dear Consuela has lectured me of the operations of these un-holy devices . I must leave to save battery. Please reply soon we have found Father Stare.
P.S. There is no sign of the natives.
Father Mander



FATHER RUPERT MANDER’S JOURNAL
6th of June 2004. Night – I am a servant of God and will not be led down to the temptation of Adam and Eve . 27 years of first hand vision, the horrors I have seen, the many suspect victims of the Stigmata, the undiscovered truths that lie within the violence of these crimes. Molestations of babies, that is not able to come to the realization of their parent’s barbaric crimes. The satanic rituals, the exorcisms, what future must our children live for. I am in grief and in horror as we found the poor Father Ignatius Stare dried out 15km’s from the shelter we currently inhabit. The hideous crimes this man has been put through. I came to my find that he had been brutally raped, tortured and decapitated. The strange but not spiritually uncommon thing about this, on his back he had two cuts into his skin both on corresponding shoulder blades. It’s about 3am I have sent e-mail to Father again and still no response from the Vatican. I grow weary; we must live on rations and sips of water it is deserted here. We have searched the jungles and banks of the rivers and the indigenous locals that Father Stare wrote of in his journals seem not to exist.


E-MAIL from FATHER RUPERT MANDER to CHIEF PRIEST FREDERIC POULAIN (Vatican City, ROME)

7th of June 2004, 11.48pm

Frederic,

Still no response from you, I inform you to let you know that I must stay. I must investigate this brutal murder and also the disappearance of the natives. It would be greatly appreciated if you can send some aid this way.
P.S. Father Stare’s body is missing
Father Mander


FATHER RUPERT MANDER’S JOURNAL

8th of June 2004. Night – For the love of humanity, God please help me. If ever we spoke of divine intervention now is the time the need for such high powers must exist. Luckily for me I had this lovely woman beside me, courage, nerves of steel she was the heroin of my downfall. Earlier this morning, using the information from Father Stare’s journal we proceeded to the east of this desolate country we traveled about a few km’s. We came upon what was marked on one of Father Stare’s maps of discovery he had reached. It was a place beside a river named Xavis. We reached the embankment where suddenly arrows flew out aiming at us. We ran west amid the fire but my legs grew weak and not knowing it we both fell into a trap, where lay poor Father Stare.

FATHER RUPERT MANDER’S JOURNAL

I’m not sure what day it is anymore; it must be around 4 days after we entered this hole. I don’t seem to care anymore. The natives took Consuela away I heard screams. This will probably be my last entry. I don’t have the heart to write anymore……………………………………………………………………………………… Today I saw an angel she was beautiful, she had the resemblance of Consuela. God must have given her wings………………………………………………………………………………………. I am here with a dead corpse but I am still alive, I am in a beautiful kingdom, I understand now, Father Stare had shed his wings. I am in purgatory.


This is not THE END