Halfway Between Heaven and Hell
AN: Incase you're wondering, black eyes are a sign that people are being possessed. That's why Isaac's eyes turned black in Chapter 4.
"With thy giver of my word as thy vessel. Mine child shall be concieved in the womb of an Unbeliever... And he shall rise up and smite the unholy of this world..." - He Who Walks Behind the Rows
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Esther gently tapped on the door of Joseph's room. He had been in there ever since he and the others had gotten back from the cornfield. Esther, like the others, was getting concerned about him.
"Who is it?" Joseph's voice called from beyond the door.
"It's me. Esther. Can I come in?" She replied.
There was a pause... "Yes."
Esther went in and closed the door behind her. Joseph sat on his bed in the darkness. He had a knife, it gleamed as he kept turning it over in his hand. Esther went across the room and stood by the side of the bed.
"Sit down." Joseph said distractedly, not even looking at her. Instead, he stared down at knife in his hand.
Esther sat on the edge of the bed and finally he looked up at her,
"What do you want, Esther?" He asked.
"To see if you're all right. You've been up in your room ever since we got back from the cornfield. I... We were getting worried you."
"Well, you can tell the others that I'm fine." Joseph snapped back.
"Why are you so angry?" Esther asked. But she already knew the answer.
"Because Rebekah's betrayed us, that's why." Hurt replaced the anger in his voice. Esther felt sorry for him, Rebekah had been someone Joseph had looked up at. "Why would she done that to us? She was our leader... and I trusted her."
"We all trusted her, Joseph. She was a good leader." Esther told him.
"I just don't understand... Why she would do it, Esther."
"Maybe... Maybe she had a good reason."
"Yeah, maybe she just gave up on us..." Joseph said miserably.
"Joseph... You'd never abandon us, would you?" Esther asked, a hint of fear in her voice.
Joseph turned to Esther, smiling,
"No way!"
"Good!" Esther smiled back and laid her head on Joseph's shoulder, who, in turn wrapped his arm around her. Joseph looked down at the small, thin girl with wild light brown hair,
"Why did you volunteer to go rescue Rebekah even when you were scared?"
"Because I'd follow you anywhere, Joseph." Came the soft reply.
"Would you ever stop following me?"
"No, Joseph."
There was a short silence before Joseph chuckled, smirking as he said,
"That's because you have a crush on me!"
"I do not!" Esther cried indignantly and shoved him away from her so he fell back on the bed. "I do not!"
She pounced on top of him as he began laughing.
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Isaac stood in the heart of the cornfield. Topless, he knelt down. In his hand, he gripped a ceremonial-looking knife, its blade glinting in the bright sunlight. He brought the knife to his bare chest.
Wincing as the blade cut into his flesh, Isaac drew a symbol upon his chest. It had the same likeness to the one, children carved into themselves on their nineteenth birthday before they joined He Who Walks Behind the Rows.
As dark blood spilled down from the cuts... Isaac threw his arms and head up to the heavens.
"I have done as He asks of me for I am His faithful servant, the giver of His word and laws. Now I join Him in my body, blood, soul and heart, so that His child may be concieved in the womb of the Unbeliever, of the strongest blood, I have brought to Him. So that His prophecy will be fulfilled and his child walk the earth and smite that of the unholy..!"
Isaac screams shattered the silence of cornfield like glass... Slowly his eyes turned black... He was thrown forward, hit from an invisible forced...
A cruel, evil laughter echoed through the cornfield... Isaac raised his head, grinning...
"... It begins..." Isaac spoke in a harsh, loud, un-humanly voice... The voice of He Who Walks Behind the Rows...
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Ooo suspense!
AN: Incase you're wondering, black eyes are a sign that people are being possessed. That's why Isaac's eyes turned black in Chapter 4.
"With thy giver of my word as thy vessel. Mine child shall be concieved in the womb of an Unbeliever... And he shall rise up and smite the unholy of this world..." - He Who Walks Behind the Rows
~
Esther gently tapped on the door of Joseph's room. He had been in there ever since he and the others had gotten back from the cornfield. Esther, like the others, was getting concerned about him.
"Who is it?" Joseph's voice called from beyond the door.
"It's me. Esther. Can I come in?" She replied.
There was a pause... "Yes."
Esther went in and closed the door behind her. Joseph sat on his bed in the darkness. He had a knife, it gleamed as he kept turning it over in his hand. Esther went across the room and stood by the side of the bed.
"Sit down." Joseph said distractedly, not even looking at her. Instead, he stared down at knife in his hand.
Esther sat on the edge of the bed and finally he looked up at her,
"What do you want, Esther?" He asked.
"To see if you're all right. You've been up in your room ever since we got back from the cornfield. I... We were getting worried you."
"Well, you can tell the others that I'm fine." Joseph snapped back.
"Why are you so angry?" Esther asked. But she already knew the answer.
"Because Rebekah's betrayed us, that's why." Hurt replaced the anger in his voice. Esther felt sorry for him, Rebekah had been someone Joseph had looked up at. "Why would she done that to us? She was our leader... and I trusted her."
"We all trusted her, Joseph. She was a good leader." Esther told him.
"I just don't understand... Why she would do it, Esther."
"Maybe... Maybe she had a good reason."
"Yeah, maybe she just gave up on us..." Joseph said miserably.
"Joseph... You'd never abandon us, would you?" Esther asked, a hint of fear in her voice.
Joseph turned to Esther, smiling,
"No way!"
"Good!" Esther smiled back and laid her head on Joseph's shoulder, who, in turn wrapped his arm around her. Joseph looked down at the small, thin girl with wild light brown hair,
"Why did you volunteer to go rescue Rebekah even when you were scared?"
"Because I'd follow you anywhere, Joseph." Came the soft reply.
"Would you ever stop following me?"
"No, Joseph."
There was a short silence before Joseph chuckled, smirking as he said,
"That's because you have a crush on me!"
"I do not!" Esther cried indignantly and shoved him away from her so he fell back on the bed. "I do not!"
She pounced on top of him as he began laughing.
~
Isaac stood in the heart of the cornfield. Topless, he knelt down. In his hand, he gripped a ceremonial-looking knife, its blade glinting in the bright sunlight. He brought the knife to his bare chest.
Wincing as the blade cut into his flesh, Isaac drew a symbol upon his chest. It had the same likeness to the one, children carved into themselves on their nineteenth birthday before they joined He Who Walks Behind the Rows.
As dark blood spilled down from the cuts... Isaac threw his arms and head up to the heavens.
"I have done as He asks of me for I am His faithful servant, the giver of His word and laws. Now I join Him in my body, blood, soul and heart, so that His child may be concieved in the womb of the Unbeliever, of the strongest blood, I have brought to Him. So that His prophecy will be fulfilled and his child walk the earth and smite that of the unholy..!"
Isaac screams shattered the silence of cornfield like glass... Slowly his eyes turned black... He was thrown forward, hit from an invisible forced...
A cruel, evil laughter echoed through the cornfield... Isaac raised his head, grinning...
"... It begins..." Isaac spoke in a harsh, loud, un-humanly voice... The voice of He Who Walks Behind the Rows...
~
Ooo suspense!