"No Nathaniel, oh no, Nathaniel"
George Wells/narrator POV:
as the parson strugles to get on his feet i suddenly heard shouting in the distance of the curch yard and i saw a young woman with a flashlight in her hands "nathaniel! nathaniel!" she shouted as if she were searching for someone. i started waving my arm at her to get her attention, until she see's us and started running over to us and she suddenly notices the parson "… oh my goodness nathaniel i saw the church burst into flames! are you alright?" she asked him as she attempts to offer him a hand to help him up, until he fearfully crawled away from her "don't touch me!" he demands as he was holding his cross in his hand as if he was warning her. she get confuse of what he was doing and behaving like this to her, even i was concerned of what was happening to him. the woman walked over to him "but its me beth your wife!" she said to him, but the parson gave her a suspicious glare "no your one of them!, a devil!" he shouted at her as he pointed at her while holding his cross, she started to speak again "but their not devils, their martians!" she informed him as he shook his head while trying to cover his ears, but i walked into the conversation between the two, i spoke to the parson first "yes! she's telling the truth, they came from mars not from god!" i said to him, until he stood up to his feet and he shouts "lies! i saw the devil sign!" he said, we got really confused of what he was talking about, there was a moment of silence but the woman spoke "what are you saying?" she asks as the parson points at the sky "the green flash in the sky! these demons were here all along, in our hearts and souls! just waiting for a sign from him and now they are destroying our world!" he said to us as we got confused of what he was talking about, i knew he was a religous man but was in a panic state, but his wife just stared for a moment until she finally spoke "he's delirious!" she said as they started to argue but i intervived the argument as i placed my hand on his sholder "now put yourself together! what good is religion when it fails you on calamity!" i said to him as he showed worried look on his face "it was i who failed? after all my promises, i can't help the people when they needed me?" he asked as he started questioning me of what he would've done to help other and his religion. i pated on his sholder to comfort him "take heart, we will have another chance again, and now we must leave here now!" i informed them as they nodded, the wife of the parson looked around her suronding until she spotted a building still intact "look a building still standing! come nathaniel quickly?" she says as she grabs his hand and start pointing at the building still standing, it was a flower shop. we took shelter in a flower store and black smoke spread heavily, then a new kind of fighting machine came across the city spraying jets of steam to turn the smoke into thick black dust! we had to wear gas masks to protect ourselves from the black dust, but protection came at a price, it was very hard to see in the mask, you can't see anyone or talk to anyone, but i know that the parson and his wife were still next to me but when your wearing a gas mask there's nobody. as the black dust slowly cleared, as the tripod started moving far from us and then there came a group of five metal hermit spiders scouting the area for survivors. the three of us knew we had to keep cover from being seen and kept very still as a statue, even though i couldn't hear a thing while i was wearing a gas mask, yet i started hearing muffling howls of the martian tripods as they marched by us.
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George Wells/narrator POV:
finally the black dust cleared, we took our masks off and we sat in the flower shop, but the parson's peeked into the winows from inside of the the window and spoke to herself "dear god help us!" she said as she sat there and started praying, then i notice the parson started speaking and mumbeling and then he shouted "the vice of the devil is here on our land!" he said as caught his wifes attention.
"Listen, do you hear them drawing near
In their search for the sinners?"
"Feeding on the power of our fear
And the evil within us?"
"Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread"
"When the demons arrive those alive would be better off dead!"
There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even some things worth dying for!
And if one man can stand tall
There must be hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
Once there was a time when I believed
Without hesitation
That the power of love and truth could conquer all
In the name of salvation
Tell me what kind of weapon is love when it comes to the fight?
And just how much protection is truth against all Satan's might?
There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even some things worth dying for
And if one man can stand tall
There must be some hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
George Wells/narrator POV:
the parsons wife walked over to him and does her best to comfort and calm him "nathaniel please calm down, it wasn't your fault that this happend? people loved you and trusted you! they had came here for help!" she said to him as he looked at her and started to speak "did i warn them that this would happen? Be on your guard, I said, for the evil just never rests! i told them exorcise the devil, but no they didn't listen, the demons inside them just grew and grew until Satan gave his signal and destroyed the world we knew!" he yelled, but knew if he keept on shouting i feared that we'll be found and captured or worse killed. so i came over to them and sat close to them and offeered the parsons wife support to comfort him, in fact deep inside i feel that there will be hope "please parson, just quiet down now, i know how much your religions ment so much to you, but their machines are just too strong to fight against, however i asure you if the martians are mortal they might have mortal weaknesses we will figure out a way to fight back!"
No Nathaniel, oh no, Nathaniel
No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life
There has to be a way that we can
Restore to life the love we used to know
(No) Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life
There has to be a way that we can
Restore to life the light that we have lost
Now darkness has descended on our land
And all your prayers cannot save us
Like fools we've let the devil take command
Of the souls that God gave us
To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter were led
When the demons arrive the survivors will envy the dead!
There must be something worth living for
(No, there is nothing!)
There must be something worth trying for
(I don't believe it's so!)
Even some things worth dying for
If just one man could stand tall
There would be some hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
George Wells/narrator POV:
there was moment of silence from the parson until he spoke "Forget about goodness and mercy, they're gone!" he said as he continued to mumble and speak to himself.
"Didn't I warn them?"
"Pray, I said!"
"Destroy the devil, I said!"
"They wouldn't listen! I could have saved the world!"
But now it's too late, too late!
No Nathaniel, oh no, Nathaniel
No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life
There has to be a way that we can
Restore to life the love we used to know
(No) Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life
There has to be a way that we can
Restore to life the light that we have lost
Nathaniel
No Nathaniel, oh no, Nathaniel
Nathaniel
No Nathaniel, No Nathaniel
oh no, Nathaniel
Nathaniel
George Wells/narrator POV:
as the parsons wife did her best to bring her dear husband, there was a flash of green light in the sky within the clouds and thats when i realized that it was a cylinder entering our atmousphere, but it seemed that it wasn't going to land on the remains of the church, it looks like its about to land right. . . thats when it filled my senses with alarm, i shouted to the couple "everyone take cover now!" i yelled as the cylinder was about to appeare i took cover in another room, but the parson stood there until his wife pushed him out of the way of the cylinder as it land on the ground, but it seemed to have skitted into the shop but it caused some damage and rubble. i shook the parson to check if he's still alive, so then i checked his pulse and there is indeed a pulse. the parson got on his feet and spoke with shock "Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house And we are underneath it, in the pit!" he said in fear as started praying again, then i notice something was missing, but it wasn't something. . . it was someone. . . the parsons wife! i looked around the remaining parts of the shop and started to look every part, but under the rubble, so i started digging from it. when the cylinder opened, the Martians spent the night making a new machine. It was a squat, metallic spider with huge, articulated claws with tentecles, But it, too, had a hood which a Martian sat inside, I watched it pursuing some people across a field, then It caught them nimbly and tossed them into a great metal basket upon its back. then i went back to digging in the rubble and notice there was an arm, kept on digging and dug the whole body from the rubble and i checked her for a pulse, then i checked her heart beat . . . there was nothing, the parsons wife sacrificed herself to save her husband from the cylinder. i heard the parson shouting and i went over to him and carried his wife's body, i felt sad for the poor woman, i knew i had to inform parson of his wife "parson?" i spoke as he turned his face to me and notice me carrying his wife "i'm sorry parson, she sacrificed her self for you." i informed him as he came over to me and started to hold her in his arms "Beth? . . . Beth! . . . She's dead!" he gasped in shock "it seems she must've got buried under the rubble when the cylinder landed . . . after she saved you." i said to him with sadness, the parson started screaming "Buried? Buried under the rubble! Why? . . . WHY?! Satan! Why did you take one of your own?" he exclaimed in agony with sadness.
There is a curse on Mankind
We may as well be resigned
To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man
(beth's voice: No Nathaniel)
No Nathaniel
(beth's voice: oh no, Nathaniel)
Nathaniel
(beth's voice: No Nathaniel)
No Nathaniel
(beth's voice: oh no, Nathaniel)
Nathaniel
George Wells/narrator POV:
As time passed in our dark and dusty prison The Parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts, His outcries invited death for us both - and yet, I pitied him.