Title: Stigmata
Author: Grace
Parts: 4/5
Rated: R
Email: GraceSpradlin@hotmail.com

Fourth Sign....

	Mamoru flipped on his laptop that was sitting on
the coffe table in his hotel room. He picked up the phone
and dialed one of his friends up in New York. "Hello?" The
voice on the other end sounded tired as hell. "Hey!
Zoicite?" The guy on the other end immediatly recognized
who was calling. "Mamoru? Hey! Yeah it's me." Mamoru
sighed. They were both tired but he had to get this done
tonight. "Hey buddy. I need you to translate something for
me." Mamoru pulled the tape recorder from his jacket.
"What language is it?" "That's the problem. I don't know. I
was hoping that you could tell me." Zoicite cleared his desk
and brought out a pen and sheet of paper. "Go ahead."
Mamoru pressed the play button after he had rewound it
and let his friend listen while he put it up to the reciever. 

	Zoicite listened closely and wrote down what he
heard. Although it was rather short, it was really hard to tell
what it said, but he managed. "Mamoru-san? Who is that?"
He was referring to the voice on the tape. "Oh. It's a girl
down here in Philadelphia." Zoicite sighed and pulled the
phone closer to his ear. "Do you know what you have
here?" Mamoru thought for a moment then got frustrated.
"Go ahead and tell me. First, what language is it?"
"Arameric. This is the language that the people of Jesus
spoke. After this time, nobody else was heard talking in
this tongue. It is a very ancient language." Mamoru glanced
at the recorder and then back at the phone. "So what is she
saying?" Zoicite was afraid of that. What the girl had said,
hadn't been said in merely two thousand years.

	Mamoru waited patiently as his best friend was
deep in thought. Finally Zoicite came out of 'lala land' and
turned back to the phone. "Split a piece of wood and you
will find me. Roll the stone away and I am there. This is
what Jesus said to his desciples on the night of the
passover, among many other things." Mamoru understood.
He just wanted to know what it meant. He leaned back in
his chair and yawned. "Thanks Zoicite. I think we need to
get some rest, what do you say?" "Yeah, sure. Bye!" They
both hung up their phones. Mamoru glanced at the recorder
again before going to bed.

	Usagi woke early the next day and started cleaning
her apartment. She felt a little better since the yesterday.
She didn't even want to think about it. Glancing at her
wrists, tears fomed in her eyes. She didn't know what was
happening, but she knew one thing: she was scared. She
wanted to wake up and find out it was just a dream. She
couldn't even imagine how she would feel if something like
this had happened to Minako or Rei. She didn't want this to
have to happen to anyone. It was pure torture. Though, who
was torturing her, she had no clue. Remembering the
conversation that she had had with Father Mamoru at the
cafe, she thought about his theory. 'Could this be the
'Stigmata'?' She wanted to know what it was. She didn't
like standing in the dark.

	Usagi froze in mid-step. A shiver ran up her spine
while the hair on the back of her neck stood straight up. If
felt like something had just walked through her: literally.
Not like a gust of wind, but somehow different. All of s
sudden, she started walking to the other side of the room.
She couldn't stop herself. Once she reached the wall, she
reached down a picked up a permenant marker. With it, she
started writing on the wall in a foreign language. In the
middle of all her writing, she drew a picture of a dove with
a line down the center. (AN: Don't ask) So engrossed in it,
that she didn't even hear the buzzer sound. 

	Mamoru pressed the intercom buzzer for Usagi's
apartment. He got no response in return. Frustrated, he
entered the apartment building and searched for her
apartment. When he found it, he walked inside and looked
for her. He stepped in the sitting room and stopped in his
tracks. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The wall in
the far corner was filled with some ancient writing. Usagi
seemed not to acknowledge his presence. She just kept on
writing. Mamoru walked to the center of the room and put
the tape recorder down on 'Play' then pulled out his camera.

	He snapped the camera a couple times which only
made Usagi flinch from the light, but she kept on. He got
closer to the wall and noticed a mirror hanging on it, but
she was just working her way around it. He took a few
snapshots of her writing. She stopped abruptly and turned
around. She said something to him in the same language
she had said the other night, but this time it was not *her*
voice. He could tell because it was a male voice. He was
startled at first, but a lot weirder things had been happening
lately that this wasn't any different.

	After she stopped talking and stopped writting
altogether, the spirit left her and she looked at him oddly.
"What are you doing here?" She looked around herself and
stopped her gaze on the wall. "Who wrote that?!?!?!" She
had never seen anything like it. Her entire wall was covered
with this writing. "You did." He motioned to the whole
wall and she didn't remove her eyes from it. "I did *that*?"
She couldn't believe what she had just heard. She just
couldn't have done that. At his nod, she continued. "But I
couldn't have done that! I don't even know that language or
if it really is a language." She walked away and stood by
the window sill.

	Mamoru shrugged then took some more snapshots.
He glanced back at Usagi who seemed to be thinking hard
about something. He sighed then walked over to her. "This
is serious. I have never seen this language before. Well,
except for yesterday when you wrote something on that
car." She looked at him oddly again and he just looked
away. She was tired of this. Why was this happening to her
and not anybody else? She looked at him again then got up.
Taking one final glance at the wall, she ran out of her
apartment and out of the building. Mamoru watched her
retreating form and got up to follow her.

	He found her at an outdoor flower shop. She
seemed to be smelling the flowers, getting her mind off the
last couple days. "Tsukino-san?" She turned at his voice
and motioned for him to follow her. She led him to a small
table and sat down. He did the same and smelt the flowers,
she put in his face. "Lovely." She nodded then put them in
the vase at the center of the table. "So Chiba-san? Have you
been a priest all your life?" He shook his head. "No. When I
graduated from High School, I became a scientist." She
took one of the flowers in her hand. "So you wore one of
those white coats and pocket protectors?" This made them
both laugh. They both thought that those things looked
funny.

	Usagi stood up then fell against the table as pain
shot through her feet. She screamed as it got more intense.
It felt the same as what had happened to her wrists, but
through her feet. Blood started to ooze it's way out of her
sandels. Mamoru was shocked, to say the least. Usagi
stumbled around while screaming. Her feet felt like hell.
Her feet were still gushing with blood and she felt whatever
had driven it's way through her feet, had just gotten all the
way through. Her hands shot to her feet and covered her
wounds. The bleeding never faltered. It kept on pouring out
of her feet. The pain didn't ease that either. She kept on
screaming for, the pain was too much. The wounds on her
wrists started to bleed again and so did the cuts on her
forehead. She was loosing entirely too much blood. Pain
shot through her back, wrists, head and her feet. She was
on the ground already and Mamoru was at her side. She
was going into shock now. Then as fast as it had began, it
stopped and so did the blood. When Mamoru grabbed her
and took her back to her apartment.

	He dabbed the cloth over her wounds again. He had
just finished cleaing her forehead after changing the
bandages on her wrists. He didn't know what to make of it.
Her wounds had started to bleed again back there. 'Why is
God doing this to her? Or is it Satan?' He was starting to
like the girl. Maybe even love, but being a 28 year old
virgin priest, it had some complications. (AN:
pathetic...hehe::: In the movie he was like 30-40 years old
and the girl was like 23 so I had to do a little changing here
and there) He looked at her sleeping form then sat down on
the sofa. 'What is this? I wish I knew what was going on
here. If this is the 'Stigmata' then why is it happening?' He
fell asleep letting his mind wander.

To Be Continued....

Now this part was short becuase what comes next has to be
in the next part.
The next part will be longer, I promise.
Now, to the next part....