Mark stifled a moan of pain as he rose to a sitting position, fighting the darkness that encroached on his vision as he sat and waited for his sight to clear. The lack of blood on his robe, and the fact that the pain was easing reassured him that the vest had done its job even if it did feel like he'd been kicked by a mule. As he put his hand down to move to a standing position, he felt something cold and metallic. The agent's gun. He picked it up, not quite sure what to do with it. Not only had he never fired one, he'd never had reason to point a gun at another human being.
Standing, he blinked, getting his bearings before he straightened as much as his aching ribs allowed. If he could distract Kern, Jessie or Dan might be able to take him out. He aimed the weapon at Kern's back. It crossed his mind to shoot the man, but he didn't trust his aim, and didn't know if the bullet would pass through Kern into Jim.
"Kern." He'd wanted to sound strong and forceful, but he hadn't been able to take a deep enough breath to add volume so Kern didn't hear him above the sound of his own shouting. His second effort was louder, and Kern pivoted sideways, yanking Jim along with him. A trail of blood welled from a groove along Jim's head. It explained the glassy look in Jim's eyes and how he'd been captured.
"Well look here. It's a bonafide miracle!" Kern eyed Mark, his mouth twisting into a sneer. "You're not dead."
Jessie took a tiny step to her left, indicating to Mark with a subtle gesture that she wanted him to keep talking. Mark shook his head at Kern. "Nope. As you can see, I'm very much alive, so you can release Reverend Jim. He didn't murder me."
"You think I can just let him go and everything will be fine?"
Before Mark could answer, Kern tightened his grip, and Jim's eyes went wide as he clutched at the arm across his throat, his fingers digging into Kern's flesh.
"What do you want, Kern?"
"I want you. More specifically, I want your power. Reveal it to me, and I'll let this old man go."
A couple of dozen audience members still huddled on the floor where they must have dropped when the shooting began. Several lifted their heads, curiosity replacing the fear in their eyes.
"I don't have any power. Don't you think I'd have given it to you the last time we met if I'd had anything to give?"
"At first, I didn't believe you had any powers. I was just using the media hype to inspire my followers."
Mark felt bile rise, and swallowed convulsively. His hands shook, his aim wavering. The whole ordeal had been just a ploy for Kern to look good in front of his pathetic group of followers?
Kern shrugged and continued, "But now, I'm a believer. How else do I explain the dream I had last night? I saw all of this, and I know how it ends. I heard your speech and everything. The only thing different, is you were wearing a blue shirt, instead of that robe. I haven't figured out why that's different, but the rest of it-it's exactly the same."
A chill swept Mark. So Kern had been present in the dream. He wished he could somehow cleanse his mind and wash out any lingering trace of of the evil man.
Jessie was almost behind Kern.
He had to keep him distracted just a moment longer. "You're delusional."
Kern hiked Jim higher as he moved a step closer to Mark. His face twisted in rage. "I'm delusional?" He chuckled. "I'm not delusional, Taylor. What I am is your fiercest believer. Who do you think will spread the word on you when you're dead?"
Mark ignored the fact that Kern seemed to think he was bestowing a great honor upon him. "I'm nothing to believe in, Kern. Save that for God."
Jim appeared to have regained his awareness of what was happening as his right hand inched behind him. Mark hoped it was for another gun, but he tried not to watch, not wanting to signal Kern with his eyes.
"Speaking of God. Are you ready to meet Him?" Kern pulled the gun from Jim's head and pointed it at Mark.
At the same time, Jim spun and ducked, escaping Kern's grip.
Almost simultaneously, four shots sounded. Mark flinched and closed his eyes, waiting for an impact that never came. He risked a look when something hit the stage with a loud thud.
Kern lay motionless on the stage, his eyes open and unseeing. Mark took a step back and glanced at the gun he held. Had he shot Kern? He bent, releasing the weapon to clatter to the floor. Had he killed a man?
Jim knelt, his weapon still pointing at Kern, but his other hand rubbed his throat. Jessie and Dan rushed the stage.
Dan said something into his shoulder mic, then went to Jim. "Lie down and let me get a look at you."
Jim shrugged him off. "I'm fine." He moved to a sitting position though, despite his protests.
Jessie checked Kern for a pulse, then turned to Mark. "How about you?"
Mark had a hard time tearing his gaze from Kern's body, sickened that it had come to this. "I don't know." He rubbed his chest, even though it did no good through the thick Kevlar. "I'm okay, I guess. I think I've used up my lifetime allotment of miracles though." He gave a strangled laugh.
She nodded and came to him, her arms opening. He pulled her into a hug. Jessie tilted her head, her eyes locked on his as she said, "When the shots came and you went down, I thought you were dead." Her voice shook.
"Me too." Mark gave her a gentle squeeze, then grunted when she returned the favor with a little too much feeling.
She stepped away. "Sorry." With a deep breath, she seemed to regain her composure, her bearing once more that of a detective. "Let's see the damage."
Mark tugged the robe over his head with a grimace. Three slugs remained embedded in the vest, flattened into a mushroom shape. He willed his hand to stop shaking.
"We'll need the vest for evidence."
"Here, you can have it." He ripped open the Velcro straps and shrugged out it.
"Just put it on top of the robe. Then sit down until the paramedics check you over."
"I'm fine." He lifted his t-shirt, examining the ugly bruises, two on the left side of his chest, and one on the lower right. "I think I was just stunned from the impact."
"It's standard protocol, Mark. You could be bleeding internally and not know it. Besides, you were out for several minutes."
The implication slammed into him. "So for several minutes, you thought I was dead?"
She shrugged, but avoided making eye contact. It hit him full force why she'd left him. The pain in his chest had nothing to do with the shots he'd taken. He nodded. "I understand."
He knew Jessie caught the meaning behind his words because her eyes flew to his and her lip trembled before she bit it and returned the nod.
Police and paramedics swarmed into the warehouse, some approaching them on the stage, but a few tending to people on the floor.
"What happened while I was out? I kind of remember another shot. What did he," Mark inclined his head towards Kern's body, "mean about some innocent taking her own life?"
Jessie darted a look at a group gathered around someone on the floor of the warehouse, just in front of the stage. "It's Medea, although we don't have a positive ID yet."
Like another mule had tattooed him, Mark staggered. "She killed herself?"
"I don't think so. I think Kern shot her on purpose after he shot you. It was pretty chaotic though, so I can't say for certain. We'll have to watch the tapes to know for certain."
He pushed past her to the edge of the stage. Judy Medea lay crumpled, a paramedic in the act of covering her with a yellow blanket, but he caught a glimpse of her before it settled over her face. His stomach flipped, and it was all he could do to hold onto its contents.
Mark backed away, pointing towards Medea. "Two people are dead, Jessie. And for what? I don't understand." The shaking that had been present since he'd come to, intensified. "It's so damn pointless!"