Perception

Chapter Thirty-three

Chapter Thirty-three

Love your enemies. It'll make 'em crazy.


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  "You were in hospital after waking up from you fainting spell," one of the officers supplies.

  Amy's rich green eyes pin him with her basilisk glare, "Thank you Chuckles. I'll have you know it took fifteen stitches to close my shoulder and that’s after they removed as small mountain on glass."

   "Sure love," he opens his mouth about to say more when a call comes across his radio.

    "What happened next?" Sonya asks, knowing the officer will report the call if it is important.

    "Well that all depends," Amy asks scratching at her bandages, "do you want to hear the touching heart to heart I had with Jacob about his delusions or do you want to skip to the protest?"

    "How touching?" Sonya asks weary.

    Amy shrugs, then winces.

    Stalling for time Sonya sips from her cup, "Give me the bare knuckle version and I'll tell you if I want more detail," she decides finally.

   "I wasn't happy when I woke up and even less so when they told me I had to stay over night for observation. Petra had just stepped out to talk to the doctor and Mark was sleep on the lounge. I was staring at the key when he, Jacob I mean, walked in."

   "Let me stop you right there," Sonya cuts in, "What key?"

   "This one," fiddling with the lining of her jacket Amy withdraws a dull silver house key.

   Reaching forward Sonya takes it and looks it over, "Where did you get the key?"

   "Troye gave it too me," Amy answers like it was obvious, "Of coarse I didn't know that at the time. It wasn’t till Petra told me about what happened and his final words that I put everything together."

   "What did you put together?" Reaching back Sonya tries to give back the key but Amy shakes her head.

   "You'll want to keep that, you'll know why when we get to it. Now I was looking at the key when Jacob came back in. The pain meds were wearing off and I was feeling pretty sorry for myself so I asked him, "If you’re really the Son of God take the pain away."

  "He froze for a second before finishing closing the door, "You don't believe that."

  "What part the God exists or that you're his son?"

  "Both," he replied calmly.

   "Is believing the crucial part? Because if so I'm feeling a bit ripped off. Matt's Jewish, he doesn't believe in your God." Pushing a button the bed slowly began to rise.

   "Belief in itself is enough."

   "I believe in God. There happy?" I tried my best to mask the disdain in my tone but failed dismally.

  He chuckled, unaffected by me lie, "He doesn't listen to your words but to your heart. Besides faith is believing in something without the need of proof."

   "So says the man who can't offer up any." I countered.

   "God never gives us more then we can bare, it strengthens us," he answered smiling.

  "If that’s the case then you can tell you invisible father figure to keep his strengthening exercises to himself. My spirit already has a ripped twelve pack and buns of steel. Any more muscle and I'll over balance." I found the second remote and smiled when the pain meds began to kick back in.