Chapter Nine - Saint

    Chapter Nine - Saint

    What the Antithesis do with the bodies of those they carry away is a matter of hot debate, debate that the few remaining governments try hard to suppress.

    Its a good thing that theyre piss poor at that, isnt it?

    --Random Internet Commentator, in the comments of live footage of an active Antithesis biofactory

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    Nun girl was the first to react. She fell onto her knees and clasped her hands together over her chest. Forgive me, saint, I did not... Im sorry. Please forgive me, she begs while bowing from the neck again and again like one of those little water-pecker bird toys

    The whole thing would have been a whole lot more awkward had I not also been on my knees. As it was, it was pretty damned weird. Hey, yeah, no, none of that. Im no saint.

    Nun girl looked up, confusion warring with something like awe in her eyes. Are you not one of the vanguard? she asked.

    I pressed a hand to my stomach, over the spot where Id been wounded. The WoundStop was leaking out in dribbles, the rubbery material melting away only for cool skin to replace it. It looked about as strange as it felt. I suppose, I muttered. Shit, this feels fucky.

    The NanoRegenerative treatment will bring you back to a much better condition, though you should nonetheless be careful about reopening injuries. Also, the likelihood of cancerous cells appearing in those areas has increased by an order of magnitude.

    What? I hissed. I raised a hand. Not you guys, I said as I gestured to the side of my head. The... voice in my... you know what, just pretend Im not saying anything, alright?

    As you wish, nun girl said.

    Baldy took a step back and looked ready to bolt. I dont know what got to him, the stuff appearing around me as if by magic, or the mention of voices in my head. Either way, he was trying to do the smart thing and piss off.

    Nun girl got up far faster than someone wearing such long skirts looked like they could, and grabbed baldy by the arm. You are staying here until the saint has dismissed you, she said.

    Baldy didnt seem to like that, but I had bigger shit to worry about.

    What was that about cancer? I asked Myalis.

    The worry is misplaced. By the time enough cancerous cells have grown for it to become a problem you will either be dead, or will have accumulated enough points that fixing the issue will be trivial.

    Cat?

    I froze, then looked up to meet Lucys bright blue eyes. They were a little teary, and her hands were held close to her chest as if she was expecting a blow at any moment. I imagined what it had to look like for her. Id gone for a bit, and when I returned I was... well, I was still me, but a me that was also supposedly in the one percent of the one percent. Lucy, I said.

    You were dying? she asked.

    It felt as if a balloon burst in my chest. No recriminations, no accusations, no sense of betrayal. She was just worried. Im okay now, I said. I, ah, got stabbed, a bit.

    I just wanted to keep my friends, and the kittens, safe. Everything else was a nice bonus on top. Ill get the kittens ready to go, Lucy said. She squeezed my hand twice, then walked off, her crutches clicking away.

    Right, okay. You guys get your groups ready to move. Nun girl, youre with me for a minute, alright?

    The two adults and the jock nodded and ran off to do as I said. Nun girl came closer. Yes, saint... forgive me, I dont know your name.

    Im Catherine. None of that saint shit. I appreciate the help, but I was never one for that late night TV Christianity stuff, I said.

    She nodded. Theres no need for a saint to concern herself over matters of faith. You were chosen, that is all that matters.

    I blinked. The girl was... probably pretty normal for her sort, actually. Uh-huh. Look, I need to know where that bus of yours is. Directions to get there and all.

    We took the elevator up from the parking lot, she said.

    I winced. The power was flickering already. Was it big enough to fit all of us?

    The elevator? No, I dont think so.

    No splitting the party, I said. Well take the stairs. Can some of your lot help those that cant do stairs?

    It would be our pleasure, she said.

    Cool, cool. Lets move out as soon as we can, I said.

    And the bodies? she asked.

    I paused. What about them?

    If we dont burn them...

    Then the aliens would use the meat. On the other hand. Two, maybe three more aliens around, versus ten minutes wasted. No, were moving on.

    As you wish, saint. She turned to leave with a short bow.

    Hey, whats your name? I asked.

    It is Marie, Saint Catherine, she said.

    Thanks, Marie, I said. And drop the saint thing.

    The girl was kind of nice. Still a creep though.