Lost in Time

Prologue

I changed this whole story up, rewrote and edited. Sorry if you liked the first version <3

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"You Judge me. You Judge us. The things that we have done... that people say...that I'm crazy..."

"Your friends have been taken and tortured, and it's your fault. Was it worth it? Was it? When are you gonna realize that every problem cannot be solved with a bullet?"

"You want to be cleansed, Deputy?"

Joseph's words rang in his head.

A man in gray pants, white shirt, and army green jacket had his hands cuffed to a metal bed. The same American flag, the desk, the dresser, picture frames, the same etching.

He thinks of all the choices he has made. All the relationships he has created since he came back here. The bombs dropped and now everyone must all be dead. The image of the Sheriff through the truck's windshield, and both Hudson and Pratt dead in the back. Memories of John cutting the sin off Nick's chest, watching the Marshall shoot himself, and watching the bullet from his own gun pierce Eli through the skull. Guilt. Nothing but guilt.

Hallucinations back him into a corner of his mind as he pulls on the cuffs, creating scars on his wrists. The man before him repeats the scripture over and over until he himself knows it. Soon Joseph removes the cuffs, but he doesn't fight. He leans against the wall at the end of the bed, writing, and writing as time goes by and by.

I can't think. I'm getting hungry...We need to go topside soon but I'm terrified. I think I did the right thing. I want to do the right thing now... He says he forgives me but I can't... I don't know if I did the right thing... I don't understand and all he gives me is the Word...

"Shame is heavier than a hundred bags of salt."

"I want to be cleansed..."

You know. You know best. God tells you. If I listen to you, it's good, and right, and I can help, and I can save people, and make it right, and everything will be okay. If I judge as your judge the judgment is right and just, the judgment is God's Word. I see now. I am so sorry. Please give me a mask I am afraid. No one can know me. Please let me be reborn like the world, cleansed of sin and new, and I will fight to cleanse the sin. Thank you, Joseph, thank you, Father.

He made him a mask out of wood, hiding his guilt and shame. Years pass and life had submerged, they changed and left the bunker. The rest of Joseph's flock follows him, and they start to build, creating a New Eden.

He will now cleanse sin with only bows and arrows.

He knows only that of violence.

-lynnii
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