Tobias Weiss.

Chapter 16

                     © 2013 by tore56789 (GOS) All rights reserved.

                            South America, Brazil, the same day.

In the Pantanal, a primitive village, tricked as if out of time, slept sound?  It was the early hours of a Sunday morning.  A child turned innocently in dreams, in the simple lean to dwelling next to his brother and sister, and his mother and father, sleeping a little way off.  The sounds of the night were the sounds of jungle and wetland, creatures, silent during the day, crying out loudly, horrifically from time to time, at night –as if the dark made them more brazen. 

It was probably really just the renewal, recycling of the jungle, the wetland, as smaller animals became prey to larger, and these eerie cries were no doubt just the death rattles, last throngs of some animal’s meal.

The girl beside the boy stirred.  She brushed her long course jet black hair back from her ear, as she rested practically naked.  She sensed something wasn’t right, with the sound of the things –which flashed like dying to bright flames across the sky.  Things she knew came from outside their world.

Things the wise elders said were gods travelling on their red roads across from one part of the heavens to the other.  Roads they mentioned, mere mortals such as they, could never walk, or dare to ever expect to come to their world.

What stirred the little girl was getting louder.  A noise that usually passed like far off thunder, as a god passed overhead, which normally grew fainter and fainter, till it was heard no more.

The girl stirred her brother.  Jumping up alert to the sound, he shook his older brother, with the word which would translate to in English, “God.”  Which he repeated over and over, shaking him? When the teenager awoke from his baby brother’s efforts, he set on arousing his parents, with the same words, his little brother had previously used.

Leaving them, in the lean to, the seven year old girl walked outside, a little sleepily.  Her little budding breasts showing, her bottom covered with a simple loincloth.  She turned her eyes to the sky.  As others did, who had similarly gathered, alerted to this amazing moment.  When her brother joined her, followed by her older brother, she was pointing proudly at the dark sky, and saying aloud, “God comes to us!  God comes to us!” Her other two brothers smiled, and nodded, in response!

What they were looking at was a large commercial airliner from Paris, which having lost all fuel was now falling like a stone towards their village.  Earlier, the captain had set it to autopilot, when it reached its appointed cruising altitude.  And had assumed the late night flight out of Paris was going to be a nice smooth one on to Lisbon, as the weather said there was going to be no surprises.   That was before the dooms day weapon had been used.  All the plane now held were corpses, some smiling, some sad; as their expressions held their last thoughts before death hit?  Now a lifeless captain, eyes open, with a laughing expression on his face –as the co-pilot had told him a funny joke before it all happened, looked on sightlessly, as jungle and people holding fiery lamps to welcome the god, grew closer by the moment.

Soon these simply people would know the truth about that which they accepted was from the place of their gods.  It was strange, when millions died around the world, these people stayed ignorant to death.  But now were to be included in the great taking of life, simply because the jets trajectory just happened to point in the direction of their village.  The elders had been wrong, the little girl thought, smiling, looking up at the god growing bigger and bigger, and noisier, and noisier, the gods did want to come to their world.

 In the distance, animals chattered crazily, as if a sixth sense warned them of an impending doom.

The plane falling out of the sky, would only be one of many, bringing farther death from the heavens on that Saturday, as they crashed into the sea, killing fishermen, plummeted into buildings.  It seemed man’s own ingenuity was to even after the dooms day weapon’s usage, to reap farther death to those who thought they had been previously spared, by God’s intervention.