How the things are supposed to end in favor of the Howards and their friends and allies? How about the essential antagonist Father McKenzie?
What kind of an ending the protagonists is impending them? How about Father McKenzie and is he going to end how he should be?
Unfortunately, that's the final chapter or rather the epilogue of the first book The New Beginning which I commenced to write a half an year ago. :((
Read it for yourselves, my dear readers! xoxo
***
A handful of weeks later
2nd of September, 1970
Almost a month has passed since Kit and Allison's wedding.
Not only they had so much fun on the wedding ceremony as they danced, talked, drank and ate, moreover they were photographed a couple of times, in fact, collecting swam of memories altogether.
In the past weeks, the Howards decided Agnes to attend regularly kindergarten just like her twin siblings and Kaitlyn since it was high time she was no longer a baby at all. Furthermore, Jude and Timothy grieved over one more heir who's going to be a half a day outside and not spending their entire day and leisure time with the youngest daughter.
The first day when she attended a kindergarten, the day passed perfectly normal for her as she was usually hanging out with Ellie, Tristan, Kaitlyn and one more child which was getting along with the horde.
Ms. Morrison was hostile even towards Agnes in the beginning until she complained afterwards and consequently her parents reacted as soon as possible. It's highly problematic for Agnes Jude being yelled at right on the second day.
When Timothy and Sally walked up to the kindergarten to gather their children, the both adults discussed along personal stuff that intrigued them.
"I don't have any idea why it upsets me their absence for a half a day. They grow up so quickly and become bigger within weeks and months." Timothy complained by glimpsing up at the lucid, scarcely cloudy sky as the sun was shining yet, dispersing its scintillating sun rays bathing in bright light everything below.
"Yeah, I'm having the same issue there, Tim." Then the younger lady inhaled in unsettling manner, hardly blinking her eyelids like butterfly's flattering wings. "It's sad once you realize your child was yesterday a newborn one just like caterpillar until tomorrow it transforms into a mature, mesmerizing butterfly as this child is no longer a baby and stands in front of you like a titan." Sally resumed her utterance as her hazelish-green eyes were shielded with Boho style eyeglasses with ivory frames, glistening.
"It's sad but true, Sally." The former priest replied desperately, wiping his perspiration that accumulated its clammy dew on his forehead with the back of his hand, subsequently fanning with a palm against his face. "I didn't know the early September days in Boston are mercilessly hot." He evoked idly.
"I know. And for this purpose, I wear garments that cool down my body."
"It looks like somebody has a warm blood, boiling in its veins and body."
"Well, Tim," The oracle couldn't oppress a guttural giggle as the former man of the cloth joined her. "I am amongst these people. It's just a little too much for me to handle it."
"As you say, Sally!" Megawatt grin honed up in the corner of their lips as they wickedly chuckled by peeping at one another's faces.
"Oh hello there young girl." Father McKenzie crouched down beside the light brunette girl as she was accompanied by the twins and Agnes, gawking blankly at the young priest. Offering them a sympathetic smile, formed on his lips. Meanwhile Kaitlyn put a thumb in her mouth as she sucked it on in uneasy manner. "Don't be too shy, sweetheart! Aren't they your friends?" Father McKenzie momentarily recognized his sole daughter he had though he had never the chance of knowing her name as well.
Father McKenzie arrived slightly earlier in the kindergarten's yard, as a result of wandering around Boston, due to an engagement until he noted a young girl that mildly eerily resembled him in facial features.
In the interim, Kaitlyn nodded her head in humble manner, offering an altruistic, naive smile, hugging her berry-coloured lips as she was eyeing her biological father, while Ellie and Tristan stared in indifferent manner at the priest, discerning something leery about the man of the cloth unlike Agnes, who pursed her lips uneasily.
"That's splendid. Would you tell me what's your name?"
"Kaitlyn." The little brunette responded sheepishly, shrugging as if she felt electroshock and shivers down her spine of embarrassment and diffidence hitting her.
"Kaitlyn! That's a beautiful name." The priest stated confidently as a coy smile distorted across his lips, rubbing his head until Timothy and Sally noted the priest they were hostile with, was rather interracting to their children and the both parents couldn't be more livid for witnessing this scenery in front of their eyes.
"Father McKenzie? What a surprise!" Timothy exclaimed as he raised an eyebrow. He and the young woman stood in front of the holy man's crouched body.
"It's unbelievable a rapist is interracting to children especially my heart." Sally crossed her arms, fiercely glaring down at her predator.
"How," In the meanwhile, Alexander rose as he turned to his rivals, glaring at them by chewing his bottom lip. "Dare you, Sally and Timothy?" He hissed through gritted teeth.
"Take it easy, Father! I think it's unhealthy for you daring to keep in touch with these little fragile angels, because they don't seem to like you." Sally commented by trying to control her voice tone as her entire spleen airbrushed her young-looking face as her piercing glare was gouging the most hated priest in Boston's cunning sapphire blue eyes.
"Oh!" The younger man gasped by glimpsing down at the horde of children who gaped at him queerly. Then he shifted his sapphire blue eyes to the both adults, feeling the tremendous abhor that embraced him within seconds. "They are sweet and friendly. I doubt there's something specific about them to think of me."
"Don't play it silly, Father McKenzie! You are not only a danger to Boston, but also to the children. I don't have any clue if you have even raped once a child since you raped a young woman and you act suspiciously." Timothy clarified, furrowing his thick eyebrows whereas Sally went up to the children, cautioning them to not listen to the men's conversation, factly, some words won't be appropiate to being heard by them and ring in their ears like tunes.
"Little rays of sunshine, ignore what they are saying! I am here with you." The oracle encouraged the group of children as she pecked kisses on their temples, stroking their heads as she stroked in general her daughter's glossy long light brown hair, cascading down her shoulders.
Sally attempted to persuade Ellie, Tristan, Agnes and Kaitlyn to not pay utterly attention to Timothy and Alexander's words, in fact, some of them would arouse their peculiar inqusiteness and once they receive the answers on their questions they're looking for, they are going to conclude with abhorrent invading their minds and bodies when they realize these words are ugly and disturbing.
"If you are doubting my behaviour towards the children, I can tell you what, Timothy Howard!" Father McKenzie disesteemed the former priest, lifting a forefinger right at his face as their faces were scarcely inches sharing a proximity as well. "I have never raped or even violated a child."
"You are a compulsive liar!" The older man retorted.
"But let's not forget, who killed 2 innocent souls even imprisoned your own wife in the same asylum and then you got her out of the hellhole without signing the documents."
"That's just in the past and she wasn't my wife back then when we were in Briarcliff."
"Oh goddamn it!" Father McKenzie rolled his eyes in weary manner by licking greedily his lips. "You are such a hypocrite, Mr.Howard!"
Then Timothy glared resentfully the member of the clergy with contempt as the children didn't dare to peel a single word.
"He isn't a hypocrite. He's a friend and he's trying to help you to heal your lunatism, Alexander!" Sally rejoindered beyond calmly as she turned to peep at her predator.
"Oh shut up, you witch!" Meanwhile Sally gasped inwardly as she gaped in exasperated manner at Alexander, scowling as the single mother wore panic on her youthful, feminine face. She couldn't be more hurt by hearing such flabbergasting words, coming from the rapist's mouth." Not only you are detrimental, but also you are ruining everything." Thereafter Timothy vigorously slugging his face as he partly broke his nose due to its physical strength which he possessed, when his berserk adrenaline was cooking and brewing inside him as its scorching blood boiled in his veins and body like volcano.
The reason why the former man of the cloth punched Father McKenzie was crucially because he was fed up with listening to his obnoxious utterance which nauseated not only him, moreover Sally and the people from their inner circle. Their hearts raced as Sally clamped with a hand her mouth, being shocked by Timothy's suddenness in his impulsive reaction.
"Christ, you almost broke my nose!" Alexander abided stoic, turning a deaf ear to the igniting pain of Timothy's fist, clenching his teeth by abstaining from wailing as he avoided touching his halfly broken nose, bleeding and bleeding incessantly.
"You deserved it, asshat." Sally grasped her daughter's wee hand, fitting ideally in each other's grip.
"You deserve no apology and your whiny voice being heard any longer in the limbo." Timothy walked up to the twins and Agnes by crouching down to them to plant affectionate kisses on their temples and hug them tightly. "Hi sweethearts! Ignore this cuckoo." He carried on as he warned his children to overlook his foe.
"Hi Daddy!" Ellie and Agnes answered emphatically in unison.
"Hi Dad! He's a weirdo." Tristan affirmed immediately his father's words by considering the stranger juvenile holy man as nothing than a dubious danger for their welfare.
"You haven't got the right to talk to me in this manner, Mister Howard and Miss Whigham!" Father McKenzie yelled as his voice undertone vomited frustration, whereas Timothy and Sally walked away with their children without turning their backs and taking the injured younger man's words at all. "C'mere and repent for your sins!"
***
While Jude was home alone by baking a roast chicken with caramel potatoes in the oven as the radio played rejoicing, rhythmic music in the kitchen's background, she was swaying her hips and humming in melodious way a tune as its buzzing vibration faintly her throat. In the meantime, Leah, the adopted kitten was meandering around in the extensive mansion, meowing mirthfully as she was fed with a cat food a quarter an hour ago.
"I won't forget all those things you have told to me. Praise in my heart won't let me forget your love! Oh what a night, to love you dear! Oh what a night, to hold you near! Oh what a night, to squeeze you dear!" Jubilant music played in the background as it commingled with the saxophone.
She was home for the entire day as it was Timothy's turn to drive the children back at home from their kindergarten.
All of a sudden, she turned off the radio as soon as she noted Timothy's parked vehicle in the yard, taking a deep breath by anticipating readily patient for the baking dinner's process, chewing idly her bottom plump lip by turning off the radio. A few more minutes were required until the roasted chicken and caramel potatoes are baked lastly.
"Come on, little angels! Let's find your mother." The former member of the clergy got from the car by specially opening the car door for the twins and Agnes as a paternal, loving smile cralwed on his face, embolding them.
"Of course! I can't wait to tell her what a task our teacher gave us today." Ellie clarified optimistically when she got out of the car by slamming its door, meantime the former man of the cloth locked his car as the children marched up to the front door, eager to see their mother and their soonly adopted pet.
"Wait for me, kids." Timothy warned as he was rambling up to the twins and the youngest child by unlocking the door with its rusty keys, keeping his tongue behind his teeth until on the imminent click, the door eventually opened as Ellie, Agnes and Tristan stepped up in the corridor with Timothy at last.
"Rare bird, we are home!" The younger man yelled merrily by shutting the front door as shortly after he kicked off his shoes as the children did and hopped up in comfy slippers by approaching Jude, who was wearing her plain apron yet.
"Aww, here we are!" Initially, she crouched down to pepper their children's temples with softhearted kisses, embracing them altogether in a brief, warm embrace until they broke off quickly and then she rose, snaking her slender arms around his upper back as she felt colossal, smooth hands, holding her waist. She felt secure and loved in her husband's arms as well, besides the blonde could do nothing than melting in its hug.
"We missed you so much, Mom!"
"I missed all of you too. I know how heartbreaking is staying at home with your father, while you are keep growing as we spend less time together." She buried her face in the crook of Timothy's neck by inhaling quietly his alluring cologne by not missing the opportunity of eyeing down their little rays of sunshines as they wore content smiles, distorted across their lips. Then they broke off the hug as she pursued for his soft lips, capturing them in a lustful, light kiss as they closed their eyes, relishing the moment.
"How your kindergarten passed?"
"It passed nice." Tristan responded as the adults broke off the kiss as the kitchen table was already adorned with silverware tools, empty plates and glasses.
"Mmm, what a nice smell!" Agnes emphasized nice smell as she meant the dinner meal that was currently baking in the oven, while Ellie walked away from the kitchen as she wanted to find Leah. "What's baking in the oven?"
"Aww, sweetheart! It's caramel potatoes with roasted chicken." Jude dusted her unblemished apron with the palms of her hands. "Aren't you excited for it?"
"Indeed!" The brunette young girl nodded her head, completely agreeing with her mother's words.
A couple of minutes passed until the dinner was ready eventually and it was served in its plates as the entire Howard family seated on the dining table, eating, drinking and talking in the same time, discussing their mere daily stuff.
"Mmm! I didn't know these caramel potatoes were so delicious." Ellie said softly after munching the tiny caramel potatoes, molting in her mouth. A glorious smirk curled up in the corner of her lips.
"Honestly, I have never eaten these in my life." Tristan confessed as he sipped his natural orange juice.
"Well, when I was almost in my second trimester, I remember," The middle-aged mother commenced with her speech, raising her glass, filled with white wine liquor as its mouth-watering aroma taunted their nostrils with the scrumptious dinner meal. "I baked caramel potatoes when you, Ellie and Tris, were in my belly." Afterwards she chuckled.
"And then what happened?" The elder blonde earned inqusitive looks, casted on her as she studiously listened her exclaimation as Timothy was masticating his caramel potatoes by slicing partly his chicken meat as he couldn't help but overhear Ellie's questions towards Jude.
"You liked it though it was odd since it has been ages when I cooked caramel potatoes with roasted chicken altogether as a dinner meal."
"Oh!" Ellie cried, seconds before putting some chicken meat in her mouth by munching it continuously. "That's wonderful."
"Indeed, it was back then. At least, your violent kicks in my belly were keeping my wits about what I was eating for our sake, Ellie!" The former nun commented as Agnes ushered by wanting more orange juice as Jude passed it to her in a matter of milliseconds.
"I think I liked it." Tristan added humbly as he sipped his natural apple juice, seconds after champing some meat and caramel potatoes, melting his mouth and resurrecting his childish body.
"Yes, especially when you were in Mommy's bump and I protected each of you until you appeared here."
"Mmm! I luv this so much." The youngest Howard mumbled by wiping with the back of her hand her clammy jaw, earning Timothy's arcane stare as their eyes met, locking up his stare. "What's it, Daddy?"
"It's inappropiate to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Wipe it instead with a handkerchief aside." He smiled resplendently by ushering, raising eyebrow as he guided the little girl what's the difference between appropiate and inappropiate.
"Oh!" Agnes Jude gasped by noting the handkerchief by her side, taking it by wiping her mouth, gazing up at the warm pools of chocolate brown orbs which were rather soothing for her. "I am so sorry, Daddy."
"It's okay, baby girl! You are just young and you need time."
***
A several hours after dinner, spending their leisure time with the children and watching television, the parents bathed and changed their garments by putting them to sleep warmly in their beds in the children's room, while the couple had a shower shortly before bedtime.
After the former sister of the Roman Catholic church concluded with brushing her teeth and cleaning herself lastly, she eventually joined Timothy without hesitancy.
"Timothy, is there anything wrong?" Jude crawled in the bed as she noted Timothy's sudden grumpiness he wore on his young-looking, handsome face.
"I think yes." The former monsignor answered as he turned to Jude, throwing his arms around her slim waist as she had her hands on his shoulders as they slowly, smoothly traveled down to his pyjama top, tracing with her fingers his toned torso which he concealed under a sleeping garment.
"Tell me what's bothering you, darling!" The blonde insisted to hear most of all what bothered her husband as she deliriously can't put a finger on it.
"Oh, when I and Sally went in the kindergarten to get Ellie, Tristan, Agnes and Sally back at home, Father McKenzie was before us as he was speaking to Kaitlyn in general. I mean his daughter though he has never acknowledged her name until today."
"I see!" The older lady whispered in velvety voice as her hazelish-brown eyes were darted to his warm chocolate brown eyes which radiated his inevitable fatigue and down in the dumps. "Did he do anything harmful to our precious mini us?"
"No, of course, not!" In the meanwhile, his fingers tipped the satin fabric of her black nightgown that hugged her still appealing and sylphlike body. "He was just talking to Kaitlyn and Sally couldn't be more livid when Father McKenzie was interracting to their son, whilst I stood for her, of course. Even he dared to exasperate me."
"Was he rewarded for," Jude verged to keep on with her sentence until Timothy cut her off, unable to comprehend and assimilate what she wanted to say crucially.
"Rewarded for what, honey?" He questioned.
"You know!"
"Throughout he started insulting us and charged me in killing 2 innocent souls though it was just in the past." The former holy man furthered by explaining the events that took its place in the kindergarten yard earlier tonight. "After he called Sally a witch, I punched him in the face as his nose was halfly broken. I was just fed up with listening to him and his whiny voice."
"It's okay, sweetie." Jude was tipping by playing with his pyjama top's buttons. "He got what he deserved for all this." She resumed her honeyed utterance, burying her face into his chest, inhaling inwardly.
"But we should find a lawyer and consult with him very soon." Timothy giggled as one of his hands managed up to her unkempt mane of golden curls, running his fingers through them by relishing and appreciating its natural beauty and softness.
"We will for sure. Just these days are going to be our solution to this issue soon."
***
A handful of days later
5th of September, 1970
The days progressed as swift as an arrow, shot right in the target.
Father McKenzie hasn't seen his tutor Sister Molly who's for a few days in Connecticut as her engagements were the essential reason why her daily schedule was hectic lately. He hasn't spoken to any single ecclesiatical member of the church about the occured accident which took its place these days, besides Alexander opted to hide this circumstance as much as possible though it wasn't easy at all. It was particularly burdensome for concealing it for too long. Sooner or later, it won't be disregarded by the other nuns and priests especially Sister Molly.
As the middle-aged sister of the church was returning back in the local Boston church by pushing the grandiose hardwood double doors of the church, she entered inside the façade as her dark chunky heels clicked against the aisle flooring, eyeing blankly her path as she exhaled sharply.
All of a sudden, one of the novice nuns evoked, blocking her path as she wanted directly to speak to the elder nun without second thoughts at all, chewing her bottom lip as she stood in skittish way as their eyes met, intesifying its eye contact.
"Sister Molly, we have an issue!" The younger nun, who was recently part of the Roman Catholic church evoked anxiously, playing uncomfortably with her brittle, skinny fingers as her pale complexion was imprinted her bashfulness, as a result of blushing and her nervous voice tone.
"What an issue, dear?"
"Father McKenzie is so secretive lately. He isn't speaking to anyone of us."
"Perhaps he has his own periods of not speaking to anybody. He prefers to isolate himself from the others from time to time." Molly defended her protege, fixing her wimple.
"It's weird. I mean, he's hiding something or who knows?"
"I am going to speak to him, Sister Gloria! Go in the altar and pray for yourself."
"Thank you, Sister Molly!"
***
"Alex, are you fine?"
"How do you think?" He snapped as he laid in the middle of his bed in his dorm room, clamping with his mammoth hand his halfly broken nose as it no longer bleeded, flowing from his nostrils blood fluid, shutting firmly his eyelids, relishing the loneliness that encompassed him. Shut eyelids, protecting them from the blinding bright sun rays that dispersed through his window.
"I am coming back from Connecticut and do you mind to pay a visit now?"
"Sure!"
In the interim, his dorm room's door opened, a tad creaking as the older lady entered in the room by shutting the door immediately, scarcely taking her eyes off the younger man who laid on his back onto his bed.
"W-what are you hiding, Alexander?" She stammered as she was beyond dumbfound by thinking prejudices of what he's been discreetly hiding from now on.
"It's alright, Molly. You shouldn't be concerned about me at all. I think I am having a flu and need to blow my nose more often."
Meantime the nun was approaching her protege as she yanked in swift motion his hand from his nose by scrutinizing his halfly broken nose, clamping with her both elvish, milky hands her mouth, widened her amber eyes once she saw Alexander's nose, realizing eventually what he has been hiding. Hence, he sighed dramatically, gaping up at her porcelain elderly beautiful face with its unique facial features.
"You don't look like okay with that nose. Who did this for heaven sake?"
"You won't believe me."
"Just tell me its name."
"Timothy Howard!"
"The former Monsignor?" She sat on the edge of his bed, inspecting his nose in a simple eyeing.
"Exactly!" The juvenile, aspiring priest confirmed.
"What concerns him for doing this to you?"
"I called Sally a witch and they didn't allow me to interract to their children especially my daughter as I figured out how beautiful little angel she is!" A cocky smirk formed on his face, highlighting his genuine emotions' hues. The older member of the clergy couldn't contain a growing, charming smile on her plump, berry-coloured lips. "Just like her mother though Sally is such an asshat!"
"Alexander! Do not talk like that!" Molly riposted, controlling her tone. She was beyond livid when he addressed the oracle an asshat. "You haven't got the right to call her like that. If she was right there, otherwise she would sue you for this sore, ugly word."
"I know but I hate her as much as the Howards and their schizophrenic allies."
"At least, control your language!" The middle-aged sister of the church advised wisely. "I pressume this little girl which you talked about is pretty."
"She's unarguably beautiful! For sadly, I can't be the person who drops her to kindergarten or something or otherwise Sally is going to break my arms once I touch or keep in touch with Kaitlyn."
***
A handful of weeks later
14th of October, 1970
As the weeks advanced, less weeks even days were until the courtroom's case against Father McKenzie, who's going to confront a several plaintiffs, in spite of its difficulty as well.
Valerie was cleaning and dusting after the Howards in their mansion, while her daughter Shona was attending regularly school and hanging out with Kit's children, Thomas and Julia. Whereas the twins and Agnes were already in the kindergarten and playing with Kaitlyn and a few affable kindergarteners.
Jude, Valerie and Timothy were drinking their morning coffee outside as they seated on the bench, watching its aesthetically autumn scenery that encircled them. Variety of colourful, crispy, frail leaves tumbled down from the trees, leaving them with nothing than stark branches where they were housed once until the summer season was dying as it was high time for the autumn to dawn on the horizon. The crispy leaves sheeted the ground with its majestic, elating carpet.
Leah was catnapping in her tiny bed, located in the living room.
The redhead was smoking with Jude and Timothy, discussing together whatever was on their mind.
Although it was in the middle of the autumn, the weather was still enjoyable and serene, fueling with genuine, jaw-dropping atmosphere, soothing the 3 adults. The eloquent songs of chirping birds, jingled in their ears.
The maid arrived in the mansion 2 hours ago as she was doing her job though she was having a brief break, shortly before getting back to work.
"It's still magnificent this weather. Why the autumn is so dazzling with this carpet of leaves?" Valerie exclaimed plainly, sipping her hot caffeine beverage as she took a drag off her cigarette and subsequently blowing its dim somewhere.
"It's wondersome this beauty. I can't agree with ya more, Val." The blonde replied, taking a puff of her length, emitting a tad dim from her nostrils and mouth. "I am wondering what made you to pierce your nose." Then she shifted her honey brown eyes up to the housekepeer as Valerie has pierced her nose a month ago, frowning wrily.
"I like it so much and I wanted to be different. Do not take me for a fool!" The maid admitted, reclining on the outdoor chair, crossing her legs elegantly as she earned the former sister of the church's surprised gaze.
"If either of our little rays of sunshines dares to pierce whether their eyebrows, noses or lips, I might have a heart attack." Jude remarked as she wasn't a keen fan of piercings and tattoos since she was an old school fan. When they raised the topic about Valerie's nose piercing, subsequently she felt tinge in her stomach, feeling its nauseating sensation conquering her. She wouldn't allow the twins and Agnes to do it until they turn 18.
"Jude, then do you think I will be alive and can handle this pain?" Timothy spitted out the punchline, taking a drag of his cigarette length. He pinched playfully her gracious button nose.
"Definitely not!" The both women snickered joyously as their bellies hurted so damn much, due to the punchline. In the meanwhile, the middle-aged man joined them. "If they don't do this disgusting piercing on their noses, I would be still alive."
"The rare bird gets a heart attack. Her fosterer could no longer bear the pain and the desolation as he ends his life."
"Do not say this, Val! It's sickening me." The couple said all as one, cackling rejoiced as Valerie joined them either.
"Anyway Val this piercing looks amazing though I am not into this." The former holy man commented, grasping his mug with warm caffeine beverage that moltened his mouth and organs.
"How to not thank you, Tim!" The young mother paused as she gulped in a single sip her coffee, arching an eyebrow. "Well, since you aren't piercing fans, thus do you have any scars? Anywhere on your bodies?"
"I don't want to disappoint but these were stained on my skin not because of accidents. The murderous Santa Claus did them to me."
"Where exactly?" Valerie enquired with immense curiosity through a sly smile, flashed on her face.
"On my back, somewhat my buttocks and legs." The blonde swallowed a solid lump in her throat as soon as she responded the housekeeper's question, confessing the morbid nightmare, caused by Leigh Emerson how it affected her skin, leaving traces of scars.
"Ouch, that sounds very painful!" The redhead cried out, taking a final drag off her cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray, consequently blowing dim, diffusing. In the meantime, she stared up at the blonde's face, putting herself in her shoes if a psychopath did this to her, otherwise it would be stoic for her talking about the scars he left on her body and frail soul. "I wish no one of us experiences such agony just like ya fellah." The housekeeper swatted faintly in amiable manner the former promiscuous nightclub singer's shoulder.
"It was a nightmare then. Fortunately, the madness ended once he was shot dead." The former clerical woman uttered with a slight stutter, lowering her head as her face sunk in flush.
"Rare bird, everything is alright!" Timothy tried to reassure his wife as he left his cigarette in the ashtray, taking her fragile, small hand into his larger, veiny, fitting ideally together. His chocolate brown eyes met her, locking up her stare as he offered her a benevolent smile as she tilted her head.
"Tim is right! This hobo psychotic Santa Claus is already dead. I know how painful experience it was back in the old days."
"Yeah, these scars are going to haunt me as much as back then." The older woman muttered, biting her bottom lip, while the thumb of his hand massaged the back of her hand.
"Tim, do you have any scars?"
"I have only one and it's on my left biceps." The former man of the cloth replied clearly.
"What's the story behind your scar?"
"Well, when I was a teenager and before Alicia's homicide, she tried to kidnap me in the basement in our mansion and to shave any body hair as Alicia started with my left biceps, using a mere razor. Then when she tried with the other biceps, I just kicked her in her loins though I squirmed as I was strapped on an old, tattered mattress, incapable of escaping until I cried out and cried out. Julietta, my mother came to rescue me though Ms.Clarke fled seconds before her arrival." He inhaled, then exhaled, lifting up Jude's hand up to his soft lips until he pecked a kiss on her vanilla knuckles, afterwards grasping her hand. The maid nodded excitedly, without peeling a single word as she listened Timothy's monologue. "And it bleeded in the beginning until it stopped and It stained like a scar on my skin. Remembering about this psychotic maid."
"Oh, Lord! Keep us from psychopaths! Well, she's no longer alive like Leigh."
"It's true, Val! Let's not even forget I and Jude consulted with a lawyer, guiding us how to win and process with Father McKenzie's case in 2 months."
***
2 months later
22nd of December, 1970
A handful of days left until Christmas. Nevertheless, today is going to be not only exhausting and overwhelming day for the Howards, Frank, Lana, Sally and Father McKenzie, moreover it's determinative for their destiny whether the notorious, manipulative, lunatic holy man will be behind the jail bars for the rest of his life or otherwise being released, while his foes lose the case against him in the courtroom.
In the past days, Jude and Timothy were beyond high-strung especially Jude, in fact, she was overthinking about the case against Alexander, speculating the worst to befall them. Their high-strung condition wasn't underestimated by their children and inner circle friends, noticing their overpowering heebie-jeebies, inquiring themselves if there's anything wrong with them though they were too young to understand its concept behind the courtroom case and their hitched up anxiety.
As soon as the Howards, Lana, Frank and Sally crowded the building's hallway, sitting on the chairs until the defendant arrives at last, they were drowning themselves in long, logical discussions as the former nun's disquietude verged, tormenting her physically and mentally in general.
She was sitting between Timothy and Sally, while their children were at school and kindergarten.
"I am so anxious. I don't really know if we are going to win or on the contrary this bastard is going to play his cards right." Jude mumbled, resting her head on Timothy's shoulder as her face blushed, sunk in sanguine tint as soon as somber, irrepressible thoughts, resurfaced in her mind and afflicting her.
"Judy, ya shouldn't be concerned at all. We are 5 against 1." The security guard added optimistically as a gleaming smile kissed his pudgy lips.
"Do you think it's possible one lame man of the cloth to confront 5 of us in front of the judge since he cannot acquit himself, factly, he possesses lack of evidence against each of us?" The brunette exclaimed, crossing her legs.
In the interim, Sally cleared her throat momentarily as she was eyeing the journalist, viciously grinning at her.
"If you know what, the more evidence we have against this heinous criminal, greater chance to get rid off the garbage." The oracle responded boldly, earning glorious gazes by the other adults as they were the sole people, who were in the hall, reckoning her.
"Exactly, Sally! That's the point." The former sister of the Roman Catholic church said in low, nonetheless, unflappable voice.
All of a sudden, the sound that drew instantly their attentions was actually when the juvenile, pigheaded and notorious member of the church entered in the hallway of the façade, earning sudden glares, darted directly to him as he struted smugly, pretending to overlook his rivals. What he wore on his fresh, youthful complexion was a malicious, complacent smirk, distorted across his dry lips.
"Here comes the rapist!" Sally retorted, arching eyebrows gamely as she couldn't take her eyes from the predator, testing his temper as well.
"Oh wow! Chin up, everybody! You know who's going to win against 5 of you." Father McKenzie approached the horde of his foes, offering them a haughty smirk, highlighting his pale, parchment face.
"You mustn't be that confident, Father! Because it's too obvious who's already the winner." Timothy stood not only for himself, further, for his wife and his friends.
"I doubt it, Mister Howard! The man, who took 2 innocent lives with his own bare hands." His damp tongue clicked, darting down his winter blue eyes down to his chocolate brown eyes, linking contrasting gazes. "A man, who locked up his own whore in a nuthouse and then helped her to get out and then the two-goody shoes former security guard was rescued by both lunatical former members of the church. It's abominable to think yourself for so smart." The glares which were casted on him were even more vile, intense if the death, itself, faced him. Furthermore, Alexander spoke with contempt by hissing.
"You have no borderlines, Father McKenzie! You are so childish and disgusting." Jude spat it out by getting from the chairs and heading up altogether inside the courtroom as it was high time their case to begin.
***
A few hours later
An hour and a half passed since the beginning of the case against Father McKenzie. Not only the judge listened the both sides' stories and collecting more information behind the notorious, iniquitous man of the cloth, who once ruined Briarcliff by accumulating its mortifying conditions, starving patients and lack of staff members, but also the judge condemned Father McKenzie, sentecing him in prison for the rest of his days, due to the rape case with Sally, Frank, Lana, Jude and Timothy's complains, gathered along, besides Briarcliff's investigation. Thanks to these charges, the plaintiffs gained greater chance of winning the case and pleading guilty for themselves.
In the final minutes of the case, their hearts were tempestuously hammering in their ribs, as a result of their insecurity whether they will leave the courtroom as winners or otherwise as defeatists.
The Howards, Frank, Sally and Lana couldn't be more content with themselves by concluding the year with more honoring news than these. They were in the seventh heaven after the case, leaving proudly the courtroom's walls as smug smiles sparkled on their faces. Their eyes glistened with glimmering, euphoric scintillas, exposing its kosher nuances.
Whereas the young priest's hands were handcuffed by the authorities, transferring him promptly to prison as soon as they were fleeing the courtroom and marching in the hall.
"You cannot left me to root!" Alexander burst out, wriggling as he wasn't capable of escaping the law's claws, clenching firmly his teeth while Jude, Timothy, Frank, Lana and Sally watched the comical scene of Father McKenzie being the victim of the law, besides they couldn't repress wicked, content grins curled up in the corner of their lips, expressing their endless pride, felicity oozing from them. "I'll give you money to get me out of here." Then the arrested priest shifted his winter blue eyes to the cop that arrested him.
"You are going to die. We always win, regardless the circumstances!" The older man replied, crossing his arms as he gawked at Alexander.
"It's looks like somebody's going to have so much fun in prison." The cop exclaimed as he giggled inwardly.
"We should go home and celebrate this." The middle-aged mother of 3 declared, averting her hazelish-brown eyes from the struggling holy man by moving them up to Timothy's soothing, loving chocolate brown eyes. "Especially with you!" She whispered sensually as her rosy-coloured lips motioned her quiet lisp.
***
"It looks like somebody's goose is cooked." Casey, Jude's former boyfriend emphasized the idiom, his long, handy fingers tipping the old, iron rusty jail bars as the former priest of the Roman Catholic church was currently dressed up in prisoner's uniform, hugging up his lean toned body as he was seating on his ragged, grubby mattress as their eyes met, connecting. Further, a couple of criminal mugshots were took of him, posing seriously for his criminal file.
"Yeah! They were 5 against 1. It was unfair." The younger man propped his jaw.
"At least, you confronted 5 of them."
"I wish I wasn't here. I have the money but," Suddenly the former man of the cloth lowered his voice, lowering his head in the same time. "They ignore me. The authorities, I mean!"
"Alex, I wish I could help you but when I do this, I could be fired and being jobless for releasing a notorious former member of the church just because he has the money eventually!"
"I am completely sure I will never see the light again. My fate determined my life, aiming me to the darkness. Trapped in the darkness, full of venomous scorpions and hyperbolical suicidal hints."
***
3 days later
25th of December, 1970
Three days have smoothly proceed since the enervating court case as Christmas dawned at last.
From a handful of days up to nowadays, the days for the Howards and their inner circle friends were not only fueled with sacred light, granted as a God blessing for them, moreover they couldn't be more gleeful for defeating one of the most cold-blooded, stubbornest and toughest enemy they have ever confronted. They even teached him a lesson, apocalypstically ruining his life as his career and reputation was entirely destroyed from everywhere, unable to resume his bland career as a devotional servant to God and the church. What the jubilant winners were incessantly wearing on their faces were coruscating smiles, shaped on their lips.
Valerie, Ramona, Charlotte, Jonathan, Kit, Allison and the rest of their friends and acquaitances acknowledged about the mesmerizing news as they couldn't be more satisfied, due to the fact, Father McKenzie is imprisoned lastly, destined to contemplate the darkness behind its vacuum grate. Place, where he exactly belonged, because of his loathsome and unscrupulous crimes which he has commited and he shall pay for them infinitely.
While the entire family was home for Christmas with their adopted kitten Leah as she was almost a year old, they were gathered together in the kitchen, sitting on the kitchen table as it was richly adorned with scrumptious dishes and glasses, filled whether with natural juices or wine.
In the meanwhile, the radio was turned on, playing either news or popular songs.
"Earlier today, the former notorious priest, known as the last McKenzie heir, Alexander Stanley McKenzie was brutally murdered by a serial killer. The perperator was actually a woman, known as a serial killer, who uses men for her own needs and then kills them. Her criminal records are several as she has a rich criminal past, known for her murderous homicides, commited against her victims as they are men in general." The radio journalist declared formally one of the news, involving the most detested priest of Boston.
"Woohoo! He got what he deserved." The both former pious members of the church shouted solemnly, sipping their glasses of Italian red wine as the alcohol burned in the corner of their mouths, earning the twins and Agnes's blissful stares, inked on their infantile faces.
"So the Bostonians won't be any longer bothered by anyone else than him since he's no longer amidst us." The younger man said buoyantly, wiping with a handkerchief his moisten mouth, abiding wine-stained yet.
"Definitely! For sure let's not forget Briarcliff is going to be shut down in January the next year."
"Yes and that's another wonderful piece of news for both of us and for the sake of the poor wretched souls, who are going to be housed in another better functioning facility." Hence, the radio news changed in a Christmas song, playing in the background of the kitchen as the children couldn't contain any longer their patience by getting from their chairs and commencing to dance by forming a circle along.
"The bells of saint mary's. Ah, hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. That come from the sea. And so my beloved when red leaves are falling."
"Not only for them," The blonde approached her face as a muffled inhale omitted from the top of her throat, pursuing for his luscious lips by occupying them with hers in an eternal, elating kiss. "For the Bostonians' sake either!" Then she interrupted Timothy as he hasn't even peeled a word after pressing her rosy-coloured, mellow lips on his, closing each other's eyes like blinds, completely ignoring their surroundings as their children's presences were oblivious for the couple. They couldn't help but relish the sweet moment, flourishing between them.
"It's thanks to us and our friends, who helped us to shut down this mental facility where every nightmare which we have experienced together is over. No more madness! No more Father McKenzie!" Meantime they giggled between their ever-lasting kiss as Jude cupped his cheeks in the palms of her creamy, petite hands, while his hands lowered to her waist.
"I can't believe, we protected Boston from an aristocratic brat, wearing titles of horrible names which perfectly suit him."
"The fools in love are the true heroes of Boston, although we're sinners and we weren't the most liked at all."
"That's right! I love you very much to death, darling!"
"Love bells shall ring out. Love bells shall ring out. For you and me. The bells of st. mary's. Ah, hear they are calling!"
"I love you much more than anything, my rare bird!" Consequently their kisses were growing ferocious and intense as their wet tongues began dancing against one another as their eyelids were tightly shut, relishing its sultry, romantic moment they shared with one another until Timothy's tongue won its dominance, plugging inside her mouth by deepening in a French kiss.
"Look at Mommy and Daddy! They are so beautiful together, aren't they?" Ellie inquired jubilantly, grasping her siblings' hands as they ideally fit together by dancing and humming themselves its song's instrumental, ringing hallowed anthems in their wee ears. The eldest daughter in the Howard family looked up at her kissing parents, smiling in a daredevil manner.
"Of course, they are! They are the most beautiful couple I have ever seen." Tristan confessed, giggling.
"I luv them so much!" The youngest sibling burst out, swaying her legs in the rhythm of the song, following it how it should be.
The eventual truth was actually Jude and Timothy were doted on each other since the beginning, despite the relentless circumstances that abstained them of earlier marriage when they fell in love with one another when they actually realized, they were exactly made for one another. Not only the church and their took vows were substantial issues, troubling them by uniting them as more than a platonic bond, even more Jude's self-doubt of telling Timothy about her grim, disreputable past troubled her and she was afraid of informing him unless their relationship grew into something more than just friends and colleagues. What it actually burdened her was whether if the love of her life acknowledged from somewhere about her past or she told him earlier in the first years since their collaboration, otherwise he would never desire to be near her ever again.
When Jude was institutionalized in the same institution where she shared golden Rome dream with the man she hankered for, subsequently she didn't lose a hope in being rescued and the crucial motive why Timothy got her out was peculiarly evident. He realized his childish naivety when he believed Jude's foes without asking her counsil and demonstrating the point of her view over the Leigh Emerson's attempted rape and the rest of the stuff where she was being involved as well. He deeply loved her and wanted to rescue her from the hellhole as soon as possible as his plan worked successfully without hesitation. What the former nun regarded without surcease in the man, she had unholy, sexual thoughts of as he visited her dreams every night, teasing and pleasuring her in every way without discomforting her, was Timothy's drastic change not only in his manners, most of all in his demeanor. From the aspiring, strong-willed and self-centered holy man he transformed signifcantly into a family man, known as a loving, caring, bashful, selfless and authentic man she has always craved. He wasn't like any other man she has ever encountered and get laid with in her entire life. After fleeing Briarcliff, they made their own family with 3 lovely children, made new friends and rescued Frank, Jude's old friend, besides they collided with a couple of antagonists, who were particularly detrimental not only for them, furthermore for the innocents' sake.
Their love had no borders. Their love was like eternally blazing flame, liting up their indisputable aura and passion. Brighter days were awaiting them as the old, unwelcoming days have already died.
The End
Author's Note:
I would like to thank everybody for taking of their time in reading my first ever longest book I have ever written. I would like to express my gratitude for not only reading my book, but also voting and commenting. It genuinely means a lot to me and I appreciate it how much its readers are enjoying each fragment of the story where I spilled my entire heart in writing it not only for these who're interested in such fictional Literature with romance, drama, comedy, somewhat mystery and thriller, mixing these genres altogether, moreover other Nunsignor shippers, Jessica or AHS fans are reading this which brings me a smile, honestly.
When I began writing this long book what I can recall is actually my immense motivation that oozed from her to start its roller coaster how Timothy rescues Jude then it slowly descends as their relationship develops and from enemies or frenemies they are already friends, thereafter lovers and they are eventually married, creating their own family, more friendships and confronting more dangerous or as dangerous as antagonists such as Leigh Emerson (although his short appearance), Father McKenzie, Casey (he emerged in some chapters from time to time) as they were the marionettes of the vile and interest especially Father McKenzie and Leigh himself.
First and foremost, as the chapters advanced rapidly as in the beginning I was publishing whether once or twice a day, there were days when I skipped to publish a chapter due to various reasons which are ideally comprehending especially as an author of a story whether a short or a long one with complex story. Don't get me wrong! It was fatiguing and fun writing it in the same time.
Well, if you are curious who are my top characters from the book, here you are:
Judy/Jude: As you already know, she's my favorite AHS of all time, Jessica and Asylum character, besides she's my role model. She was merely the easiest character for writing in the book since I knew her history from the tv series perfectly well, memorizing each detail though some things are changed in the book. Well, she's taking the gold as my favorite character from the book, although there were times when I disagreed with her actions in certain situations in the story.
Timothy: I have never hated him even in Asylum. He was interesting character back in Asylum, despite his character is much better and improved there unlike the tv series which is Ryan's ginormous mistake for ruining Timothy's character in general especially in the end of the season. To be honest, I prefer him a bit more in the book than Jude though I rank them as my number 1 favorite characters in the same time. In general, he was beyond calm and docile from first sight and generally, in spite of it's never too late to behold him in much different spot light like some other characters who have already showed their darker side as well.
Father McKenzie: Not gonna lie, in the beginning I disliked him in the chapters where he appeared for first time until the chapters progressed and his character's development was one of the best things about him, to be honest. What was embodying him was actually his portrayal, similar to Tartuffe's one as I prefered to portray him in slightly different way than some of the villains, who play whether a minor or major role in the story. Although he can be detested by the majority of the readers or the story's fans just because he relishes the scenery of mortified and tormented preys, that doesn't renders him the worst character at all. He's the best antagonist and one of the best characters from the story, in my opinion. Despite the fact his morals and manners aren't my cup of tea at all. He was actually somewhat comically Let's not forget one more thing- he was the most intriguing and fun character for writing.
The children (Ellie, Tristan and Agnes Jude): What I can say about them more than they are adorable as they are different and unique in their own way? They are actually Jude and Timothy's treasures which satisfied them especially Jude since we know her soreful past, thanks to the tv series. :(
Valerie Volkova: She was one of the best LGBT characters in the book, in my opinion. Not only she was a bizarre personality (by the way, I love weird/bizarre stuff, don't get me wrong!), but also Valerie has persevered and grew up with a single mother, 2 years before achieving a glorious victory with her friends, she lost her lover. Valerie was another interesting and fun character for writing, if I need to be sincere.
Dr. Velika Azarova: Well, she's another bizarre character as much as Valerie or probably more. At first, I didn't like her when she acted bluntly when she came to the conclusion Val opted to kiss Jude and cheat on her though Velika wasn't perfect at all. Gradually my love for this character significantly escalated, due to her deplorable story as she has lost her husband in a car accident when her son was a little boy and she attempted to help her son combatting the worst addictions in the world and befriending with riots until he realized how messed was his life after establishing in the same hospital, where she exactly worked. What it was the most tragic about this character, besides her past and story with her son was actually the apogee which she didn't deserve at all since she was too young to die.
Frank McCann: He's one of my favorite Asylum characters though he was docile, hilarious, witty and sensible in this story. He deserved much better when he was institutionalized and I couldn't believe I revived him in this story after the possessed Mary Eunice slit his neck back in the Asylum series. I loved him so much and that's why I included him as a protagonist in the later chapters of the story.
In general, I love almost every character with a couple of exceptions as well and the abundance of variety personalities were swarming this book by exposing people in different lights and their philosophy.
Of couse, there are going to be other future stories of mine and I can say there's going to be a second book or to be exact a sequel of the New Beginning!
Thank you once again for following my story!
Wishing you the best and see you in my future book/story projects!
Alex💕