Point Pleasant – Season 2, Chapter 1: "Thank God for Immortality"
Lucas Boyd, the man sent to protect the child of darkness, was being chaperoned in a fancy black car when it happened, his face covered with the cuts and scratches of a thousand deaths. His white-collar suit had a rich stench of blood. He sat back, arms above his head, giddy with himself as he watched the true destiny of this world come to fruition…
The sky was being christened by evil, masking itself with a sea of ominous mist. Screaming and crying were the only chimes heard in the wind, as death and destruction reigned. It kept and would keep getting darker and darker in Point Pleasant, the little boating town that now crashed and burned under the wrath of the daughter of Satan. This was the end of days. The Armageddon…
The daughter of Satan, with the face of innocence and beautiful blond locks, now stood on the freeway out of town, behind her a rook of ravens cawed behind her. Her expression was motionless; it was like she was in a trance. Understandably, this young girl would no longer feel anything again. Not since Jesse, the boy she loved, had twisted a knife into her gut, desperate to end her mortality…
Thank God for immortality, Christina thought, smirking.
"Or, should I be thanking you, daddy?" She said out loud, looking up to the sky. Wouldn't he be proud of his little girl for fulfilling her destiny?
He lay under what was left of the Kramer's house. Jesse would likely never be found. Not that he would know it. He was dead. Killed by the girl who caught his eye the second she washed up in Point Pleasant. The face of innocence.
A ray of light shone down, striking the rubble where his body was. The only light in Point Pleasant to be seen for miles.
The light grew brighter and brighter, like a burning sun.
Lucas Boyd had seen it from inside the car, his eyes opened wide and glaring. The smile had been wiped off his face in confusion…
Only Jesse's fingers would've felt the heat, if he'd shown any signs of life…
But, then, something moved among the rubble. Rumblings.
The scene was set. Maybe it was something and maybe it was nothing.
All that could be heard were the sounds of crackling fires and the crumbling buildings nearby. Popping and banging, crackling and spitting, like a great bush fire. The fires that only ended in wreck and ruin, death and famine. Spit, bang, crackle, pop…spit, bang, crackle, pop…spit, bang, crackle, pop…Jesse's eyes were firmly closed underneath the slab of concrete, weighing down on top of him. And then… they opened…and the bright light was gone. His bright blue eyes. The thing Christina loved about him. Jesse Parker was alive.
~ Thank God for immortality.
To be continued…