Chapter II: Night Stalker, page 4Mature

Rebecca?” a soft voice asked, and the girl looked up to see her friend.

“Hey, Sally. How are you doing?”

“Not good,” she said as she sat down in front of her. The poor girl was paler than usual and had shadows under her eyes. “I haven't slept much since... you know what. Kept thinking about it, having nightmares...”

“Sally... the reason I asked you to come is... well, I have a feeling you've been avoiding me since last week.”

 “No,” she sighed. “I mean, yes I have, and I'm sorry, it's not against you, it's just... I'm scared every time I think about what happened. Even though we weren't harmed and all, thank God, the way we were attacked by those... drug addicts, it was scary! And... and that explosion thing, I still can't explain it!”

“It came from the cross.”

“And how is that possible?” Sally was slowly losing her calm. This discussion was freaking her out.

“I don't know... you've read the Bible, haven't you? What does it say about miracles?”

“You really believe it was a miracle that saved us? All thanks to the cross? Sounds like a plot for a cheesy movie, Becca, it's ridiculous!”

“I don't know what to believe, trust me, this situation is as creepy for me as it is for you. That's why I need your help, I don't know how to face it alone. So, please, please, just... trust me. You're my best friend, after all.”

Sally smiled. “Okay... I guess that's what friends do.”

“Thanks... I need to tell you everything... it's not just the explosion thing in the alley. This cross is doing something to me, something really weird... when we were attacked in the alley, before the explosion, I tried to defend us against those guys. I've never taken a karate class or anything, you know how I am with sports, and suddenly I was, like, punching and kicking, I couldn't even recognize myself, it was like someone was moving my limbs for me, it was crazy! And it's not all, yesterday I had rugby practice, and you know how much I hate rugby?”

“Yeah, Mrs McReary forced you to join the team to improve your P.E. marks, even if you can't do more than fifteen push-ups and you catch a stitch in your side after running thirty yards.”

“Right. Yesterday at practice, I did eighty-five push-ups without feeling any pain. Then when we played, I caught the ball, ran all the way through the field and I felt like I was flying, and I even shoved Sue. You see who Sue is? She's at least twenty pounds heavier than me, and when she tried to tackle me, I shoved her and she rolled back like a rag doll!”

“Are you telling me you're turning into Supergirl, somehow? What does it have to do with the cross?”

“I know it sounds crazy, but since I found the cross, I've felt stronger and faster than before. And there's also that weird thing, at night... I feel like a presence, watching over me... I'm scared of this cross, but I want to keep it with me at the same time... feel like I'm going crazy.”

There was a moment of uneasy silence before Sally answered: “Becca, this story is by far the creepiest you've ever told... I know you love to invent stories like that, but I can see how scared you are right now, so I know you're not making up bollocks.” She took a deep breath, and went on: “I can't quite explain it, I can't quite believe it either, but I guess that's what faith is all about, right? So... I'm ready to help.”

Rebecca smiled, her eyes wet with gratitude. “Thanks,” she whispered.

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