OT: WARNING: This is probably the most graphic chapter in the whole novel.
This is tear-jerking
stuff. Well, as I promised, Chapter 3 comes the Rapture.
CHAPTER THREE
Kyle yawned and looked around. Man, this place looks so empty at night, he thought. Kyle grabbed his coat and headed for the door when he was shocked by a serious of screams coming from outside.
"What the---" he said, in reaction to the noise.
Kyle dashed outside and almost got blindsided by a car flying off the road. Gosh, I could have sworn that there was no driver in there, he thought. A woman went up to Kyle, hysterical.
"Somebody took my baby! Somebody took my baby! You have to help me find him. He was ride here and he disappeared." She said.
"What?" Kyle said, in astonishment.
"My baby," she said, pointing to her car with a busted fender and about a million dollar's worth of damages spralled on the sidewalk, "He was in his car seat and now he's gone!!!!!!"
The lady slapped Kyle and held him by his collar.
"You took him! You did! Tell me where you took him!"
"Ma'am, calm down, okay? Everything will be all right. Now, maybe your husband had him the whole time and you just forgot." Kyle said, taking her hands off him.
"NO!!! HIS CLOTHES ARE RIGHT THERE! SOMEBODY TOOK HIM! TELL ME!" she said, reaffirming her grip.
"Ma'am, stay calm. I did not take your son!"
The lady shoved Kyle onto the pavement and ran crazily through the streets. Kyle spotted a man across the street, lying in a pool of his own blood. The mere look at him caused a tear touch his eyebrows. He felt compelled to go up to the man. He knelt beside him. He pulled the man's head up to reveal multiple wounds. The man looked cross-eyed at him.
"No...driver...he..he's gone. His clothes are.." He said.
"Stay calm. I'm calling 911." Kyle said, pulling out his cell phone only to get a busy signal. When he glanced at him again, he was lifeless.
"Oh, my gosh." Kyle choked out.
Kyle looked around to him to reveal more car crashes and people strung everywhere either dead or close to it. Kyle scratched his head. What's going on?, he thought.
He looked down the street and saw a man. He shot everywhere.
"THE END OF THE WORLD!?! THE END OF THE WORLD! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! THEY'RE NOT TAKING ME NEXT! THEY'RE NOT!" he said.
It was at that point that he directed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger. The sickening thud of his body hitting the pavement like dead meat reduced him to tears.
Tim Hamilton laid his basketball down as he heard people coming into the church. There was such loud noise outside. He ran to the entrance of the youth builder taking the steps downstairs two by two with anticipation. He came to the bottom and turned to see a mob of people, some hurting, some dying, all crying. One man stepped up.
"Can you give us answers?"
Tim shook his head.
"Answers to what?" Tim said.
"To the disappearances."
"Disappearances?"
"People have been disappearing. I thought that the church might have answers.
"Can..you..help.me? I was in a cab when it happened." A woman said, clutching her stomach and breathing deeply.
"What's happened?" Tim said, rushing past them outside.
He took one step outside and was stopped by a car still running. He looked inside and saw only clothes where the driver should have been. He walked around seeing nothing but debris and people dying all around. He walked up to the street and a man in a car got out and took a gun.
"STAND BACK! STAND BACK!" he said, pointing the gun towards him. His eyes firey with rage.
"Don't shoot!" he said, taking about 10 giant steps back.
"Tell me who took my girlfriend."
"What?" Tim choked out.
"Who took my girlfriend?"
"I.don't..know. What's going on here?"
"Wrong answer." The man said, loading the gun.
Tim barely ducked the first shot. He could literally feel the bullet graze his hair. He dashed behind the running car. The man fired shots wildly. Scared in fear as he hunched behind the car, he stole a glance at the clothes.
"What is going on?" he said, out loud.
He peeked at the man, reloading his gun for the second round. If I go into the church, he'll see me and I'm dead. What should I do? He's not giving up, he thought. The man caught him peeking thus Tim revealed his location. I'm a dead man, Tim thought. Tim had to think to breath. His air came in short gasps as he watched the man leisurely walk up to the car.
"You know, I always wondered what it would be like when you know you are about to die. I guess we can find out eh, buddy? My name is George. Let's get acquainted, shall we?" George said.
Lucy slapped the phone shut as her car took a jolt. The car behind her hit her. She looked in the rearview mirror to see that the car behind her had no driver. She looked closer in, stunned. Then, in the corner of her eye, she saw a car, bumbling through the forest at (she guessed) 60 MPH. It had no driver too! It hid the corner of the sidewalk and flew in mid-air landing on two cars in the street. On instinct, she put the car in reverse and turned right, driving through the woods avoiding trees as best as she can.
Her mind raced with questions. What was going on? Where did those people go? There were only clothes in the seats? Am I dreaming?
She finally reached daylight only to find cars sprawled everywhere. She didn't find the brakes in time. She hit the curb much in the same way as the massacre she just beheld and jumped two cars before landing in the middle of the third one. The whiplash affect sent her head into the back of the seat. The seat belt barely kept her from going through the windshield. The car continued. She drove as best as she could but Lucy was only subconscious. The car slid off the road many times. Through her slanted vision, she saw a blurred tree across the road. The car hit the tree with a smash and the limbs busted every fragment of glass in the windshield. Some glass cut various spots of Lucy's body. The car finally stopped.
CHAPTER THREE
Kyle yawned and looked around. Man, this place looks so empty at night, he thought. Kyle grabbed his coat and headed for the door when he was shocked by a serious of screams coming from outside.
"What the---" he said, in reaction to the noise.
Kyle dashed outside and almost got blindsided by a car flying off the road. Gosh, I could have sworn that there was no driver in there, he thought. A woman went up to Kyle, hysterical.
"Somebody took my baby! Somebody took my baby! You have to help me find him. He was ride here and he disappeared." She said.
"What?" Kyle said, in astonishment.
"My baby," she said, pointing to her car with a busted fender and about a million dollar's worth of damages spralled on the sidewalk, "He was in his car seat and now he's gone!!!!!!"
The lady slapped Kyle and held him by his collar.
"You took him! You did! Tell me where you took him!"
"Ma'am, calm down, okay? Everything will be all right. Now, maybe your husband had him the whole time and you just forgot." Kyle said, taking her hands off him.
"NO!!! HIS CLOTHES ARE RIGHT THERE! SOMEBODY TOOK HIM! TELL ME!" she said, reaffirming her grip.
"Ma'am, stay calm. I did not take your son!"
The lady shoved Kyle onto the pavement and ran crazily through the streets. Kyle spotted a man across the street, lying in a pool of his own blood. The mere look at him caused a tear touch his eyebrows. He felt compelled to go up to the man. He knelt beside him. He pulled the man's head up to reveal multiple wounds. The man looked cross-eyed at him.
"No...driver...he..he's gone. His clothes are.." He said.
"Stay calm. I'm calling 911." Kyle said, pulling out his cell phone only to get a busy signal. When he glanced at him again, he was lifeless.
"Oh, my gosh." Kyle choked out.
Kyle looked around to him to reveal more car crashes and people strung everywhere either dead or close to it. Kyle scratched his head. What's going on?, he thought.
He looked down the street and saw a man. He shot everywhere.
"THE END OF THE WORLD!?! THE END OF THE WORLD! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! THEY'RE NOT TAKING ME NEXT! THEY'RE NOT!" he said.
It was at that point that he directed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger. The sickening thud of his body hitting the pavement like dead meat reduced him to tears.
Tim Hamilton laid his basketball down as he heard people coming into the church. There was such loud noise outside. He ran to the entrance of the youth builder taking the steps downstairs two by two with anticipation. He came to the bottom and turned to see a mob of people, some hurting, some dying, all crying. One man stepped up.
"Can you give us answers?"
Tim shook his head.
"Answers to what?" Tim said.
"To the disappearances."
"Disappearances?"
"People have been disappearing. I thought that the church might have answers.
"Can..you..help.me? I was in a cab when it happened." A woman said, clutching her stomach and breathing deeply.
"What's happened?" Tim said, rushing past them outside.
He took one step outside and was stopped by a car still running. He looked inside and saw only clothes where the driver should have been. He walked around seeing nothing but debris and people dying all around. He walked up to the street and a man in a car got out and took a gun.
"STAND BACK! STAND BACK!" he said, pointing the gun towards him. His eyes firey with rage.
"Don't shoot!" he said, taking about 10 giant steps back.
"Tell me who took my girlfriend."
"What?" Tim choked out.
"Who took my girlfriend?"
"I.don't..know. What's going on here?"
"Wrong answer." The man said, loading the gun.
Tim barely ducked the first shot. He could literally feel the bullet graze his hair. He dashed behind the running car. The man fired shots wildly. Scared in fear as he hunched behind the car, he stole a glance at the clothes.
"What is going on?" he said, out loud.
He peeked at the man, reloading his gun for the second round. If I go into the church, he'll see me and I'm dead. What should I do? He's not giving up, he thought. The man caught him peeking thus Tim revealed his location. I'm a dead man, Tim thought. Tim had to think to breath. His air came in short gasps as he watched the man leisurely walk up to the car.
"You know, I always wondered what it would be like when you know you are about to die. I guess we can find out eh, buddy? My name is George. Let's get acquainted, shall we?" George said.
Lucy slapped the phone shut as her car took a jolt. The car behind her hit her. She looked in the rearview mirror to see that the car behind her had no driver. She looked closer in, stunned. Then, in the corner of her eye, she saw a car, bumbling through the forest at (she guessed) 60 MPH. It had no driver too! It hid the corner of the sidewalk and flew in mid-air landing on two cars in the street. On instinct, she put the car in reverse and turned right, driving through the woods avoiding trees as best as she can.
Her mind raced with questions. What was going on? Where did those people go? There were only clothes in the seats? Am I dreaming?
She finally reached daylight only to find cars sprawled everywhere. She didn't find the brakes in time. She hit the curb much in the same way as the massacre she just beheld and jumped two cars before landing in the middle of the third one. The whiplash affect sent her head into the back of the seat. The seat belt barely kept her from going through the windshield. The car continued. She drove as best as she could but Lucy was only subconscious. The car slid off the road many times. Through her slanted vision, she saw a blurred tree across the road. The car hit the tree with a smash and the limbs busted every fragment of glass in the windshield. Some glass cut various spots of Lucy's body. The car finally stopped.