Run Noah, Run...
That was what the voice was telling me to do. Genny always causes problems. Genesis. That was her full name.
But the maliks had not let mother call her that and decided Genny was a better choice.
Quickly I flee from the cottage and run straight for the forest. Somehow I feel as if my answers lie there.
My gosh Genesis.
I don't shout her name out, something just gives me the sense not to.
The woods are dark, so dark that I find myself bumping into a tree every minute.The cool air hurts my lungs and it's so hard to breathe.
Genesis where are you?
Tell me where you are, give me a clue. Do not go with Lucas.
Lucas that imaginary friend that she has I know he's the source of these. Don't follow him Genny. Be smart little sister.
You can not have her Lucas. I try to tell whatever thing or spirit demon controlling her. I see her she's walking slowly walking to something but I can't tell what.
Run...
I hear the voice tell me again.
I'm petrified for Genny's sake but I'm even more scared that she'll end up somewhere in the maliks's territory.
Lucas...let go of her.
The wind viciously picks up speed.
What do I do? Think Noah. Voice or whatever you are, help me? I call out to the thing that's been bothering me most.
I continue running.
Nothing.
The voice gives no answer.
Come on speak to me...
Say something.....
I need your help!
Speak!
I need to find my sister!
And that's the biggest mistake I will ever make.
"Ow!"
I'm hit hard in the chest. It strikes me down sending me crashing to the ground.
I lay unconscious.
...
Somewhere in the distance the screams grow louder.
And louder.
The sounds screeching, hurting my ears. Like...like demons.
Sounds of torture and fights. Diseases and death.
The black death.
The plague.
Cancer.
Aids.
Pathogen.
Obesity.
Anorexia.
Crohn.
Autism.
Dementia.
Depression.
Lupus.
ADHD.
Asthma.
Diabetes.
Lymphoma.
Bipolar disorder.
Coronary heart disease.
Cannibalism.
Tourette syndrome.
These things scream out at me.
Crying. Yelling. Dying.
But they love it...
Stop it!
...
Silence. Everything is still. Everything is calm. My eyes slowly shut. Slowly...sleep.
Sleep Noah...sleep.So we can eat.
I know this isn't the voice that protects me but this voice is powerful. Strong.
I'm not scared but I'm not safe either.
"Psalms...psalms 2 verse 1...For..
-no that's not it' ..why do the....."
Come on Noah you know this. Just repeat the verse. Don't let the screams take over.
The screams are gone but somewhere in the distance I hear laughing. It rises slowly. The laughing of not yet a woman but not a man's either. Just laughing. Sinister laughing.
"Why do the..."
They laugh harder, mocking me. It's many voices in one..taking over..possessing.
They laugh at me.
"Why do the nations rage so and the people mediate a vain thing..."
I don't know the rest...I'm confused..I'm lost.
I've fallen.
"Please protect me."
Sleep Noah...
I can't help but do so.
..........
"I'm in the lake Noah...help me."
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Rapture
RandomI know that I know his voice, but from where?" I know Him. "The one they worship with the goat." I tell Him. "And you believe that's God?" "No." .... I cover my eyes he's light almost blinding me... then recognize the voice. ...."Abba?"
