Author's Notes: Hello, welcome to my fan fic, or rather my set of fan fictions. These are set in the Bible, and are what different figures might be thinking. My beliefs are that the Bible was written by God, but copied by men. I know others do not believe this, so if you do not I respect your right to believe otherwise. I only ask you respect my beliefs as well. All versus are taken out of the New King James Version of the Bible. This first one is set during the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. All versus come from the Gospel of Mark. Versus are in italics. '' Means thoughts. I don't own the Bible or anyone portrayed in it. Thank you. Constructive criticism welcome, flames are not.
" Now when the sixth hour had come, there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour."
Jesus was there on the cross, he hands had been hammered by nails. The Son of God had heard the clanging noises the nails had made as they'd been driven into his flesh. Jesus, the teacher and healer now was hanging weak and limp. The blood was still running down his palms. His mother and Mary were weeping at his feet.
'It must be this way, but the pain. I cannot bear this pain' the Savior thought as his cracked lips taunted him. The soldiers jeered at him below. Jesus winced.
'I can still feel that wound in my side. I must do this; it is my Father's orders. I must die for their sakes.' Jesus thought to himself. That's when Jesus decided he must speak while his strength still remained.
And in the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" Which is translated "My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me?"
Jesus head dropped back down on his chest, his strength was zapped. 'Father, can you hear me?' Jesus cried to the heavens in his mind. He knew his Father could, but that didn't make this task any easier. Some of the crowd looked uneasy and others sympathetic, the remainder of the crowd believed Jesus was getting what was coming to him or jeered. They were jeering just like the Romans who'd placed the Crown of Thorns upon His head.
Some of those who stood by when they heard it, said "Look, He is calling for Elijah!" Then someone ran and filled a sponge full of sour wine, put it on a reed, and offered it to Him to drink, saying, "Let Him alone; let us see if Elijah will come and take Him down."
Jesus felt the movement and heard a blurring of voices. He could almost see something being offered to Him. Jesus felt his breath grow shallow, his eyesight dim, and almost felt as if the blood in his veins was going cold.
'Father, I have completed my task. I will join you in Paradise shortly.' Jesus Christ thought and battled to stay alive just a few more minutes.
'They will thank me once it is finished,' Jesus mused to himself. Jesus said almost inaudibly, "Forgive me them Father, for they know not what they do."
Jesus cried out and breathed His last. The temple split in two, the ground shook. It was a testament to God's anguish of losing His only Son. Everyone stood still in shock. Jesus, the great healer and teacher, was dead. He was gone.