Halfway Between Heaven and Hell
"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..."
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Rebekah had passed out in Isaac's arms. She had felt so helpless, confused, alone and afraid, his arms had been some form of protection against it all and she had blacked out...
She woke up with the sun beating down on her. Blinking her eyes furiously, she sat up from where she lay among the cornfields, groaning.
"Isaac." She called, squinting against the bright sunlight as she looked around for Isaac, who was nowhere to be seen. "Isaac..?"
She began to stand but there was a strain on her arms as if they were rooted to the spot.
"What the...?" Rebekah looked down and saw that corn stalks had been wrapped around her wrists as well as her ankles. "What's going on?!" Rebekah tugged her arms, trying to break free.
It was like to break away from chains cemented to the ground.
She tried pulling at her feet but it was just as hard as trying to break the cornstalk manacles around her wrists. After a few desperate attempts without success,
"Let go of me!" Rebekah screamed, struggling with her whole body but the cornstalks only seemed to tighten their grip. "Let go!"
Rebekah heard footsteps and looked up...
Infront of her, the cornstalks came to life and bent back on either side, revealing Isaac.
He strolled over to her, as he walked corn on either side also bent back as if they were bowing down before him.
He was topless and blood trickling down his chest from a strange carved marking upon it. He held a knife dripping red.
Rebekah met his gaze. His eyes were so dark... Darker than she had ever seen them... almost black.
"Isaac..?" His smile widened and he bent down before her,
"What do you wish of my disciple, girl?" It was not Isaac's voice. It was the voice from her dreams... It was He... He Who Walks Behind the Rows!
"Your... Your not Isaac." Rebekah whispered.
"True. I am using his body as my vessel. To cross over into the mortal realm, into this body. But my disciple is still with us, in my subconscious. He can hear you, child, for we are one...."
Rebekah flinched as Isaac/He reached out and caressed her cheek. Nails scraping down the side of her face,
"... Or will be... It will take some time to gain full possession of this body... When the harvest moon rises tonight, I shall be ready... So you, my dear, get to sit back and watch the show..."
Isaac/He stood up, turned around and walked over to a row of cornstalks,
"Oh, my children..." He closed his eyes, brushing his fingers against the stalks, "My beautiful, beautiful children..." He turned back to Rebekah, "And soon there shall be another..."
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Sorry it's so god-damn short! I'm not in a writing mood! Sorry guys! More soon k! ^_^;
"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..."
~
Rebekah had passed out in Isaac's arms. She had felt so helpless, confused, alone and afraid, his arms had been some form of protection against it all and she had blacked out...
She woke up with the sun beating down on her. Blinking her eyes furiously, she sat up from where she lay among the cornfields, groaning.
"Isaac." She called, squinting against the bright sunlight as she looked around for Isaac, who was nowhere to be seen. "Isaac..?"
She began to stand but there was a strain on her arms as if they were rooted to the spot.
"What the...?" Rebekah looked down and saw that corn stalks had been wrapped around her wrists as well as her ankles. "What's going on?!" Rebekah tugged her arms, trying to break free.
It was like to break away from chains cemented to the ground.
She tried pulling at her feet but it was just as hard as trying to break the cornstalk manacles around her wrists. After a few desperate attempts without success,
"Let go of me!" Rebekah screamed, struggling with her whole body but the cornstalks only seemed to tighten their grip. "Let go!"
Rebekah heard footsteps and looked up...
Infront of her, the cornstalks came to life and bent back on either side, revealing Isaac.
He strolled over to her, as he walked corn on either side also bent back as if they were bowing down before him.
He was topless and blood trickling down his chest from a strange carved marking upon it. He held a knife dripping red.
Rebekah met his gaze. His eyes were so dark... Darker than she had ever seen them... almost black.
"Isaac..?" His smile widened and he bent down before her,
"What do you wish of my disciple, girl?" It was not Isaac's voice. It was the voice from her dreams... It was He... He Who Walks Behind the Rows!
"Your... Your not Isaac." Rebekah whispered.
"True. I am using his body as my vessel. To cross over into the mortal realm, into this body. But my disciple is still with us, in my subconscious. He can hear you, child, for we are one...."
Rebekah flinched as Isaac/He reached out and caressed her cheek. Nails scraping down the side of her face,
"... Or will be... It will take some time to gain full possession of this body... When the harvest moon rises tonight, I shall be ready... So you, my dear, get to sit back and watch the show..."
Isaac/He stood up, turned around and walked over to a row of cornstalks,
"Oh, my children..." He closed his eyes, brushing his fingers against the stalks, "My beautiful, beautiful children..." He turned back to Rebekah, "And soon there shall be another..."
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Sorry it's so god-damn short! I'm not in a writing mood! Sorry guys! More soon k! ^_^;