The Last Years - Chapter 10, Book 1
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aletastewart84 on April 28, 2011
YAY!!! LAST CHAPTER OF BOOK 1!!!!!!!!!!!!! epic
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|BOOK 1 - THE MISSING||By Aleta Stewart and Natalie Phillips|
|CHAPTER 10||Elizabeth stared at Rodney as he slowly walked into the back room. What could he be doing?|
Carefully, quietly, she followed. Trying not to make her sneakers squeak, she walked toward the room and peeked her head in.
It looked like he was...reading a letter. A letter? Who would be worried about letters when all of the world is in crisis?
Still, she looked and listened. And listened and looked. But he wasn't really saying anything, just staring at the crumpled piece of paper in amazement.
Finally, she decided to say something, find out what was going on.
"Um...Rodney? You alright?"
He remained silent, still staring wide-eyed at the letter.
"Rodney? You there?"
Still no response.
Well, could she blame him? I mean, everyone was having a rough time, with tons of family and friends missing, and probably never coming back.
But as she was walking away, Rodney mumbled for her to come over and take a look at this.
Rodney pulled Elizabeth over to where he was to see her thoughts on this. It was amazing.
The preacher of this church had wrote this letter over 2 years ago, yet it sounded as if it were just written for him and what he was going through.
The letter talked about the disappearances, the chaos of what they were going through, and what the cause was. It was all freaky.
As Elizabeth read on, she too was struck with amazement. She tried to get a sentence out.
"B-b-but how does h-h-he know that? He c-c-couldn't!"
Rodney still couldn't speak. All he knew was that this was the truth, or at least close to it.
Finally, he spoke. "Elizabeth, this is it!! This is where we find the truth!!"
"Rodney, I don't know. I mean, sure, the preacher is like a fortune teller or something, but that doesn't mean we just give in to some religion right away!"
"But don't you see? Our parents were believers, and they disappeared. We weren't believers, we stayed. Do you see a connection here?
"Rodney, I like you and all, but this is just - "
She was interrupted by a large shadow in the doorway. He said, "Excuse me, but I think I can help."
Evan tried to hold back the tears, but he couldn't help it. Seeing his parents lying dead on the floor in a pile of blood was too much.
He rushed down the steps and over to where his parents' corpses were lying. Both had a big gash in their chest, and his mom's hair was either cut or ripped out.
Evan shuddered. He never liked dealing with dead bodies, and seeing people he loved and cared for dead was even worse.
He couldn't look much longer. He might head back toward the church, or just camp out in the neighborhood. It was already 10:30, so he decided on camping out for the night.
As he lay down on the side of the road, he thought of all the wonderful times he'd had with his parents. From the moment he was born to a couple minutes ago, he loved them. And he still did.
It was pitch-black outside, and he could barely see his hand in front of his face. The darkness helped him get sleepy, and he was almost in a deep sleep when a bright light almost blinded him.
He covered his face with his hands, trying to block the brightness. But he couldn't get rid of it, no matter what he tried.
And then, he realized what the light was as soon as it moved.