Left Behind Kids Fanfics

So Many Fallen

It wasn't her. No, it had to be the little-miss-perfect-in-every-way that every man went for. Judd did not love Nada. Instead, he loved Vicki Elizabeth Byrne.

And Nada was upset. Not because he loved Vicki - the sweet, beautiful, Christlike, charismatic, patient, gentle, loving Vicki...okay, maybe she was a little jealous. But that wasn't why she was upset. Nada was angry at herself for believing a lie, a fairy tale that she would be swept off her feet by a man, that he would love her back, that she would live happily ever after.

The irony of it all made her laugh.

Here she was, not going to live ever after, let alone happily ever after. She was about to die. The man that had swept her off her feet was in love with someone else, and the fairy tale was so screwed up that she wanted to cry.

Nada, being her normal stubborn self, had decided to not keep Judd and Vicki apart, but instead, she had been arrested, beaten, verbally abused, and threatened by the Global Community. Judd, Lionel, and two other men - Conrad and Mark - had tried to rescue her and Natalie. Natalie had been an inside contact for believers from inside the GC. After being caught on video helping believers to escape, she herself had been imprisoned, and she refused to yield to the devil's advocates.

When the men came for a rescue, they had only managed to spring Natalie before the guards came running. The other men sent Judd with Natalie, promising to make it back to Wisconsin. Nada laughed bitterly, her face pressed between the cell bars. She knew it wasn't a promise that could be kept.

Nada paced her cell on the brink of insanity, and then she heard her saving grace: boot heels clacking against the linoleum floor.

A bulky man stopped in front of her cell and opened the door. "Judah-ite," the guard said, handcuffing her, "you ready to face the blade?"
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Mark leaned against the wall of his extremely uncomfortable and stuffy 7'4" cell he shared with Conrad and Lionel. He had looked for any way to escape. After he was first arrested, he rendered the guard unconscious, jumped out the already smashed window, and broke his leg upon impact. The prison doctors just gave him a tourniquet to help the bleeding. And as he kept thinking, every thought, every word came back to her. And he couldn't stop.

"I love her," he thought aloud.

Both Conrad and Lionel looked up. "Who?" Conrad asked, standing up.

Mark, still thinking, hadn't even heard Conrad's question. "Vicki. I love Vicki."

Conrad and Lionel exchanged glances.

Mark, realizing what he had just said and not thought, began explaining himself. "I know she loves Judd. I have known it since the first day I met them. And you'd think-" Mark shook his head and laughed bitterly. "You'd think I would respect that. It doesn't change anything. It doesn't mean that I am not in love with Vick. It doesn't matter that Judd is one of my best friends! If I see Vicki show a sliver of less love than she had for him before, I will gladly swoop in on my white horse and take her away." Mark scratched his ear. "But I know she won't. Which is why..." Mark clenched his jaw.

"Which is why you sent Judd on ahead instead of yourself," Lionel finished. "Because even if Judd did die, Vicki wouldn't look for another man to take his place. She would just wait until the Glorious Appearing."

Mark nodded.

Conrad placed a hand on Mark's shoulder. "I'm sorry, man." Conrad thought it was worse to be in love with someone who was not in love with you than to love someone who was dead.  Of course, he refrained from saying it out loud because he knew it was not the little ray of sunshine Mark needed.