NOTE: 'SEEK' IS COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL
Here's the last of 'Seek'. Hope you all enjoy it!
God bless!
Geno
“What are you doing here!?” yelled Robert.
“I’m going with you!” she replied. “I have to. It’s the only way.”
“Then let’s go!” said Robert.
Wasting no time, he took Jenny by the hand, led her out of the alley, and explained where they were going.
The two rushed through the streets as quickly as possible. As people saw the glasses on Robert’s head, the alarm was raised. Several people took up a chase behind the two of them, and they were forced to take backstreets and alleyways to avoid being caught. Sirens became audible in the distance.
After many detours, the two could see Salem’s Street just fifty yards away. As they turned a corner, two men grabbed them forcefully. Without missing a beat, Robert broke his captor’s hold and quickly threw him head-first onto the street! He then knocked Jenny’s captor unconscious before he had a chance to defend himself, and the two continued on. They reached the street.
“Now what?” asked Jenny.
“I don’t know,” replied Robert. “Look for writing.”
They looked around, but saw nothing. The sirens were only a couple blocks away now. They reached the middle of the street. Then everything froze. There was no more noise. The people around them were suddenly frozen in place.
As they looked around in awe, Jenny spotted something lying in the street. “Look!” she said, pointing.
It was a book. They rushed over and picked it up. Even without the glasses currently on, Jenny found she could read what the book said. Only one page had writing.
It read: ‘You have done well in finding this Text. You have been given the ability to see that you are being hunted by the Reaper. He moves about invisibly, and strikes without warning. The Light is the only escape. You may live a long life here, where you are, but you will still be killed by the Reaper. You will still face death. The only way to True Life is found in The Light, what you call, The Wall. You have been given the ability to see. Leave the glasses, so that others may see. You must go into The Light. The choice is before you. Time is running out.’
Around them, time started slowly unfreezing. People were beginning to move again and sound was gradually returning. Robert looked Jenny deeply in the eyes.
“What should we do? We don’t have long,” he said.
She looked at him and smiled. He couldn’t believe it. He had expected her to be angry and upset, but she wasn’t. She was happy.
“We have to go,” she answered. “I have to go.”
Robert gripped her hand tightly. There was peace in his heart. Smiling back at her, he said: “Then let’s go together.”
Just as the people and sounds around them came fully back to life, Robert and Jenny took of toward The Wall.
Having been a police officer for several years, Robert knew his way around the streets, and he led Jenny in the safest way possible.
A police car approached from behind and quickly gained on them. The officer yelled orders over a loudspeaker for them to stop, but they continued on.
Ahead, Robert could see a train approaching the tracks they had to cross. Behind, the officer in the car was threatening to shoot as an officer in the passenger’s seat pointed a gun out the window.
“We’ve gotta beat that train!” Robert yelled to Jenny as they quickened their pace.
Behind them the car was only ten yards away. Ahead, the train was fast approaching and closing off their way of escape. Robert and Jenny took the best angle they could. As they approached the tracks, the train’s horn sounded with a deafening roar! The two took a giant leap in front of it! Behind they heard a gun go off and a bullet struck the tracks just beneath them.
They barely cleared the tracks as the train blew by behind them with incredible force.
They looked at each other and each took a deep breath. One hundred yards down the street was The Wall.
Having heard the gunshot and seen the commotion, the people on the streets disappeared into stores and wherever else they could find cover; cars pulled over as their inhabitants ducked down inside. This provided Robert and Jenny with a clear path to The Wall.
They made one final run for it. Soon, they passed the last of the stores. The gate was all that stopped them now.
“How are we going to get through?” asked Jenny.
Before Robert could answer, the chain unlocking the gate fell to the ground. The door was unlocked! They rushed through without hesitation. Now Robert realized how others were able to get through the gate so easily: the power of The Wall unlocked it for those trying to get inside.
They ran within fifteen feet of The Wall before they heard a voice behind them shout, “Freeze!” It was Jeff, whose jaw dropped as Robert and Jenny turned toward him.
“Rob, what are you doing? Is this some kind of joke?”
“No, Jeff, listen to me,” answered Robert. “The Wall isn’t what we thought it was.”
“You both must be insane. Now, please, don’t make me shoot you. We can work this out. We’re friends, right? Just take off those glasses and come over here peaceably.”
“Jeff, just listen,” said Jenny. “Put on the glasses. You’ll see that what we’re saying is true.”
“No,” answered Jeff angrily. “Now come over here.”
“I’m sorry, buddy,” replied Robert. “But we can’t.”
Robert suddenly removed the glasses and threw them toward his friend. As Jeff’s gaze was distracted by the glasses, Robert grabbed Jenny by the hand and, before Jeff could react, the two disappeared into The Wall.
Inside, Robert and Jenny found themselves suddenly engulfed in glorious light. A peace filled their hearts.
Just ahead, they could see the fog fading away, revealing a marvelous, golden street leading into a bright city. Singing voices filled the air.
“Are you ready to start over?” asked Robert.
Jenny smiled back at him. “The right way, this time.”
Without any more hesitation, the two walked into their new life, never to be seen on the other side again.
Back on the other side of The Wall, Jeff stared down at the glasses. His first impulse was to leave them alone. But as he looked, a sudden, unquenchable curiosity took hold of him.
Making sure no one was looking, he leaned down and picked them up, concealing them in his pocket. He had to learn more…
Sunday, November 11, 2007
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Geno:
ReplyDeleteGreat job on the story! Keep up the great work, my friend. =)
Thanks a ton, Chad! To God be all the glory!
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