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John got back to his feet and
in unsettling, invasive move put his hands on Hannah’s shoulders. “You see,
children. Sadie’s dark power is so strong that even your eldest Survivors have
succumbed. We know the ways in which Satan works. Sadie is doing his work.”
“He’s
lying!” I cried.
“You and
I both know that you have brought nothing but tragedy and desecration to this
family. If we are in peril, it is because of you,” he said. Then turning to the
crowd, he screamed, “It is because of Sadie!”
Half the
crowd hailed his words, but the other half looked unconvinced, and he could
tell. Suddenly, he put his hands to his head and dropped to his knees in the
dirt.
“Wait!
Family! I am hearing something from the Lord! He says that Satan has possessed
our daughter Sadie, and there is no hope for her. He says that if you don’t
believe, then we must search her body, for it is covered in the Devil’s Marks.”
It was
straight out of the Salem history books.
“You’ve
got to be joking,” I huffed. But no one thought he was joking. The thoughts of
every living Survivor swelled in my mind and consumed me, their doubt and fear
and outrage spinning around my brain, choking down my throat.
“You
can’t listen to him! He’s manipulating you. He’s not telling the truth!”
“Am I?
And if I were, why would our dear Sadie have her body so covered even on this
summer day?” he asked. The scars. That bastard. They’d see my scars, and they’d
believe they were the Devil’s Marks because not a one of them had ever seen a
scar.
I wanted
to keep it together, to keep some kind of cool in the face of this insanity,
but hearing what they thought of me, and feeling the hatred they felt for me
was too much.
I flung
my jacket and shirt off until I was standing in front of everyone I’d known in
my life in only a bra and jeans. My arms and neck mangled from suicide attempts
and Fateor collections, even the imprint of Sam’s teeth in my stomach and back
were there for the world to see. Exposed.
“Is that
what you wanted to see?” I screamed, the slight grip I had on sanity slipping.
“Is this what makes you think I’m of the devil? These scars I have inflicted
upon myself, these wounds caused from my own pain? Yes, these are what I’ve
been hiding. They are not of the devil but only by my own, pained hand. I’m not
afraid to show you what I really am, even if it is something you’re afraid of,
because I am nothing to fear. I have given this family everything, have given
away my life and my freedom to protect you, and for what? So you can think I am
damned? There is only one evil being inside these walls, and it is John!” I
charged him then, grabbing the wand from Adelaide’s hand and stabbing it at
John’s throat, not that I knew how to use it or what it could do. “He is evil,
and if you can’t see that, then I can’t help any of you!”
But
John’s calculated malevolence outpaced me, and he could turn any moment into an
opportunity. So instead of cowering or further shaming me, he swallowed hard
and then spoke loudly and clearly. “Now is the time to make your choice. Either
go with your family and God, or go with Sadie, the Winters, and their evil,”
John said.
“I’m
with Sadie!” Hannah cried out. “And if you have any loyalty to this family, you
will be too. I have seen the future, and Sadie is good.”
“I’m
with Sadie,” Sarah said. That was as much as I could hope to get out of the
elders, I was sure.
Ben
stumbled to his feet. “I’m with Sadie,” he said.
And then
there was silence. 132 Survivors said nothing.
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