Rebirth

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"The police station inbetween 78th and 80th had a huge gun fight inside," the news reported, "only one man survived the fight. His name is Bruce Jamison. We'll put him on now."

Angie sat on the couch, her eyes wide-open. Her pupils tight and small.

The scene cut to Bruce, standing infront of the police station.

"He killed us all," Bruce sobbed, "he killed every single one of us. We shot him, again and again. He didn't stay down. No. . .he just. . .got back up and fired more. This man. . .he is the devil."

Angie turned off the TV, and dropped the remote. Her jaw dropped, and her arm began shaking. She couldn't believe what she had just heard.

The door opened, and Andy entered into the room. Angie twirled her head to him, and stood up.

"What happened?!" Angie asked, tears swelling into her eyes.

Andy collapsed on his knees, and looked down at the carpet.

"Those guys," he panted, looking up, "and killed them all. I. . .he killed an Angel."

Angie had a face of confusion. "Angels?" She asked.

"Heaven and Hell are after me, Angie. . ." Andy confessed.

Angie took a step back and asked, "You weren't lying. . .you. . .you were reborn?"

Andy nodded his head, and tried to stand up. The bullet wound ached, causing Andy to collapse.

Angie spotted the blood oozing out of the black pants, creating a dark red stain.

Andy was on the bed, his pants pitched up on his knees. Angie finished wrapping the cloth around the bullet wound and said, "You're going to need a doctor, Andy."

Andy shook his head in disagreement and sighed, "Angie we need to talk."

Angie stood up and sat beside Andy. Andy turned his head to her and said, "You have to leave. I can't keep you safe, Angie. They are definitely not going after you, that's for sure. You still have a chance. Even though I don't. . .you do!"

Angie stared into Andy's eyes, beginning to shake. "You can't just leave me like this!" She protested.

Andy sighed and replied, "I don't know where you can go. . .but it can't be here. They are going to come for me, Angie. They are going to kill me, no matter where I hide. So I will hide here, alone."

Angie stood up from the bed, tears roaming down her face. She sniffled, and balled her hands into strong fists.

She blurted out another sniffle, and then marched to the door. She turned to Andy and said, "Hope you enjoy your last few hours. . ." She left the room, slamming the door.

Andy turned his head down to his lap, and buried his face into his hands. He began sobbing. A deep act of sobbing, the one a man squeals out before his end of suffering.

An hour had passed. Andy was sitting on the couch, staring blankly into the powered-off TV. Just an empty black screen, reflecting off the room. In the reflection, Andy spotted the door to the study room.

"Did I have any other notes?" Andy asked, standing up. He entered into the study room, and immediately look out into the window. The sun was setting, for the moon to arrive soon.

He turned to the desk, and saw the journal on it. It was open, at the same spot as before, in the middle of Isaac's personal life.

"Suprised Angie didn't find this. . ." Andy said to himself, skipping through the pages of familiar memories.

After the section of Isaac's life, there were just a few more notes about population overgrowth and how it happens because of Rebirth.

Andy still skipped through the pages, until he found one last section.

"Alexandra's life." One page said in bold words. Andy stood still for a minute, before turning the page.

"Alexandra also believed in Rebirth," the section began, "she planned to prove that it was true with me. However lately, I doubt she will do it now. She has a husband, and she is already six months pregnant. Killing herself to prove such a small thing that can't even be true, is useless at this point."

Andy looked at the other page.

"Yet, I am still going to write down her life just incase. You never know, right? Mostly i'll write down major events from her life, since I can't write down every single detail like I did with mine. So, onto and forth, let's go."

Andy looked up, and out the widow. He was speechless, only able to blurt out, "Wait. . ."

Andy turned on the old computer. He got onto the internet, and logged into the old E-mail account of Isaac.

Andy clicked on the "sent" folder, and saw the latest message sent 20 years ago. Andy clicked on the message.

It was Isaac, explaining to Alexandra that he has to prove rebirth is true.

"I will die today. I understand. However, it will only increase our progress to answering this question!" Was the most noticeable part from the e-mail.

"If you want. . .try to prove it yourself whenever you'd like."

Andy threw the journal inside the backpack from the closet. He zipped it close, and placed both straps on his shoulders.

Andy took a breath, and looked at the small box on the couch. The small box from the closet.

He opened it, and then pulled out the pistol. He ejected the magazine out, and checked it. Filled with bullets.

He inserted the magazine into the pistol, and placed the pistol in his pants.

Andy exited down to the lobby, where Isabella looked up from her usual magazine.

"Why hello there. Up to anything soon?" Isabella asked Andy.

Andy turned to her, and lifted a soft smile.

"No," he shook his head, "not really. Just going to go for a walk."

"This late?" Isabella asked.

"Yeah, haha. I'll um. . .be back later." Andy said, turning away from Isabella.

Angie was sitting on the sand. The cold air had cooled it down, creating a relaxing feeling on her feet.

The sounds of the waves was calming, but nothing could fix Angie. She had no home, and no family to go to.

"Why?" She asked, looking up into the numerous stars that were beginning to appear. They glew brighter, as if responding in a sign.

"That won't help me. . ." She sighed.