Rapture Ep. 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
5 years after the events of Chosen. Greg is dealing with the loss of his old comrades Misty, Camden, and Steven. As the only survivor from the old series, he gives up on God's destiny for him and endulges in alcohol and sex. But after an unthinkable string of events, a cataclysmic foreshadowing, and revisit from one of his 3 dead friends he finds himself fighting the fight he left behind again.

Submitted: July 14, 2010

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“Who are you?” Greg asked her.
“Not Misty.” Misty replied.
The room was white. No dust dared touch the ground. No imperfect air dared make its way into the lungs of the two. The sky was the purest of white and the floor matched it in perfection. The only things of color were the lonely chairs that were occupied by Misty and Greg. Misty sat in her chair in a beautiful white dress and her hands placed calmly in her lap. Her hair was straight and cut into a “just off the shoulder” fashion. However, unlike Greg, it was obvious time hadn’t affected her. She still looked like the 17-year-old girl that died at the hands of Praeston 5 years ago.
“If you’re not Misty… then who are you?” Greg asked her.
“The only person that can be Misty… but not be her.”
“Why won’t you tell me?”
“Because I’m scared that if I do… You’ll go away. And I’ll be left alone again.”
“But I won’t leave you. I’d never abandon you like that.”
Suddenly, the room began to fade into a darkish brown color. The ground became a rusted iron color and the sky became blood red.
“Look what you did…” She suddenly said, her white dress now stained in red blood, in the exact spot where Praeston had stabbed her, 5 years ago.
“What’re you talking about?” Greg said, his eyes now becoming watery.
“Why’d you let him hurt me?” She said as the blood traveled further down her dress.
“I’m sorry.” Greg said as a tear fell to the ground. The tear thudded against the ground loudly and was followed by an equally loud grandfather clock, ticking at 12. An earthquake erupted and suddenly Misty was standing. Her hair was jet black and her skin was very pale. This reminded Greg of someone but he couldn’t recall whom. Her hair was now down her back and the white dress was white again.
“Rapture’s coming… and you’re the only one who can stop it.” She said before a loud trumpet was played and a huge volcano suddenly erupted behind her.
Greg escaped from the nightmare with his heart pounding ferociously. His eyes were wide and his body was covered in sweat. He pulled himself to the edge of the couch and collected his thoughts. He got up and walked to his room and creaked the door open.
“Misty…” he called out.
She was still in her soaked attire and hadn’t spoken a word since last night. The storm hadn’t calmed down any in the time between last night and this morning. The clouds were dark and dreary and the sun was completely blocked by them. You could barely tell it was 12 in the afternoon. The raindrops were huge and felt almost like pebbles to those unlucky enough to be standing in it.
He walked over to the bed and kneeled down. She was awake. She, likely, didn’t sleep at all last night. The chances of her remembering her heavenly paradise were slim. If the angels brought her back, it had something to do with Greg. He knew this, which was why he wasn’t worried. If they harmed her in anyway, the angels knew Greg was gone for good. Her eyes were open wide; she was showing no sign of sleepiness. Her eyes barely even moved. If it weren’t for her slow but constant breathing Greg would assume she was dead again. The room was dark. She’d been in this dark room all night. Still, her hair had grown noticeably darker than it was last night. The dirty blonde color from last night was now a dark brown shade.
Greg tossed her hair out of her face and smiled at her warmly.
“Do you remember me?” Greg asked her, wondering if amnesia was the issue.
She shook her head, signaling a ‘yes’.
“Good. When your ready to talk.. I’ll be here.”
She shook her head once, signaling an ‘ok’.
He made his way out of the room and shut the door.
Unsurprisingly, an angel was waiting for him.
“What the hell?” Were Greg’s first furious words to the angel.
“I know what your thinking.” The angel said.
“How dare you!? Do you need me on your side that bad!? How many times does she have to die before you let her stay up there?”
“We didn’t bring her back…” the angel said.
“What?”
“We didn’t bring her back this time. We wouldn’t do that.”
“Then how?”
“We don’t know. We don’t even know if that’s her or, if it is, what another resurrection’s done to her psychologically.” The angel said, triggering Greg into, immediately, remembering his dream.
(“Who are you?” “Not Misty.” ) He heard in his head.
 
 
The final bell of the day rang loudly and the adolescent bombshells all came pouring into the halls. The teenagers ran out of the school like pigs escaping a slaughter. In the midst of all this chaos Eden tried her hardest to make it to her locker. By the time she got there the horde had thinned, leaving only the less violent kids that actually used their school lockers. Eden McNab, a 17-year-old senior in high school. She was about 5 foot 8 and had dirty blonde hair. In the front, it went just past her shoulders but in the back it went midway down her back. She wore her glasses on the occasion but much preferred her more frequently worn contacts. Today she wore her contacts. Her contacts were always clear; she loved her beautiful ocean blue eyes. She wasn’t the most beautiful girl at the school but was by no means ugly, or average for that matter. This kept her from being teased, humiliated, and tortured all throughout high school. Once she finished stacking her books into her locker, she closed it. When she turned around she saw her best friend, Cody walking by. Cody was the school valedictorian. He, too, was good-looking but, like Eden, wasn’t affected by the superficial code that is branded into the mind of most teenagers, freshman year. He was slightly taller than her and had very dark black hair. He had hazel eyes and a slender physical appearance. They’d been best friends since they first started building blocks together at 3.
“Cody!” She called out in her naturally soft tone. Cody turned around, recognizing it immediately.
“Sup Eden.” He responded.
“I was wondering if you could give me a ride home. Mom’s sick again. She won’t be able to pick me up.”
“Sure.” He said and then began to continue out the exit. Eden followed him.
“So, how’s Haley?” She asked him.
“She’s fine, I guess. Still, as bitchy as ever.”
“Hehe. That’s good. What’re you gonna get her for your 2 month tomorrow.”
“I bought her these really nice earrings. She’s gonna freak.”
“I’m sure.” She said. Finally, they arrived at his car. She got in and closed the door, then pulled her seat back and crossed her legs.
“You know the drill. 107.5.” She practically commanded.
“Your lucky I love you. But remember. This is MY car.” He told her, smiling. Eden laughed a bit and Cody turned the radio up and began to back out of his parking space.
“Baby you’ll be famous! Chase you down until you love me! Papa-Paparazzi!” Eden chanted unpleasantly.
“Is it just me or do you hear a banshee somewhere?” he said jokingly.
Eden sat in her seat, with her mouth wide open.
“My bad.” Cody said, smiling incredibly hard.
“Jerk.” Eden said with a soft giggle under her voice.
 
Greg sat in his living room, sitting in the chair facing his room, where ‘Misty’ resided. He had been sitting in the chair a little over an hour, staring at the door. If she wasn’t Misty, then who was she. Greg searched all the crevices of his mind to find this question. Who would impersonate Misty? Praeston was long gone. If he wanted to strike it would’ve been a year ago. A shape shifting demon maybe… Or maybe it wasn’t a demon at all. Maybe it was… That’s when it clicked in his head. It was as if he had solved a complicated math equation. Her refusal to leave the light, her darkening hair, it made perfect sense. Greg was filled with anger. He rose out of the chair and stormed into the dark room.
“Get out.” He yelled as he pushed open the door.
“I was wondering when you’d burst in.” She said, sitting in front of the window in a sorrowful tone.
“No thanks to you, Dawn.” Greg said while folding his arms.
“You don’t think I would’ve told you.” Dawn said as she looked up at him, with a slight smile. 
Greg could sense her sadness covering him like the sheets on his bed on a very cold night. They matched his in despair and sorrow. He sensed no evil, but no good either. She was almost like an infant child, a clean slate. But he could see in her eyes that she wasn’t a clean slate. Her memories were still intact. She was still the same Dawn from 6 years ago. Still, his empathy wouldn’t allow him to say anything out of line.
“How are you here?” Greg asked her, his voice now lower and more sympathetic.
“I’ve been alive since the beginning of time. You think some teenage kid with ‘Chosen’ powers is enough to take me out. No thank you.” She said and began to stare back out at the rain.
“But Misty… she never had any problems with you.”
“I was dormant. The little bastard did manage to do that much damage.”
“What about Misty? Is she…” Greg asked with a glimmer of happiness trying to force its way out of his heart.
“Misty was human sweetie. She’s gone.” Dawn said, forcing that small glimmer back into its locked cage deep within his heart again.
“Why’d you come here?” Greg said, and turned on the light. Dawn’s most obvious characteristics were now visible. Her pale skin was almost hard to look at. Her hair was an extremely dark shade of brown and within the next hour would be completely black. Her in-humane perfect skin was also visible in the light. She was a beautiful creature to some extent. Even with her dark hair and pale skin, her resemblance to Misty was uncanny.
“I didn’t have anywhere else.” She said with her eyes still fixated on the raindrops on the other side of the window.
“You can’t stay here.”
“I know.”
An awkward silence filled the room before Greg noticed a tear fall from her eyes.
“I lost my powers Y’know?” She continued.
“I know. That was my bad.” Greg explained.
“Really. How’d you…”
“Your powers are gone cuz there’s no magic. I destroyed it all. Well… demon me did.”
This caught Dawn’s attention immediately. “Demon you?”
“Yeah… long story.”
“So you’re the reason I’m this helpless… thing.” Dawn said and began walking across the room.
“Pretty much.”
She stopped and looked at her hands. More tears began to flow from her eyes when she realized no power was flowing through them. Greg turned and looked at her.
“I’ll leave you alone for a while. But tomorrow you have to leave.” And then he turned around and headed for the door.
Dawn, filled with anger and rage, grabbed a vase and smashed across the back of his head.
 
“Thanks Cody.” Eden said with an innocent smile. He nodded his head and drove off. Eden then turned around to face her huge home and then walked up the stairs and into the front door.
“Mom, you home?” She yelled. No answer.
She then made her way into the kitchen. She noticed the pile of mail lying on the kitchen table. She began to search through them but failed to notice the figure that made its way past her from behind her. Once she realized none of the mail was acceptation letters from the colleges she had applied to, she put the mail back on the table and began making her way up the house’s long extravagant stairs.
“Billy? Are you home?” She called out to her younger brother. When she got no answer, she began to get worried. Her brother, usually, is always home by this time. She opened his room door and no one was inside. She looked over at her room door, closed and lonely, it sat on the opposite side of the hallway, staring her down. She slowly began to make her way towards it. She could see a shadow on the other side of the door. It looked almost like a man… or a woman, standing completely still on the opposite end of the door. By the time she got close enough to the door to place her hand on the doorknob, she could feel her heart racing. She remembered scenes like this in the movies. Scenes that involved the horrified blonde opening the door and seeing a plentiful of bodies lying on the other side of the door. And if it weren’t bodies, it was always something worse. With this in mind, she creaked the door open and slowly peaked her head on the other side of it. When she saw nothing but her plant standing on the other side of the room, she sighed in relief. That sigh was quickly inhaled when she heard the front door open. Her heart began to race again as she peaked over the balcony and to the front door, which was now open. She made her way down the stairs, once again failing to notice the figure standing in the corner of the hallway, staring at her. She walked to the door and shut it.
“SURPRISE!!!!!” The horde of family members and friends yelled from behind her.
She turned around in shock at first but soon eased up when she saw Cody standing in the middle of the horde with the cake and the balloons. She had forgotten about her own birthday. She could only smile to hide her shame but even smiling wouldn’t cover her crimson red cheeks from embarrassment.
 
When Greg awoke he was tied to a tree in the midst of a large forest. The first thing that was visible was Dawn standing in the midst of the heavy rain, staring down at Greg. She was muddy and above all else drenched in the rainwater that was falling on top of her. His surroundings became clearer as well. If he wasn’t mistaken, he was in the middle of the forest where Dawn was first locked away within Misty. Also, the forest where Camden defeated her and locked her away dormant within Misty, 6 years ago. Dawn stood in the rain with a heavy knife gripped firmly in her hands.
“Dawn. What’re you doing?” Greg said, clenching his teeth to minimize the pain of the blow to his head.
“Why’d you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Don’t play dumb with me!” She said with the knife facing his direction.
Beginning to recollect quickly, Greg remembered their previous conversation about him destroying all magic.
“Why’d I destroy magic?” He repeated aloud to be sure.
“You knew I’d be easier to pick off once that bitch died, huh?” She said, clearly losing mental stability.
“Calm down.”
“No YOU calm down! You did this to me.” She yelled again.
“What’d I do?”
”You made me powerless. You made me just as weak as she was.” She said in a lower tone.
“She? You mean Misty…”
“Misty… that bitch knew this would happen!” She said pointing her finger viciously at him.
Dawn’s emotional turmoil began to pound into Greg’s head like falling bricks.
“Dawn, calm down.” He said calmly to her.
“NO!!!” She yelled, growing more frustrated. She then grabbed her head and dropped the knife in the mud. She fell to her knees and began crying silently to herself for the next few seconds before finally grabbing the knife and lunging in Greg’s direction. Greg kicked one of her wildly moving feet and she fell, head first, into the thick brown mud that was below her feet. The knife fell somewhat near his hand. He made an attempt to grab it but Dawn beat him to it. He then tried hard to untangle loosen the rope by simply struggling within them. Dawn raised her hand and prepared plunge the knife into his skull. Greg stopped and focused for the few nanoseconds he could and froze her in place. It’d been a while since he’d used an active Seer ability. Because of this, his active powers were significantly weaker than they had been in past years and still, they took more out of him than they did, also. He focused all his attention on his arms. He continued to struggle his way out of the ropes, knowing he had a maximum of 3 seconds before she would unfreeze and send the knife into his cranium. Finally, he untangled himself just as she unfroze. He dodged the knife and it plunged into the tree behind him. With his hands still partially bound together, he flipped up and kicked her in the chin and then in the chest to knock her on her back, unfortunately the knife was still in her grasp. Still once this task was complete he fully removed the rope from his hands.
Dawn jumped up and threw her knife at him. The knife missed him just barely but she used the time, in which he turned to look at the narrowly escaped object, to close their distance and kick him in the stomach and slap him in the face hard when he kneeled in pain. Greg stayed down and held his stomach in pain; rather than help him, Dawn began kicking into his side as hard as she could. Greg continued to hold his stomach for another few seconds and Dawn continued kicking. Finally, Greg grabbed her attacking leg and swung her onto the ground next to him. Luckily, next to the knife she had thrown. He got on top of her and grabbed the knife; he held it high in the air and prepared himself to end her life. She looked up at him with no fear. No regret. She was welcoming it. He held the knife tightly in preparation but for one reason couldn’t finish the deed. In reality, he was standing over the helpless body of a woman who had killed entire families and selfishly taken whatever it was she desired for the centuries. But in his mind, he stood over Misty. Her resemblance to Misty made it impossible for him to kill her. Even though it was what Dawn wanted him to do, he still dropped the knife in failure. Dawn. Seeing this weakness hit him in his chest.
“Do it! Do it you stupid fool. Kill me!!! Kill me please!!!!” She yelled as she continued to weakly beat into him as he sat on top of her. Greg could only grab hold of her and hug her in devastating sorrow. He couldn’t complete the task she had given him. He refused to complete it. He held her in his arms tightly and allowed her to cry in his chest as the rain poured down on them both.
“Please make my suffering end…” She whispered to his inaudible ears.
The rain cleared up after a while and soon only the moon was there to witness the two laying there in the middle of the forest, covered in the darkness night brings.


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