100 Situations - Deliverance

Mon, 26 Jun 2006 10:57:24 GMT

Title: Deliverance
Fandom: The Da Vinci Code
Characters: Silas/ Rémy Legaludec
Prompt: 052: Die
Word Count: 2213
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine beside the story.
Beta: Keiliss
Summary: Silas finds ‘The Way’.
Author’s Notes: Character death.
//flashback//

~*~

At St. James’s Park, two men sat inside a parked limousine. One was an old man with a pair of crutches beside him on the seat. The other one was frantically grabbing his own throat as he faced his death.

“I must do this, Rémy,” the Teacher said. “You are the only one who knows my face. I know you have kept faith with me for these past years, therefore I have granted you a wish.” He smirked. “I let you see your lover one last time, didn’t I?” He paused and looked at the dying man. “Silas. He is your secret lover, am I right?”

Rémy was surprised that the Teacher knew about their relationship. The name Silas was hanging in his mind right now.

//
Summer, Oviedo, North of Spain
At dusk Rémy arrived in Oviedo. He was sent by the Teacher who had assigned him to deliver a message to Manuel Aringarosa, a missionary who had been sent from Madrid. He had built the church for the Obra de Dios and was soon to be promoted to Bishop.

“Bonsoir, monsieur.” Aringarosa greeted in French.

“Bonsoir,” Rémy returned in the same manner. After the greeting, they walked inside the cottage which was built behind the church.

“We seldom receive guests here,” the missionary said as the door yawned open. “We don’t have any special guest room, only a small room in the back. My apologies.”

“That’s fine for me.” Rémy smiled in return. “I won’t stay long, a few days at most. I have to rush back to the Teacher.”

“I understand.” Aringarosa nodded and then called out a name. “Silas, come here please.” In a second, a huge man who was wearing a dark grey robe appeared. He had a very pale, almost white face and hair. The word ‘albino’ popped up in Rémy’s mind at the appearance of Silas. In that moment, Rémy couldn’t take his eyes off him. He was attracted. It wasn’t the look of the man. It was some mystery inside Silas, an evil but pure spirit.

“You called me, Father?” Silas bowed and spoke in his deep voice.

“We have a guest tonight.” Aringarosa now turned and faced Rémy who still gazed at Silas. Silas felt uneasy when he saw Rémy looking at him as though he was a ghost, even though he was used to the way people looked at him as though he was a freak.

“Monsieur Rémy, this is Silas. He will show you the room.”

“Oh.” Aringarosa’s voice brought Rémy back to the reality. “Bonsoir.”

“Bonsoir, monsieur,” Silas said and extended his hand. “You bag, and this way please.”

“Merci.” Rémy handed him the bag and turned to follow.

“Monsieur, dinner will be ready at seven. See you then.”

Rémy nodded and then left the missionary.

Only Aringarosa and Silas lived in this cottage. Their lives were simple. They shared the housework, which included cooking dinner. As Aringarosa had mentioned before, they seldom invited guests, unlike tonight. Therefore, Silas was busy preparing dinner for three of them instead of two. Toward seven, there was a knock on the door of Rémy’s room. He opened it and saw Silas standing outside.

“The dinner is ready, monsieur,” he announced, bowing.

“Thank you.” Rémy stepped out of the room and followed Silas down the hallway. “By the way,” he said. “You can call me Rémy. I feel more comfortable when people call me by name.” Silas said naught but nodded.

During the dinner time, the conversation between Rémy and Aringarosa continued. Only Silas remained silence and peeked at Rémy occasionally.

“Well,” Aringarosa put down his glass and stood up. “Nice to talk with you tonight, Rémy. It’s time to excuse myself. Please feel free to make yourself at home.” He walked behind Rémy and patted his shoulder slightly. “If you need help, Silas would like to give you a hand. Sleep well.”

After bidding him good night, Rémy looked at the back of the broad-shoulder monk who was doing the washing up. A grin crossed his face then, and he rose and walked toward Silas. He stood next to the monk and looked at him. Silas realized that someone stood next to him, but he chose to ignore him. Rémy didn’t say anything, only picked up a dry towel and dried those dishes.

“Please leave it, you are a guest to Father.” Silas said finally.

“No,” Rémy shook his head. “We both are servants. We just serve different masters.”

Silas felt shocked and looked at this guy who was drying the dish.

“Don’t be surprised,” Rémy snicker. “The one I serve is Man and the one you serve is Lord.” Silas said not another word, and continued to wash the dishes.

The half of next day, Rémy and Aringarosa stayed in the office. Silas was eager to know what they discussed, but he knew he had no place there. Therefore, he concentrated on preparing their dinner. As on the day before, Silas sat and ate in silence. But tonight Rémy didn’t wash the dishes with him. He went back to Aringarosa’s office again.

After a long night’s conversation, a hot shower sounded good to Rémy. He gathered his night shirt and sleeping pants, then walked toward the bathroom. When he passed a room after he had bathed, he saw the door was ajar. He saw the light was on and peeked in through the gap. There was a pale but beautiful body revealed in his sight. And yet, he saw scabbed skin on the back and two deep wounds, one around each thigh. He recognized the pale skin and broad shoulders. It was Silas, this was his room. He could feel the heavy beat of his heart and wondered who gave the monk those terrible marks on his back and thighs.

His eyes were on Silas. He found it was difficult to breathe and his heart pumped faster and faster. He tried to leave but he couldn’t. He felt like his feet were nailed on the floor. Suddenly Silas felt he was being watched. He turned around and saw Rémy standing in the doorway. Surprisingly, he wasn’t angry. In fact, quite the opposite; he walked naked toward Rémy.

“I know what you are thinking.” Silas spoke in his usual low tone. “I look like ghost. I am a ghost. All of the people call me that. In your eyes it would be the same, am I right?”

“No, you are wrong,” Rémy answered.

“Wrong?” Silas narrowed his eyes. “Don’t mock me,” he added, raising his voice.

“I am not mocking you. I am telling you that you are wrong.” Rémy swallowed hard before he continued speaking. “You are not a ghost. You are an angel.”

“An angel?” Silas could not believe what he heard.

“Yes.” Rémy stepped closer subconsciously until he was so close he could smell the scent of sandalwood from Silas. “Not only ghosts are white, angels are white, too.”

“An angel?” Silas whispered as he looked at Rémy.

“Yes.” Rémy tried to soothe Silas’ face with the back of his hand, but Silas instinctively stepped back. Rémy didn’t stop and even followed Silas. Now he was inside the room and Silas was still walking backward.

“What do you want from me?” A fear grew in Silas’ heart. By the time he asked, he had reached his bed.

Suddenly, Rémy stopped and bit his lower lip and turned around, walking back to the doorway. “I come to confess.” He grabbed the latch and closed the door.

“Then you should go to Father Aringarosa, not here.” Silas’ eyes didn’t leave the other man’s back.

“But I only want to confess to you.” Rémy turned around, looked at Silas’ pearl-liked orbs and paced slowly towards him.

“But…” Before Silas could finish his sentence, Rémy had knelt in front of him. He lowered his head and started his prayer.

“I come to confess.” He started his confession. “Father forgives me for I have sinned.”

Because Silas had no idea what he should do, he sat down on his bed and listened to the prayer. Rémy knew that Silas was listening as he continued.

“I fell in love with someone who I shouldn’t have. In my eyes he is an angel, even though he thinks he is a ghost.” Rémy kept his head bowed. “I have never been fond of someone like him. I knew it may shock him and that I may not have his love in return. But I just want to say…” He lifted his head and took a deep breath. “You are my angel and I want this angel at my side.”

Silas didn’t move, only looked at Rémy who was standing up and leaning close to him. He moved backward until his back was against the wall. He tried to get away, but Rémy’s lips were pressed on his. His eyes opened wide, and he couldn’t believe what was happening. He was afraid, but this was also something he had never felt before. Silas closed his eyes and felt the touch of the other’s lips.

“I want to know more about you, Silas.” Rémy parted their kiss. “Who made those wounds? Who dared to make this angel suffer?”

Silas was silent, and fixed his eyes on Rémy. “I did,” he replied without shame.

“Why did you do this?” Rémy’s brow was furrowed in confusion.

“This is ‘The Way’ which I have followed for 10 years.” Silas sounded proud of this. “I use ‘The Discipline’ to cleanse this sin of mine.” Then he stood up and walked toward a wardrobe. He opened the drawer and took out two things which scared Rémy. In one hand Silas held ‘The Discipline’ and in the other hand was the ‘Cilice’.

Rémy had no idea what they were when Silas showed them to him. The monk cocked his head and sat down on his bed again and started to explain to him.

“This,” Silas showed him the belt which was made of leather and studded with sharp metal barbs. “‘Cilice’, which is worn on the thigh. This reminds me of the suffering of our Lord. And this,” Silas showed the rope with heavy knots tied at the end. “‘The Discipline’ can purify my agonies.”

“Who forces you to do that?” Rémy’s heart felt a sharp pain and a tear appeared at the corner of his eye.

“No one forces me.” Silas put down those devices and touched the face of Rémy. “This is ‘The Way’ we follow. Pain is Good.”

“No, this is not.” Rémy cupped Silas’ face and looked directly into his eyes. “I will show you ‘The Way’ to love.” Then he gave Silas another kiss.

Aringarosa was walking to Rémy’s room because Rémy had left an important document in his office. He knocked on the door but no one answered. Rémy wasn’t inside. Before he could leave, he heard some voices from Silas’ room. There was the sound of creaking wood and of the heavy breathing of men. Aringarosa’s heart sank suddenly and he almost tried to open the door. But he hesitated, and a smile showed on his face. He knew what was happening inside and felt happy that Silas had found someone who cared about him besides Aringarosa himself. He shook his head and went back to him bedroom.

Next morning, there were two figures sleeping in a single bed. A smell of cooking woke them up. Aringarosa was making breakfast. Silas jumped up abruptly and put on his robe.

“I have overslept.” Silas turned his head to look back over his shoulder. “I need to…” He was cut short by a kiss on his lips.

“I think the Father can handle that.” Rémy held Silas in his arms. “I will be leaving this afternoon. Will you give me some more time?” Silas made no response, just leaned his head on the other’s shoulder.
//

A voice called Rémy back from his memories. “You may wonder how I knew.” The Teacher was still looking at the struggling man. “Do you forget all the calls were traced? Even your own mobile. Your car was traced, too.” He laughed. “Do you think I didn’t see the eye contact between you and him? I saw the pain in your eyes when we were on the plane. If you really think that you can deceive me, you have BADLY underestimated me, Rémy. And such a shame after you have served me for so many years.” The old man shook his head.

Rémy’s lungs tried to get more air, but it was impossible. Silas was his last word.

~ ~ ~

In Kensington Gardens, Silas was praying silently for his caretaker, who had been shot by him accidentally. This garden looked like heaven when it was surrounded by mist. Silas felt the light of his life was fading. He could hear the call of the Lord and …Rémy. He lifted his head and found Rémy was standing in front of him and smiled.

“It’s time.” Rémy held out his hand. Silas took it and stood up. They walked away from the garden and disappeared into the fog. Later on in St. Mary’s Hospital, Bishop, Aringarosa was told Silas’ cold body had been found in the garden.

~ The end ~

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011.	Behind	012.	Want	013.	Stranded	014.	Wealthy	015.	Marriage
016.	Affected	017.	Long Hours	018.	Worthy	019.	Sinful	020.	Obvious
021.	Caught	022.	Splatter	023.	Flight	024.	Slip	025.	Escape
026.	Honor	027.	Ashamed	028.	Attentive	029.	Motivated	030.	Grovel
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066.	Complicated	067.	Black Out	068.	Reveal	069.	Grotesque	070.	Swim
071.	Resign	072.	Nonsense	073.	Declare	074.	Corrupt	075.	Wrong
076.	Right	077.	Administer	078.	Embrace	079.	Argue	080.	Lose
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086.	Assist	087.	Stab	088.	Bite	089.	Hunger	090.	Passage
091.	Drama	092.	Haunted	093.	Crisis	094.	Dirty	095.	Emotional
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016.	Cold	017.	Confused	018.	Content	019.	Cranky	020.	Crazy
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036.	Enthralled	037.	Envious	038.	Excited	039.	Exhausted	040.	Flirty
041.	Frustrated	042.	Giddy	043.	Giggly	044.	Gloomy	045.	Good
046.	Grateful	047.	Grumpy	048.	Guilty	049.	Happy	050.	Hopeful
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