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"Well, yes, that's right, Mike."<br />
"She's a good friend of my wife's. She was on a date with my stepson!"<br />
Mike Banion thundered off into the churchyard. A moment later his old Dodge was skidding its way out<br />
of the muddy parking lot.<br />
For a long time Father Harry Goodwin simply sat, staring. Then he tried to pray. His words mocked him,<br />
and soon lost themselves in silence.<br />
<strong>Chapter</strong> Four<br />
They guided Jonathan to a car and took him home. They bathed him and attended him, six young<br />
sisters in their red habits, and a grave man of perhaps thirty who was so gentle he must love him.<br />
He laid his exhausted friend in his bed.<br />
Jonathan dreamed of wet leaves stinging his face, snatching at his arms. He raced through a vicious<br />
jungle of grasping plants and slick, seething creatures barely seen. In this dream he ran with the strength of<br />
a wild animal and the hunger of a ghoul. He pursued a woman.<br />
"He's having a nightmare," <strong>one</strong> of the sisters said. "Shouldn't we wake him, Jerry?"<br />
"Let him sleep." Jerry Cochran stroked Jonathan's sweaty forehead.<br />
In his dream Jonathan stretched out his arms, grabbed at his dream-woman's flying hair, screamed out<br />
his desire. She raced on through long, dripping alleys of trees, past flickering candles and bloodied crosses.<br />
"Jerry, he's suffering!"<br />
"We have to let him sleep, otherwise the hypnosis may be permanently weakened. He mustn't be allowed<br />
to remember what he did." He looked long at his young friend. "Or what he is."<br />
Jonathan heard n<strong>one</strong> of this. He was utterly lost in himself, racked by his nightmare. In it he got his<br />
fingers in her hair, he dragged her down, he sat astride her.<br />
He tried desperately to wake up. The hands that had grabbed her were not his hands, they were ugly and<br />
horn-hard and full of evil strength.<br />
His watchers heard a noise downstairs, the slam of a door, the pounding of Mike Banion's footsteps. "If<br />
he knows, we kill him," the young man said laconically.<br />
One of the sisters withdrew a long, thin blade from her habit.<br />
They retreated into the back hall as Jonathan screamed the broken screams of great agony.<br />
Mike came running up the stairs, oblivious to the thickened shadows at the far end of the dark hall.<br />
"Wake up, Jonathan!" Mike shouted over the roaring shrieks.<br />
Jonathan heard the voice but it was too faint for him to make out the words. The nightmare continued.<br />
He smoothed back the obscuring fog of his victim's hair and looked upon her face. Her mouth opened and<br />
a scream swarmed out like a flight of wasps—and then his anger possessed him, his horrible, vicious anger,<br />
and made him delight in the way her flesh swept from her b<strong>one</strong>s as he stroked her. Beneath his scaly<br />
palms it scraped away as skin might during the flaying of a rabbit.<br />
This was the worst ever, the most wicked dream he had ever had. And he couldn't stop it. He watched<br />
himself tear the skin off her knotting, twisting muscles. His own screams mingled with hers.<br />
"Wake up! Wake Up!" A frantic voice was calling to him.<br />
Help me! Please help me!<br />
"Wake up!" His savior grabbed his shoulders and shook him so furiously the dream finally snapped.<br />
"Wake up, son," Mike Banion was saying. "You and I have a big problem."<br />
"Dad?" His own voice was a whisper. Mike had him by the shoulders, had pulled him half out of the bed.<br />
Mike threw his arms around him. "Wake up, Johnny. This is a serious problem."<br />
Jonathan hugged him back. He had come to love gruff Mike Banion. Although Mike could be fierce, the<br />
cop loved him too, in his own way. Behind the tough exterior the love was there. Definitely. But in his own<br />
way.<br />
"I've got a hard thing to tell you, Johnny."<br />
Jonathan looked into the detective's eyes. The intensity of the dream made even the reality of Mike seem<br />
vague, as if he were on the other side of a dirty window. Jonathan tried to bring things into focus, to prepare<br />
himself for whatever unimaginable tragedy had occurred. "Okay, Dad."<br />
"Your girl is in the hospital. She got raped."