Umbrage
A/N: This is my first Left Behind fic; yay! I'm only on the sixth book (Assassins), so please don't go crazy on me if some information is incorrect.
Hattie is, aside from Carpathia and Leon, my least-favorite character. I'm not really sure why I'm writing a fanfiction about her, seeing as I despise her and cannot identify with her feelings about religion at all. Nevertheless, I am, and I hope it doesn't suck. This is set at the time when the "insects" were plaguing the nonbelievers. Enjoy.
Umbrage
She was a pale, ghostly creature then; her eyes were bloodshot and sunken, which she was sure gave her an utterly horrific appearance. Her clothes were in tatters, but she refused to change them. She was starving to death, but, again and again, she refused her body the nourishment it so desperately craved. And, she knew, she was also starving spiritually. Time and time again, though, she refused Him. And oh, what a sinner she was.
She contemplated it every so often, cradling the stolen knife like a baby. This was her salvation; the red blood flowing from an experimental cut looked an awful lot like redemption. It trickled in a river down her arm, and oh, how it was drowning her… But oh, she still felt so lost…
She believed; there was no other possible explanation. It took a bit too long and she asked too few questions and didn't think on it nearly enough, but it eventually did happen. But…
She wasn't worthy. She would never be worthy. Water turned to blood at her touch; "if you're not with us, you're against us". She was the enemy. And her tears turned to blood…she was drowning in it…she was crucified…
She was unworthy. And she would make sure that Nicolae, no matter the personal sacrifice, would pay for this. And she left.
(End)