OT: Wow, what a bumpy ride, so far. I know the George thing is a little
freaky and I promise to
wrap it up soon. R/R PLEASE!!
CHAPTER FOUR
Kyle made his way through the wreckage back to his car and revved up the engine. He flew down the streets.
I have to see it with my own eyes..I have to see if my parents are still here, he thought. He avoided everything he could finally making his way to their house. He let the car hit the doorsteps as he jumped out of the car with the engine still on. He ran through the house.
"Mom? Dad?" Kyle said, in desparation.
Sadly, he was met with udder silence. He became more afraid with every room he passed through. He went into his parents' bedroom, which he had been putting off. He looked and saw his mom's nightgown and his father's pajamas side by side on the bed. The television was still on now emitting a slow beeping sound as if symbolic to all the deaths he had just witnessed. Kyle fell to his knees and sobbed.
Tim Hamilton thought he would never be this afraid in his life. A virtual psycho aimed a gun at his face as he talked of his sick dreams.
"Have you ever dreamed like me?" George asked.
Tim stood silently.
"Dreamed of dying? Dreamed of some kind of accident being your doom?" he continued.
Tim didn't move a muscle.
"Not going to talk, huh? You must be one of those silent types.
Then, he looked at the gun.
"Oh, is this thing freaking you out?" he said, innocently.
All of a sudden, a sly grin came over his face.
"Good." He added.
George pointed the gun at his head.
"Are you afraid?"
Tim trembled, staring at the car.
"I'm not even a dog but I can smell your fear, boy." George said, "Don't worry it will be all over soon enough." Tim didn't even want to think of what he meant by that. He flinched as George sat down beside him moving the gun to various positions.
"I could be entertained by this little show for hours. I could use a little cheering up after what happened to me. All of my family and even my girlfriend disappeared. Sure, my family got on my nerves sometimes. Always treating me like trailer park trash. Always, trying to clean me up. Religious fanatics. Looking down on me for moving in with my girlfriend. Acted like it was sinful. We loved each other. Up until about last week, that is. Then, she started listening to those "Jesus freaks" as they call themselves. She started trying to change me. I told her I'm not as easily hypnotized as her. She got mad at me, telling me to listen to my parents. I walked out on her. I thought I never wanted to see her again until a few hours ago when she disappeared. I was thinking about it but now I know that I don't want to live. I'm not worth anything to anybody, not even to me. After my parents got into that cult of theirs, they hated me for not going along with everyone else. I use to think that a little alcohol would take all my problems away. Lately, that hasn't even been working. My family has taken everything from me so someone give me one good reason why I should live?" George said.
George got up.
"Well, at least now I won't go out alone, eh?" George said.
Lucy Chambers woke up, groggy. Her new car had been wrecked in a matter of seconds. Lucy winced as she felt the gash in her forehead. Lucy climbed to the back seat and pulled out a white first-aid kit from behind the driver's seat. She got out a bottle of alcohol and poured it on the cut. Lucy gritted her teeth under the pain. Then, she wrapped a rather crude bandage over her head. She would have to get to a doctor, she knew but how could she in the middle of the end of the world. She just hoped that it wasn't anything serious. After a quick analyze, Lucy reasoned that she had just had a mild concussion. This is new. I hardly even had cuts when I was a kid. I've never broken a bone in my life, she thought. She put her head in her hands and cried.
"It's happened," she said aloud to herself, "Just like Mom and Dad said. All the good people are gone and I'm left out."
Lucy got out of the car and kicked it in the fender causing it to fall. How could I have been so stupid?, she thought. She looked around her revealing woods and more woods. All around her were woods. Now, I have no idea where I am. How will I ever get home?, she thought. She got down on her knees.
"Well, God, if you're up there. I've never done this before. Just, please if you help me out of this, I will look into this being a Christian thing. Just please show me where to go. Amen."
CHAPTER FOUR
Kyle made his way through the wreckage back to his car and revved up the engine. He flew down the streets.
I have to see it with my own eyes..I have to see if my parents are still here, he thought. He avoided everything he could finally making his way to their house. He let the car hit the doorsteps as he jumped out of the car with the engine still on. He ran through the house.
"Mom? Dad?" Kyle said, in desparation.
Sadly, he was met with udder silence. He became more afraid with every room he passed through. He went into his parents' bedroom, which he had been putting off. He looked and saw his mom's nightgown and his father's pajamas side by side on the bed. The television was still on now emitting a slow beeping sound as if symbolic to all the deaths he had just witnessed. Kyle fell to his knees and sobbed.
Tim Hamilton thought he would never be this afraid in his life. A virtual psycho aimed a gun at his face as he talked of his sick dreams.
"Have you ever dreamed like me?" George asked.
Tim stood silently.
"Dreamed of dying? Dreamed of some kind of accident being your doom?" he continued.
Tim didn't move a muscle.
"Not going to talk, huh? You must be one of those silent types.
Then, he looked at the gun.
"Oh, is this thing freaking you out?" he said, innocently.
All of a sudden, a sly grin came over his face.
"Good." He added.
George pointed the gun at his head.
"Are you afraid?"
Tim trembled, staring at the car.
"I'm not even a dog but I can smell your fear, boy." George said, "Don't worry it will be all over soon enough." Tim didn't even want to think of what he meant by that. He flinched as George sat down beside him moving the gun to various positions.
"I could be entertained by this little show for hours. I could use a little cheering up after what happened to me. All of my family and even my girlfriend disappeared. Sure, my family got on my nerves sometimes. Always treating me like trailer park trash. Always, trying to clean me up. Religious fanatics. Looking down on me for moving in with my girlfriend. Acted like it was sinful. We loved each other. Up until about last week, that is. Then, she started listening to those "Jesus freaks" as they call themselves. She started trying to change me. I told her I'm not as easily hypnotized as her. She got mad at me, telling me to listen to my parents. I walked out on her. I thought I never wanted to see her again until a few hours ago when she disappeared. I was thinking about it but now I know that I don't want to live. I'm not worth anything to anybody, not even to me. After my parents got into that cult of theirs, they hated me for not going along with everyone else. I use to think that a little alcohol would take all my problems away. Lately, that hasn't even been working. My family has taken everything from me so someone give me one good reason why I should live?" George said.
George got up.
"Well, at least now I won't go out alone, eh?" George said.
Lucy Chambers woke up, groggy. Her new car had been wrecked in a matter of seconds. Lucy winced as she felt the gash in her forehead. Lucy climbed to the back seat and pulled out a white first-aid kit from behind the driver's seat. She got out a bottle of alcohol and poured it on the cut. Lucy gritted her teeth under the pain. Then, she wrapped a rather crude bandage over her head. She would have to get to a doctor, she knew but how could she in the middle of the end of the world. She just hoped that it wasn't anything serious. After a quick analyze, Lucy reasoned that she had just had a mild concussion. This is new. I hardly even had cuts when I was a kid. I've never broken a bone in my life, she thought. She put her head in her hands and cried.
"It's happened," she said aloud to herself, "Just like Mom and Dad said. All the good people are gone and I'm left out."
Lucy got out of the car and kicked it in the fender causing it to fall. How could I have been so stupid?, she thought. She looked around her revealing woods and more woods. All around her were woods. Now, I have no idea where I am. How will I ever get home?, she thought. She got down on her knees.
"Well, God, if you're up there. I've never done this before. Just, please if you help me out of this, I will look into this being a Christian thing. Just please show me where to go. Amen."