OT: George's undoing, this chapter? Maybe. Now, we are starting to get
into the Revelation prophecy and the signs of the end times. R/R Please!
Chapter five coming....now.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kyle Taylor processed a dark black blur in his field of vision. Through a quick process of elimination, he realized that he had been staring at a tiny wisp of his hair for the past half-hour. He was now sitting in his parents' bedroom. When he had gone to college and then into business with his friend, he had never ever gone to visit his parents. Now, he just wished he could talk with his parents. See what they were up to. That was impossible now because for some reason people were disappearing left and right. For reasons, he couldn't say why.
Now, Kyle found himself alone. It was nothing new to him, actually. He had been on his own since he was nineteen, but the feeling of knowing that if anything got really bad happened, his parents would be there. Well, it was a comfort. The feeling of that being gone overwhelmed him.
He glanced once more at his parents' bed. He noticed something on his mother's nightgown that looked like a cross. He scooted closer to the bed and picked up the necklace. It was true that a cross was hanging on the gold chain. He had no idea that his parents were Christian. He looked to his father's pajamas and found a What Would Jesus Do bracelet. What?, he thought, They never told me that they were Christians. He looked in the drawer and found a Bible that looked to be read several times. He found a bookmark inside that had a prayer list on it. It read:
Prayer List 2. Help my husband and I grow in faith. 3. Help us to read our Bible every night. 4. Help us to pray every night 5. Help us to have the courage to share the faith wherever we go. 6. Be with the prayer requests mentioned at church. 7. Help us to attend church faithfully. 8. Give us the words to witness to Kyle and tell him that we have become Christians.
Tim Hamilton looked into the eyes of a madman. He was grinning from ear to ear. He had been held hostage through the night. Tim was still looking for answers for what had happened tonight. Even though, Tim was shaken by what had happened, he knew no one that had disappeared yet. That sliver of doubt held in the back of Tim's mind kept him anxious. George plainly had gone over the edge, though. He had listened to George tell his life story from practically birth. The more he heard, the more he was mollified by the man. He preferred George's ramblings to the silence. The sickening, deafening silence. Tim felt like he could be killed any minute. He had never felt so much fear.
Tim sat in wait as George's handgun was trained on him. He had thought of about every plan imaginable to get out of this situation but he couldn't come up with a plan that was possible to work. Then, the answer was given to him.
As if an unbelievable stroke of luck, the people in the church finally gathered enough courage to come out and see what happened.
"Sir? " The older man was instantly silenced by George's handgun but this gave Tim the perfect opportunity. In the seconds that George's concentration was not on Tim, he formed a plan.
"Get back in the church!" George yelled.
The people seemed shocked in fear.
"Did you hear me? Get back in the church NOW!"
Tim baseball slid towards George and tripped him with his legs. As George fell, he shot wildly into the air. Tim had thought of stripping him of his weapon, but that would take too much time and he might not get out alive. So, he ran. He ran for his life, not looking back. Then, he heard more shots. Unfortunately, one struck the gas tank of the running car.
Lucy Chambers looked around, rubbing her head wound. Glancing back at the car, she felt horrible for leaving it, but there was no way that she could ever drive it in its condition. She had never seen a car in a worse one. The front and back fenders were torn off, the headlights were busted, driver's plate ripped off, a gaping hole in the roof where it had been hit by a strong tree branch, no doubt. Looking inside, you would find the whole part of the car with the dashboard, the radio, and the cigarette lighter, had been torn to pieces. Even with all these damages, if she still wanted to drive it, she couldn't because the gear shift had been ripped off. So, she walked around and around. Many times during the walk, she thought she would never find home. Then, she finally reached a clearing.
"I know this." She said, gasping for air from the walk, "This is the road that leads into the woods."
Then, she realized where she had been when she came to. She had been miles into the woods. She was dumbfounded. I can't believe I walked that far, she thought, I couldn't do this. Then, she realized that that prayer might have just been answered.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kyle Taylor processed a dark black blur in his field of vision. Through a quick process of elimination, he realized that he had been staring at a tiny wisp of his hair for the past half-hour. He was now sitting in his parents' bedroom. When he had gone to college and then into business with his friend, he had never ever gone to visit his parents. Now, he just wished he could talk with his parents. See what they were up to. That was impossible now because for some reason people were disappearing left and right. For reasons, he couldn't say why.
Now, Kyle found himself alone. It was nothing new to him, actually. He had been on his own since he was nineteen, but the feeling of knowing that if anything got really bad happened, his parents would be there. Well, it was a comfort. The feeling of that being gone overwhelmed him.
He glanced once more at his parents' bed. He noticed something on his mother's nightgown that looked like a cross. He scooted closer to the bed and picked up the necklace. It was true that a cross was hanging on the gold chain. He had no idea that his parents were Christian. He looked to his father's pajamas and found a What Would Jesus Do bracelet. What?, he thought, They never told me that they were Christians. He looked in the drawer and found a Bible that looked to be read several times. He found a bookmark inside that had a prayer list on it. It read:
Prayer List 2. Help my husband and I grow in faith. 3. Help us to read our Bible every night. 4. Help us to pray every night 5. Help us to have the courage to share the faith wherever we go. 6. Be with the prayer requests mentioned at church. 7. Help us to attend church faithfully. 8. Give us the words to witness to Kyle and tell him that we have become Christians.
Tim Hamilton looked into the eyes of a madman. He was grinning from ear to ear. He had been held hostage through the night. Tim was still looking for answers for what had happened tonight. Even though, Tim was shaken by what had happened, he knew no one that had disappeared yet. That sliver of doubt held in the back of Tim's mind kept him anxious. George plainly had gone over the edge, though. He had listened to George tell his life story from practically birth. The more he heard, the more he was mollified by the man. He preferred George's ramblings to the silence. The sickening, deafening silence. Tim felt like he could be killed any minute. He had never felt so much fear.
Tim sat in wait as George's handgun was trained on him. He had thought of about every plan imaginable to get out of this situation but he couldn't come up with a plan that was possible to work. Then, the answer was given to him.
As if an unbelievable stroke of luck, the people in the church finally gathered enough courage to come out and see what happened.
"Sir? " The older man was instantly silenced by George's handgun but this gave Tim the perfect opportunity. In the seconds that George's concentration was not on Tim, he formed a plan.
"Get back in the church!" George yelled.
The people seemed shocked in fear.
"Did you hear me? Get back in the church NOW!"
Tim baseball slid towards George and tripped him with his legs. As George fell, he shot wildly into the air. Tim had thought of stripping him of his weapon, but that would take too much time and he might not get out alive. So, he ran. He ran for his life, not looking back. Then, he heard more shots. Unfortunately, one struck the gas tank of the running car.
Lucy Chambers looked around, rubbing her head wound. Glancing back at the car, she felt horrible for leaving it, but there was no way that she could ever drive it in its condition. She had never seen a car in a worse one. The front and back fenders were torn off, the headlights were busted, driver's plate ripped off, a gaping hole in the roof where it had been hit by a strong tree branch, no doubt. Looking inside, you would find the whole part of the car with the dashboard, the radio, and the cigarette lighter, had been torn to pieces. Even with all these damages, if she still wanted to drive it, she couldn't because the gear shift had been ripped off. So, she walked around and around. Many times during the walk, she thought she would never find home. Then, she finally reached a clearing.
"I know this." She said, gasping for air from the walk, "This is the road that leads into the woods."
Then, she realized where she had been when she came to. She had been miles into the woods. She was dumbfounded. I can't believe I walked that far, she thought, I couldn't do this. Then, she realized that that prayer might have just been answered.