Mortuus Virgo

They all turned to face her.

‘What?’ asked Brandon.

‘You heard me,’ said India, ‘She is lying.’

They turned to the Nun.

‘I don’t know who you are, young lady,’ said the Nun ‘But I assure you, I am telling the truth.’

‘I don’t believe you,’ said India, simply.

‘Why would I lie?’ asked the Nun.

‘I’ll tell you why,’ snapped India, ‘To take the focus from what it is you really do here and to ensure that this sick cult of abduction and murder is never opened up to the scrutiny of justice.’

‘Murder?’ gasped Sister Agnes, ‘What on earth are you talking about?’

‘You know exactly what I am talking about,’ said India, ‘I am talking about abducting innocent children and forcing them into your service and them disposing of them brutally when they are past their sell by date.’

Sister Agnes stared at her in horror.

‘I have no idea what you are on about,’ she said.

‘Then look around you,’ shouted India, ‘There are six children here, all forced against their will to serve some defunct deity instead of running around in playgrounds having fun. Heaven knows what torture their parents are going through. They probably think they are already dead.’

‘I think you misunderstand,’ said Agnes.

‘Then why don’t you enlighten me?’

‘The parents of every child here have placed them here voluntarily. All were either destitute or terminally ill and saw our order as the chance for their children to have the best start in life. They are well fed, have daily schooling, and if you had bothered to look around, you would see we have dormitories and even a playground. Yes they are schooled in the ways of Vesta, but there is no difference to any other religion. They are happy, here, and, when the time is right, they have the option to either leave the order and return to the world or stay within the vows of the order and take our message of peace and love across the world.’

‘But the cells…’ started India

‘Ceremonial purposes only,’ said Agnes, ‘Used only on special occasions to recreate the glorious days of Vesta.’

‘I don’t believe you,’ said India, hesitantly.

‘Then ask them yourself,’ said Agnes standing to one side.

India did not move.

‘Then why was India abducted?’ asked Brandon.

‘I have no knowledge of that,’ said Agnes.

Brandon turned his attention to the wounded man at his feet.

‘What about you, Jacob,’ asked Brandon, ‘You must know the answer, why did you abduct India?’

‘Please, I need an ambulance,’ answered Jacob weakly.

‘Answer the question,’ snarled Gatilusi.

‘You heard him,’ said Brandon, ‘Answer the question or I won’t be responsible for his actions.’

‘I was ordered to,’ said Jacob, still staring at the floor.

‘Speak up!’ shouted Gatilusi.

‘I was ordered to, all right!’ shouted Jacob, ‘I was given her name and location from one of the elders over the phone and told to use her as leverage.’

‘But why?’ asked Sister Agnes.

‘Because they were getting too close to the truth, they thought that we could use the girl to make the cop back off.’

‘And if I didn’t?’ asked Brandon

‘Then you would both be disappeared,’ answered Jacob quietly.

‘But to what purpose?’ asked Sister Agnes, ‘We have nothing to hide.’

Jacob laughed sarcastically.

‘You really don’t know, do you?’

‘Know what?’

‘What this place really is, or rather, what it has become.’

‘I don’t understand, tell me.’

‘Have you ever met the parents of these children?’ asked Jacob.

‘No, but…’

‘Exactly, and you never will. The girl is right, most were abducted at an early age and have no memory of their previous lives. When they leave this place, they don’t go back to their families, they spend the rest of their lives in relative slavery for some of the most wealthy people on the planet.’

Sister Agnes gasped.

‘No,’ she said, ‘It is not true. They leave this place at the age of sixteen and join convents all around the world.’

‘They are sent all around the world, all right,’ said Jacob, ‘Shared out between the elders of the cult for their own perverted pleasures. Rich old men pay good money for Virgins these days.’

‘No!’ shouted Agnes, ‘It’s not true, it can’t be.’

‘Why are you telling us this?’ asked Brandon quietly, ‘You must realise you are facing a long time in prison.’

‘I am going nowhere,’ said Jacob,

‘And what makes you think you are safe?’ asked Gatilusi

Jacob looked up at him in derision.

‘You think I came down here without raising the alarm?’ he asked, ‘Even as we speak, my people are probably on their way. You will never get out of here alive.’

‘It was you, wasn’t it,’ gasped Agnes, ‘You killed the Mother Superior.’

‘What if I did? She was dying anyway and I just wanted to wipe that smug look of that self righteous face of hers before she did. Since I was a little boy, she has taken every opportunity to berate me and remind me I am just the caretaker’s son. She has made my family’s lives a misery as long as I can remember, and, when the last Pontifex Maximus died and I was approached to become the eyes and ears of the elders, I jumped at the chance. Only she stood above me in the order. Now the roles are reversed, and I have the control.’

Gatilusi grimaced and pressed his gun at the man’s head once more.

‘Don’t do it,’ said India, quietly, ‘We need him.’

‘Why?’ snarled Gatilusi, barely holding his temper, ‘What’s to stop me putting a bullet in his perverted brain right now.’

‘Because he might know where Camille is,’ said India.

The Nun looked at India

‘Who is Camille?’ she asked.

‘A ten year old girl who was abducted from London by one of your people,’ said India, ‘And I think he had something to do with it.’

‘Why?’

‘Probably because he wanted some of the action himself,’ ventured Brandon. ‘Isn’t that right, Jacob? They may have given you the semblance of power but in reality you are just another pawn in the game. You do all the work and the faceless ones get all the pleasure. I think you used the contacts of the order in London to get young girls of your own.’

Jacob didn’t answer.

‘That’s it, isn’t it, Jacob?’ Everyone else was doing it so why couldn’t you? You enjoyed the protection of this organisation and believed you were untouchable. How many were there Jacob, two, more, perhaps dozens, and where are they now, Jacob, What have you done with them?’

‘You think you know all the answers,’ sneered Jacob, ‘But there are things not even you know. Yes there have been girls, but it was no more than I deserved.’

‘You killed those two poor girls as well, didn’t you?’ said India.

‘What girls?’ asked Sister Agnes.