Free Immortal Secrets by Jerry Moore Page B

you hurting yourself with this. You know, when you first confronted me about saving Brenda, and I figured out that Allison was feeding you information, I felt like stabbing her myself.”
    Allison got still and I knelt down to see how badly Allison was hurt. “Jeff, don’t just stand there, help me! Can you do that thing you do again or something?”
    He chuckled. “I could stab her again.”
    Allison moaned. “Very funny. I think the bleeding has stopped. I forgot just how much it hurt to get stabbed.”
    I heard Dr. Greene behind me. “Allison, you will clean this mess up.”
    I turned around and I was livid. “What is wrong with you people? We have to get her to a hospital.”
    Allison sat up. “Actually, I don’t need a hospital. I’m fine.”
    I lifted up her shirt. “Let me see how bad it is.” There was blood all over her torso but she had stopped bleeding. Not only that, but I could actually see the gashing wound I had inflicted closing. Within thirty seconds of the time I started watching it, the wound was completely gone. I stood up and backed away. “Who or what are you?”
    Amazingly, Allison stood up like nothing had happened. “Lisa, do you believe in Jesus?”
    Oh great, now I was going to hear a sermon from the person that I had just stabbed or who had stabbed herself, depending on how you look at it. “I guess I do. I mean I go to church on Easter and Christmas.”
    “All three of us lived in the time of Christ. The three of us plus nine others were selected for a special purpose.”
    “What sort of purpose?”
    “Our job was to make sure that the bible got put together the right way. We had to make sure that the things that needed to be there were included and other things were not included.”
    “And why does God need people that never die to get this done?”
    “You have to remember that Christianity was illegal for a quite some time after the death of Christ. The bible wasn’t even printed in the form it has today for hundreds of years. The only way to insure our survival was to keep our bodies from decaying and dying old age and making us incredibly hard to kill.”
    I was freaking out. They were friggin’ immortals. “Okay, let’s say I accept everything you just said. I want to know about the thing that Jeff did with his hands in Brenda’s room. What exactly happened to improve her condition and how does your little power work?”
    Jeff decided to answer for himself. “It’s really simple. I have the ability to heal others. I healed Brenda just enough for her to survive. I could have completely healed her but it would have raised too many questions. You asked me to save her life, I did that.”
    “But how did you get that ability?”
    “There were plenty of Christians in the first century with miraculous gifts. As that generation died out, so did those abilities. Only the apostles had the ability to pass abilities on to others. We never died, so we still have our gifts.”
    “Allison, why didn’t you heal Brenda yourself?”
    She held her hands out with her palms up. “These hands don’t heal like Jeff’s do, I have a different gift. And I will be happy to tell you what it is once we get out of these blood soaked clothes.”

Chapter Eight
    Allison drove me to her house. Jeff stayed behind to clean up the mess we had made at Dr. Greene’s. Allison lived near UMC, just off of Indiana Avenue. She was renting a two bedroom house in what was commonly referred to as the Arnett-Benson neighborhood. And no, I have no clue who Arnett or Benson were.
    We didn’t talk much on what I think was the short drive from Dr. Greene’s house. I sort of dozed off on the way from one to the other. Of course, by that time it was almost three o’clock in the morning. In fact I was so sleepy that it didn’t take much for Allison to convince me to spend what was left of the night in her guest bedroom.
    I only slept for a couple of hours and woke up to the smell of fried bacon and coffee. As