Between Heaven and Hell
AN: Sorry it took so long to update and it's so damn short! I've got writer's block! *pulls at hair* God, I hate it!!! Anyway, enjoy, I promise more soon!
"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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It hurt too much to cry. It hurt too much to scream. It hurt too much to move...
Rebekah stared blankly into oblivion with glassy bloodshot eyes... A hand over her bulging stomach.
It was moving. She could feel it inside her. A evil, a terrible, horrible evil, that was now apart of her. Growing rapidly inside her...
The prophecy was fulfilled... Rebekah was carrying the son of He Who Walks Behind the Rows...
She painfully rolled onto her side and curled up, fingers still stroking the flesh of pregnant belly.
Where was Isaac?
Who cares! Her mind screamed at her, making her head sear in agony, Run! Get up and run! Get out of the cornfield!
No, it hurts too much...
GET UP! GET UP AND RUN!
Rebekah reached over and grabbed the remains of her dress. Pulling it around her, she forced herself up, despite the unbearable pain it caused on her body. She stood slowly on trembling legs.
RUN!
Painfully and stumbling, Rebekah ran through the cornfields, towards her house... Unaware of the dark brown eyes watching her through the cornstalks.
He Who Walks Behind the Rows had left his disciple's body. Isaac was back in control. He smiled coldly, unconcerned of the fleeing girl. He turned and made his way through the corn, back to the church.
There was no place she could run. It was apart of her now...
~
Rebekah collapsed on the steps of the house, her body racking with dry sobs.
"Rebekah!"
She looked up to Noah standing in the doorway.
AN: Sorry it took so long to update and it's so damn short! I've got writer's block! *pulls at hair* God, I hate it!!! Anyway, enjoy, I promise more soon!
"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
~
It hurt too much to cry. It hurt too much to scream. It hurt too much to move...
Rebekah stared blankly into oblivion with glassy bloodshot eyes... A hand over her bulging stomach.
It was moving. She could feel it inside her. A evil, a terrible, horrible evil, that was now apart of her. Growing rapidly inside her...
The prophecy was fulfilled... Rebekah was carrying the son of He Who Walks Behind the Rows...
She painfully rolled onto her side and curled up, fingers still stroking the flesh of pregnant belly.
Where was Isaac?
Who cares! Her mind screamed at her, making her head sear in agony, Run! Get up and run! Get out of the cornfield!
No, it hurts too much...
GET UP! GET UP AND RUN!
Rebekah reached over and grabbed the remains of her dress. Pulling it around her, she forced herself up, despite the unbearable pain it caused on her body. She stood slowly on trembling legs.
RUN!
Painfully and stumbling, Rebekah ran through the cornfields, towards her house... Unaware of the dark brown eyes watching her through the cornstalks.
He Who Walks Behind the Rows had left his disciple's body. Isaac was back in control. He smiled coldly, unconcerned of the fleeing girl. He turned and made his way through the corn, back to the church.
There was no place she could run. It was apart of her now...
~
Rebekah collapsed on the steps of the house, her body racking with dry sobs.
"Rebekah!"
She looked up to Noah standing in the doorway.