Halfway Between Heaven and Hell
"With thou giver of my word as thy vessel, mine child shall be conceived in the womb of an Unbeliever... And he shall rise up and smite the unholy of this world..."
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"With thou giver of my word as thy vessel..."
Rebekah lay naked in the cornfield with the harvest moon glowing in the dark sky above and the howling wind...
"Mine child shall be conceived...'
Corn stalks came to life, wrapping around her arms, legs and neck, holding her down...
"... In the womb of an Unbeliever..."
She looked up into the smiling face of the Speaker, who stood over her.
Isaac!
"... And he shall rise up..."
Isaac ran a finger down her belly. Rebekah screamed in pain from his touch. A pain so unbearable she could hardly stand it.
She looked down at her belly, it began to grow, swelling, bulging...
There was something inside her. She could feel it. Moving... Clawing, scraping...
'... And smite the unholy of this world!' Isaac's voice was joined by another, a thunderous, horrible roaring voice...
And Rebekah screamed again as "something" exploded from her belly in a sea of blood...
Her blood...
Seeping out into the cornfield...
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Rebekah woke up screaming...
Sweat beaded down her face, as she took in deep, short furious gasps.
Tears spilled from wide, bloodshot eyes.
'Isaac!' She found herself screaming in desperation.
He stood at the altar, lighting candles amongst the ears of corn. He turned to her... smirking!
"Pleasant dreams, child?'
Rebekah shook with rage. If only she weren't tied up! If only! How dare he! But in the helpless position she was in, she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth until her head throbbed.
Isaac walked over to where she sat in the front row of the church. He stared at her,
She looked quite the mess actually...
Corn stalks braided through her tangled blonde hair, her ripped and torn white dress stained red and brown, blood stained bandages wrapped around the deep wounds on her shoulder and thigh with a bleeding lip, black eye and a nasty-looking bruise on her jaw from 'refusing to come quietly'. Malachi had been only too happy to inflict the punishment on her.
... For any constellation on her part, Malachi now had a very sore groin, not to mention suffering a stab wound on his thigh, a bruise on his shin and a damaged ego for getting his ass kicked by a girl.
Ha! That would teach him. He was getting far too arrogant for Isaac's liking.
Tears were still streaming down Rebekah's face when she opened her blue eyes only to meet Isaac's own dark ones.
'Had a nightmare, did you, child? I heard you screaming.' He said but he wasn't smiling any more.
"So." Was the best comeback Rebekah could come up with as lame as it was. 'It was just a bad dream. People have those, you know.'
"Yes and some people have visions of what's to be. Like your little friend, Sarah who has the 'sight'... Do you remember what I told you last night, child?"
"Yes." Rebekah said after awhile.
"And what did I say?" Isaac leaned forward, his gaze still locked with hers. He was smiling again. Rebekah fantasized how good it would feel to smash her fist into that smug little face of his, before answering,
"... That I was special, that 'He' had a big plan for me..."
"You dreamt about He, didn't you, Rebekah?" Isaac asked and Rebekah flinched as he reached out and caressed her face. "Answer me."
"... Yes..." Rebekah said, even softer than her low voice.
'Was I in this dream?"
"Yes."
"What was I doing, Rebekah?"
"You..." Rebekah closed her eyes as more tears began to flow. "You... touched... You ran your finger down my stomach."
"And what happened..?"
Rebekah cringed as Isaac's hand left her cheek and moved over her stomach...
'Don't do that!' She hissed, eyes flying open.
'Tell me what happened then, Rebekah!" Isaac's voice rose.
"My stomach... grew. There was something inside... inside of me. I could feel it."
Isaac nodded slowly, "Yes."
"You were speaking, Isaac, saying something... something about Him and an Unbeliever, about a baby and the giver of His word as vessel. That he will rise up and smite the unholy or something... I didn't understand it... Then 'it' came out of me... The 'thing' inside me..."
"With thou giver of my word as thy vessel. Mine child shall be conceived in the womb of an Unbeliever... And he shall rise up and smite the unholy..." Isaac spoke softly and Rebekah stared at his eyes, like endless dark pits.
They scared her... And so did his words...
~
"With thou giver of my word as thy vessel, mine child shall be conceived in the womb of an Unbeliever... And he shall rise up and smite the unholy of this world..."
~
"With thou giver of my word as thy vessel..."
Rebekah lay naked in the cornfield with the harvest moon glowing in the dark sky above and the howling wind...
"Mine child shall be conceived...'
Corn stalks came to life, wrapping around her arms, legs and neck, holding her down...
"... In the womb of an Unbeliever..."
She looked up into the smiling face of the Speaker, who stood over her.
Isaac!
"... And he shall rise up..."
Isaac ran a finger down her belly. Rebekah screamed in pain from his touch. A pain so unbearable she could hardly stand it.
She looked down at her belly, it began to grow, swelling, bulging...
There was something inside her. She could feel it. Moving... Clawing, scraping...
'... And smite the unholy of this world!' Isaac's voice was joined by another, a thunderous, horrible roaring voice...
And Rebekah screamed again as "something" exploded from her belly in a sea of blood...
Her blood...
Seeping out into the cornfield...
~
Rebekah woke up screaming...
Sweat beaded down her face, as she took in deep, short furious gasps.
Tears spilled from wide, bloodshot eyes.
'Isaac!' She found herself screaming in desperation.
He stood at the altar, lighting candles amongst the ears of corn. He turned to her... smirking!
"Pleasant dreams, child?'
Rebekah shook with rage. If only she weren't tied up! If only! How dare he! But in the helpless position she was in, she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth until her head throbbed.
Isaac walked over to where she sat in the front row of the church. He stared at her,
She looked quite the mess actually...
Corn stalks braided through her tangled blonde hair, her ripped and torn white dress stained red and brown, blood stained bandages wrapped around the deep wounds on her shoulder and thigh with a bleeding lip, black eye and a nasty-looking bruise on her jaw from 'refusing to come quietly'. Malachi had been only too happy to inflict the punishment on her.
... For any constellation on her part, Malachi now had a very sore groin, not to mention suffering a stab wound on his thigh, a bruise on his shin and a damaged ego for getting his ass kicked by a girl.
Ha! That would teach him. He was getting far too arrogant for Isaac's liking.
Tears were still streaming down Rebekah's face when she opened her blue eyes only to meet Isaac's own dark ones.
'Had a nightmare, did you, child? I heard you screaming.' He said but he wasn't smiling any more.
"So." Was the best comeback Rebekah could come up with as lame as it was. 'It was just a bad dream. People have those, you know.'
"Yes and some people have visions of what's to be. Like your little friend, Sarah who has the 'sight'... Do you remember what I told you last night, child?"
"Yes." Rebekah said after awhile.
"And what did I say?" Isaac leaned forward, his gaze still locked with hers. He was smiling again. Rebekah fantasized how good it would feel to smash her fist into that smug little face of his, before answering,
"... That I was special, that 'He' had a big plan for me..."
"You dreamt about He, didn't you, Rebekah?" Isaac asked and Rebekah flinched as he reached out and caressed her face. "Answer me."
"... Yes..." Rebekah said, even softer than her low voice.
'Was I in this dream?"
"Yes."
"What was I doing, Rebekah?"
"You..." Rebekah closed her eyes as more tears began to flow. "You... touched... You ran your finger down my stomach."
"And what happened..?"
Rebekah cringed as Isaac's hand left her cheek and moved over her stomach...
'Don't do that!' She hissed, eyes flying open.
'Tell me what happened then, Rebekah!" Isaac's voice rose.
"My stomach... grew. There was something inside... inside of me. I could feel it."
Isaac nodded slowly, "Yes."
"You were speaking, Isaac, saying something... something about Him and an Unbeliever, about a baby and the giver of His word as vessel. That he will rise up and smite the unholy or something... I didn't understand it... Then 'it' came out of me... The 'thing' inside me..."
"With thou giver of my word as thy vessel. Mine child shall be conceived in the womb of an Unbeliever... And he shall rise up and smite the unholy..." Isaac spoke softly and Rebekah stared at his eyes, like endless dark pits.
They scared her... And so did his words...
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