Title: Hank Lawson's Revelations
Author: LovelyLène
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except for the storyline (even if it's inspired by other existing television shows). Beth Sullivan owns the characters of Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman. I'm just taking them out to play…
Rating: Can't really tell yet. Right now I'd say PG-13, but it could become R or even M-rated in further chapters.
Warnings: My take on religion. It's not my intention to offend anyone. It may sound a little familiar to some people, so I confess: Yes, I got inspired by watching "Eli Stone" and the 4th season of "Supernatural".
Language warning: English is not my native language, so if there are spelling or grammar mistakes… I'm sorry! I'm looking for a beta reader; so if someone would like to have that job, please let me know.
Author's note: This just came to mind. Couldn't really help it. I apologize in advance if this story isn't updated frequently, because my own book is still my main priority. However, my Dr. Quinn fanfiction muse doesn't seem to shut up, so I decided to give in to it…
Genre: Drama / Humor / Supernatural. Well, so far anyway. I have no idea how the story will develop.
Summary: Hank receives a special gift, which appears to be quite divine. However, Hank is far from pleased with it and considers it a curse, as his life is turned upside down because of it. Will he eventually be able to cope? Will he be able to accept this gift, give in to it and fulfill his divine destiny?
Chapter 1
Darkness… Nothingness… Emptiness…
Where was everyone? Where were his neighbors? Where were the other townspeople?
Where was the town?
Hank looked around and a strange feeling began to rise within him. His heart started to beat faster and faster. He could almost hear the blood running through his veins.
He looked around and saw… nothing. Absolutely nothing. He stood on a barren plain, which seemed never-ending, stretching beyond the horizon. There were no trees, no bushes, no houses, not even the slightest bit of evidence of any kind of life. No tracks, no footprints...
No sound…
It was silent. Dead silent. Not even the sound of the wind or the warbling of birds.
Silence. Devastating silence.
It's what worried him most of all.
"Is there anyone out there?" he yelled, on top of his lungs, but as the sound came out of his throat it immediately seemed to lose its volume and died out almost instantly.
"Anyone?" he tried once more, unfortunately with the same effect.
He turned around and searched the surface for anything that could lead him to anyone or anyplace. Anyplace but here…
He found nothing.
Nothing…
Then he started running.
He ran, as fast as he could. He wanted to get away. He needed to get away.
There were ominous dark clouds gathering overhead. Dark red clouds. It almost looked like the sky was on fire.
He tried to run faster, but for some reason it felt like he was slowing down. No matter what he did, whatever he tried, he was slowing down. Eventually he came to a halt and the world spun in front of him. The world spun and he closed his eyes to avoid the dizziness that was starting to overtake him. He stood like that for a few seconds, waiting for… waiting for what?
Heat…
He felt it. He was standing close to something very warm. No, it wasn't something warm. It was something insanely hot!
His eyes shot open and as he did so his other senses kicked back in. He heard the whooshing sound of flames and the agonizing screams of people trapped.
His eyes went wide when he took in the scene in front of him.
Fire…
His town was on fire.
Colorado Springs was burning along with its citizens.
He heard the screams of people he knew, but he couldn't see them. He couldn't reach them. The fire was all around. All around him. All around Colorado Springs. There was no way out. Nowhere to run.
He screamed as the flames swallowed him whole…
TBC
