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12 April 2010 @ 01:23 pm
The Da Vinci Code - A Dark Road - FRT - #17 (a church)  

Title:  A Dark Road
Author:  jedimasterstar 
Fandom: The Da Vinci Code/Angels and Demons (movie-verse)
Characters:  Patrick McKenna, Mara Everson (OFC)
Genre:  Drama
Rating: FRT
Prompt: #17 – a church @ story_lottery
Summary: Patrick McKenna thinks about what has occurred as he chats with Mara.
Spoilers: Only for Angels and Demons
Warning(s): I guess a warning that this is mostly dark.
Word Count: 1,620
Disclaimer:  I do not own Angels and Demons. They belong to someone else. I only own Mara.
A/N: This was the hardest prompt for me to write for. But somehow I came up with this. I want to apologize just in case someone finds this offensive. It was not my intention. But I just wanted to get into McKenna’s head for a moment to find out why he did what he did. Again, my apologies if offensive.

 

 

All he ever grew up knowing was the Church. After his parents were killed and the archbishop adopted him, Patrick McKenna grew up knowing that there would be no other place for him. He gave up any other life he could have possibly had for this. And now he was fighting to save it from itself. He killed his own father to do it too. “Are you alright, Father?” came a melodic voice. Turning from the window, he saw Mara Everson standing at the doorway to his office. Young and energetic, the brown-haired, gray-eyed aspiring journalist looked at him with sympathy in her eyes. And a look that made her seem far older than she actually was.

Maybe there was hope for today’s youth. “As fine as one could be, I imagine,” McKenna replied as he gestured for her to take a seat. She took up his invitation and sat. “What can I do for you, Miss Everson?” he asked, as he remained at his place next to the window. 

“I was going to ask you the same question,” she replied as she set her cool gaze at him. He was surprised by the light of her eyes and the sympathy that was seen there.

“And what do I need help with?”

Mara gave him a weak smile and answered, “You’re stressed by recent events. Which is obvious, to say the least. But you seem like a man that is more stressed than should be. Like you are trying to hold something back.”

He had to admit, the girl was very observant. “Are you a religious person, Miss Everson?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I go to church whenever I can. I can’t say I’m religious; but I try to stay firm in my beliefs,” she answered.

“Do you believe in God?”

She chuckled. “I believe in God. But I know for sure that I am never meant to understand Him,” she replied.

It was almost the exact answer her father gave him when he was asking for McKenna’s permission for access to the Vatican Archives. He granted it, though he knew that there was a slim chance that the Harvard professor would be able to stop his plans. But he was willing to risk it. “Do you believe in one’s greater purpose?” he asked. He did not know why he was asking her this; but she seemed to be the one to ask. Outside of her father, she had no real interest in this.

Maybe he just needed to reassure himself in his own beliefs. “You mean do I believe that one is destined for greater things?” responded Mara, temporarily confused. McKenna nodded. “I guess,” she replied. “Fate can be a fickle thing; but I believe God has a purpose for each of us. To what end, though, only He can reveal.”

He nodded again. “Do you believe that there is some greater purpose for you?” he asked.

“I seriously doubt it. The way my life is going now, it can end up anywhere,” she responded. Looking at the priest more closely, she asked, “Why are you asking me this? Are you that bored? I’m sure this crisis is not that dull.”

“I just needed a distraction, I guess,” answered McKenna as he walked away from the window and took a seat across from her next to the fire. “Why are you not with your father?” he asked, curious.

“I know it’s not often one is allowed access to private areas of the Vatican. So I’m taking advantage of it. Besides, I probably will leave with a story or two to write about,” she answered. She gave him a beautiful smile, to which McKenna only gave her a small one. “What about you, Father?” she suddenly asked.

“What about me?”

She sighed. “I hate to sound impolite, but what is really troubling you? You seem like a man with two faces – one for the public to see and one for the times in which you are alone. You’re holding something back,” she said. 

“Digging for a story?” he asked.

“Anyway I can,” she responded with a smile. “What are your thoughts about the Church?”

He knew she was going to ask that. Somehow he knew. “What do you want me to say?” he asked.

Mara rolled her eyes. “Can we stop with the question for answers and get to the point. Just tell me the truth,” she replied, annoyance becoming evident in her voice.

“You want the truth; then I will give it to you. The Church is becoming too soft on some matters. Especially when it comes science,” replied McKenna as he leaned forward.

“What’s wrong with science? I’ve seen science do some amazing things,” she answered.

He looked at her and said, “And some terrible things, if I remember correctly.” He remembered reading an article somewhere about her involvement to stop John Lumic from bringing about his crazy vision.

She gave him a grim look and said, “I rather not talk about that.”  He could tell from her face that the events were still too near.

“People are depending too much on science to answer their every need. Where does God come into the picture?” he asked. 

“God is everywhere. Even in science, if I remember right. Besides, didn’t those inquisitions against scientists ended long ago?”

He gave her a dark look. “What are you accusing me of?” he asked.

Giving him a calm look, she said, “Nothing. Just remember that those kinds of thoughts are what led to a darker Illuminati in the first place.” They sat there in silence for a few minutes before she asked, “Was it because of your parents?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Your hatred for science. Was it because of the bomb that killed your parents? Science created that bomb and it took them away. Is that why?”she asked. When he gave her no response, she got up and said, “I’m going to join the commander down in his office.” 

She turned to leave. But before she exited the room, Mara turned back to him and said, “If you continue down this road, I’m afraid that it will kill you in the end. For your sake, I hope you stop now before it consumes you.” With that, she turned and left. You have no idea how far down I am, he thought. Sitting for a moment, he went to his desk and pulled out a piece of paper and began to write, knowing that the third victim would be found soon.

________________________________________________________________________ 

Mara could not believe that he was dead. Of all people, she did not suspect the priest. But maybe she should have. In a short matter of time, Patrick McKenna earned her respect. But her nagging feeling that he was holding something back made her able not to trust him. A man of two faces, she thought she stood out on a back balcony. She had watched him burn himself alive. Her screams mingled with his as he died almost instantly. “Miss Everson?” came a deep but kind voice. Turning around, she noticed that it was Cardinal Strauss that found her. 

“Your Excellency,” she greeted with a slight bow.

He waved it off. “No need for that. I am here on important business,” he said.

“Oh?”

In response, the cardinal held out an envelope. “This was found on the desk of my predecessor. It has your name on it,” he said. Seeing that she had it in hand, he turned and left.

Curious, she opened the envelope and pulled out a letter. Unfolding it, she read:

Miss Everson,

If you received this, then I was unsuccessful in my plans. I hope that you will still think of me kindly.

You were right in saying that that bomb was the cause in my hatred for science. It was science that took them away from me. Something I am never able to forgive. My childhood before the blast was a happy one. I loved my parents. But they were taken away. But God saw it fit to give me a new one.

But then that father betrayed me. He actually wanted the fact that antimatter can be made and observed to be brought to the public. He wanted to bridge the gap between science and religion. But I knew that it would never happen. So my plan began.

Do not think of me harshly for killing him. I did not want to, but it was the only way. And for bringing back the Illuminati – who better to blame?

But I will tell you this. You, Miss Everson, caused me to think. Your questions (along with mine) helped me think out a few things. But it was your sympathy that really moved me. I never thought I would ever see such a thing from another human being. But you did.

I’m sorry to tell you that I was unable to leave that dark road. But I was too far down to be able to turn back. I’m sorry to disappoint you.

Keep to your dreams, Mara. I am sure that you will reach them soon.

I continue to hope that you will remember me fondly. 

Sincerely,
Patrick McKenna

Feeling something else in the envelope, she pulled out a picture. It showed a young Patrick with his parents. He looks so happy, she thought as she smiled sadly at the picture. “I hope that you found your peace, Patrick. Wherever you are now,” she whispered, watching the peaceful scene below. 

She then smiled. Patrick will be remembered, she’ll make sure of that. Though she did not agree with his methods, she knew that he believed in his ideas strongly. It would make a nice story, won’t it?


 


 
 
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