The Believing- Chapter 5

Chapter 5- The World Changes

As they made their way through the cloisters of the ancient Abbey and it's rose scented gardens, he felt a change. The world seemed to slow down, all motion around him became precise and he felt himself looking around, catching each and every movement as if it was played out in slow motion.

On the opposite side of the garden the novice Nuns were emerging from the main chapel. Moving at such a slow speed that it almost became graceful, like a pack of angels descending from the heavens.

And as he looked around some more, the world seemed to slow down even further and though the Sister was just ahead of him, she seemed so very, very far away.

He turned his head again towards the novices. They had barely moved a step nearer, and with no real hurry he examined each and every one of their faces before they complete another step. And among them he could not find the face of the novice who had visited him earlier.

But what he did find was innocence and virtue in abundance, all of which strangely disgusted him and though he was smiling at them in what he felt was a saintly fashion, beneath the surface he could feel himself snarling at them in contempt and wanting to rip the flesh from their pure, untouched bodies.

He did not want to just violate them, he wanted to corrupt every fibre of their being. His lips became moist at the thought and he was on the verge of drooling at these new thoughts that delighted him so.

Then the whole world shifted, things started to move maddenly fast, the nuns legs shot rapidly pack and forth as they moved in a blur across the garden and disappeared past the bell tower and out of view at an incredible speed.

He could hear people talking nearby, but it was a unrelenting garble of rushed sounds that seemed to tumble into one another.

Then he felt a jolt and the world seem to shudder and then everything was back to normal again. A Lark sang softly over head and he quickly became aware that the Sister was stood next to him, talking to him in a soft, impatient tone.

"Father, we must hurry a long now....".