NOVA FICTION GUEST ARTICLE #7
My regular article posted earlier, as well as a guest article. Scroll down for both.
There was silence. Silence expect for Whats his Name moaning and coughing as he choked on his own blood. I said, "Rick. When he dies -- bury him in the woods. After that I want you to come find me. "
Then I headed back to the house to find some clean clothes.
I found my stuff. Nothing had been disturbed. The bags of food we had brought in were already gone. Sharon had been up early and had been busy was my guess. I was really wishing I had some aspirin. Damn my body hurt. I found a pair of nylon pants that I had bought really cheap a few years ago. They were my favorites in that they dried fast and didn't hold the stink as much as other types of pants I had owned.
I took them, a fairly clean t-shirt, and soap and headed down to the creek. I grabbed the bucket and took it with me. The water from the creek was cold but it worked. It was a tedious way to do it. Fill up the bucket to the halfway point because the creek wasn't that deep. Pour it on me from the pits down. Go get another bucket. Soap and pour. Do it again a couple more times. When I finished I slipped on the nylon pants and t-shirt and walked back drying as I went.
As I did I thought about what I had told them. I was doubtful I had gotten all the words right and I was glad no one had asked me what book it was. I was going to have to work on that. I wasn't worried about changing the words. I mean there must be 900 different Bible translations out there. My translation was as valid as theirs and maybe more so since HE talked to me. I doubted if HE talked to them.
Then I understood! I could interpret the WORD to fit the changing times! I was getting excited! I would make his WORD more real so people knew in plain English what HE wanted done. Who the hell could relate to chariots and such? Name them for what they were! Bankers were Demons. Most people could figure out the smiting part. They just needed to know who they were supposed to smite and that HE wanted them too!
For a second visions of laptops with word processing software went through my head. BAD DEMONS were always lurking. Waiting for their chance to get in. I shut them out. I knew we would have to use SATANS tools against him. I knew this because HE had shown me people in masks with black plastic SATAN guns killing DEMON spawn. I wasn't touching them and I would need to keep an eye on their use. Maybe we would need people who did use them to be separate until they could be cleansed and detoxed.
I would begin writing the NEW WORD down in a binder just like the ones I used in school. Someone else could type it up. Then another HE inspired thought struck me! The people of the Chosen didn't need to get their SOULS dirty. We could use any captured but not so bad demons do that until they converted! Or better yet! As proof they had converted! Maybe in time everyone would have to spend some time in the GRAY AREA to show they had the strength and commitment to be one of the special people! HE sure had made me smarter than usual which was a good thing indeed. I didn't have a binder and we didn't have any .... what could I call them? Slaves would probably not go over well with Roy and Sharon. Damn, I would think of something. Maybe I would ask Sharon. Then we could talk about it. Maybe even for an hour or two. Life was good when HE was helping you.
I wandered back to see Sharon sitting cross legged just inside the sliding glass door. She had the door open and was sewing up a hole in a sock. She looked up, saw me, and didn't look up again until I sat down just outside the door.
"You smell like creek" was her greeting.
"Yes. I suppose I do." I didn't add that it was better than smelling like a cat box nor did I mention it hurt my feelings a little bit to hear her say that.
She finished her sewing and held the sock up for me to admire her work. "What do you think?"
She sat there with the sock in her lap and stared out at the trees.
"Was it necessary to kill him?" She asked it casually but I knew it was far from a casual question.
"Yes. HE wants us to do things that powerful DEMON's are going not going to like. They will try to hurt us, they will try to divide us but to survive we can have no doubts for we will prevail."
"Prevail means win?"
"Yes Sharon. HE is all powerful."
"I felt something in Sword when I held it while you were gone. That was HIM wasn't it?"
We didn't say anything for awhile. We could hear the sound of a shovel slicing into Virginia red clay just beyond the woods.
"I hope Roy isn't running that shovel"
"Yeah. He's pretty old. I think he's older than my Gramps when he died." She added with a sad chuckle "Course he loved to drink."
I didn't say anything. It was nice to sit here in the sun and listen to her talk. I couldn't remember the last time when I felt this normal. I also didn't want the conversation to end so I asked, "How do you think Rick is going to take the death of his friend?"
"Well, he is burying him." She waved her hand telling me it was nothing. "They weren't friends really. He was just renting a room from him until the bank gets around to foreclosing."
"No one going to miss him?"
"I don't know for sure. Rick will know." She added, "Would any of us be missed?"
I didn't know how to answer that so I didn't. Instead I asked her "Sharon. If I'm The Chosen what should you be called?"
"Outside of General?" She smiled. She had a great smile. The whiteness of her teeth reminded me how brown mine had become.
"Yes. Outside of that."
The sound of the shovel stopped. Time stopped.
"I don't think Chosenites works." A tiny frown crease appeared between her eyes as she thought. "We want to appeal to people like us. How about The Family?"
"You really like that?" I asked her.
"Yes. Don't we all want to belong to a family?"
"Then that is what we shall be."