Dec. 15, 2008 - Prologue
Prologue
In the beginning, God created light because there was darkness everywhere. He created heaven and earth and everything in them. He created man, and he was happy with all his creations, and to make man happy, he took a rib of man and made a woman for him. For all, light was symbolic and physical at the same time. There was harmony, shedding light to everyone even when the sun had gone down. But man sinned against God, allowing darkness and evil to enter the world. This removed the light and snuffed it out. Of course every now and then someone would show their light, but it would be dim and sooner or later also be snuffed out. The true light was gone. Man did what he desired without thought or care towards what God really wanted or deemed appropriate.
God would choose his followers later on, but even they made the errors of those before them. It carried on until he deemed a people for himself. They of course did what he wanted in certain generations, but of course there were generations that did the exact opposite of what he deemed good and just in his eyes. He sent them prophets, and yet they still did not listen. Naturally, sometimes all or a few would listen, but these appalling generations rarely actually paid attention. So he allowed them to be overrun and taken captive to foreign lands.
Since they did not listen, he spoke for the last time through the prophet Malachi. He ceased any guidance to them and allowed the civil war between the nations to be exploited by the Romans. The light had never been any dimmer than this point. He knew it was time and sent his one and only son, Jesus, to be that light that would shine for all time to all the peoples in the world. Though he died, many realized that he was the one spoken about by the prophets. Then that glorious morn three days after he was crucified showed he was truly the light in the darkness. He rose and showed that he had truly risen from the dead and that he had conquered death, once and for all.
With this light, however, came judgment. Those steeped in sin must be judged unless acknowledged as redeemable by and through Jesus Christ.
21st Century
The small town of Currie, Nevada lay silent along Highway 93 as dusk began to fall. There was nothing too special about this small western town. It had maybe one thing, but not much more. It was a living ghost town. Kevin Millers was the town Sheriff. He knew that taking this job instead of the one in Carson City was foolish, but all that action was getting to be too much hassle. The domestic disturbance outside the city had been called to his attention several hours ago and he decided to check it out.
A storm was brewing towards the mountains, and he figured that this call would only take fifteen minutes, so he braved the elements once again. With only fifteen or so people living in town, there wasn’t much trouble. The call that he got was from Marsha Taylor, she and her husband, Craig, were living at the old McDuffie place. He’d answered several of these calls and figured it was just another fight that was a tad out of control. The last time he had answered the call, though, it had been that they were now resorting to throwing some items around.
To prevent any injuries, he pressed his cruiser to go ten over the speed limit on the back roads. He saw the car in the drive as he approached, and parked just behind it. He gave a “hello” and saw that the doors were open. It was dark inside, partly because there were shades on all the windows and partly because of the oncoming storm. He stepped over one of the overturned pieces of furniture, but didn’t see or here anyone. A soft cackle resounded down the hall and Kevin reached for his gun, at the ready for anything.
The lights flickered on, and what he saw chilled him to the bone. His attention was to the left and he saw a chair that was backwards on the ground. Lying in it was Craig. He was actually more sprawled that laying, with a fire prod sticking out of his chest, with glazed over eyes of terror. He looked for Marsha and then saw her. There she was, strung from the ceiling, hung dead. A stool lay knocked over beneath her. He was just about to cross over to Marsha’s body, when he heard the laugh again.
A man in black stood in the entrance to the hallway. He had a mask of blood red on, with air holes at the mouth. He spoke in a voice that chilled Kevin to the bone, “Hello Kevin. You don’t remember me, but I remember you perfectly. Time to pay for your sins. Your little secret won’t stay safe for long.” He let out another long evil laugh. As he did, the lights went off again. He fumbled for the flashlight on his belt and went down the hall.
The strange thing about the McDuffie house is that the living room is separated from the rest of the house. The stairs to go to the second level are at the entrance of the hallway, while at the back is a wall, which has the kitchen to the right of it, and the den to the left. Kevin was about to proceed up the stairs, when something on the wall at the back of the hallway caught his attention. He put light on it and walked closer. He stopped short and stood, stunned at what he read. As he read, cold chills ran up and down his spine. Written in red, most likely Craig’s blood was, “Time to pay up Kevin. No one’s safe with your sin in hiding. Take these two as a warning.” He moved away and decided to go up the stairs. He put his foot on the first step and a loud, “BOOM!” resounded from the outside.
He ran out and saw that the car that had been in the drive had just exploded. A note lie on the hood of his cruiser, “Consider this your second warning.” It stopped him cold and numbed his mind. For a few seconds he couldn’t even think of what to do next. His world spun and he almost considered fainting. He steadied himself on the hood of the cruiser, and then decided to drive back to town. He jumped in and started the car. It roared to life and he kicked in reverse down the gravel drive. He tried to call headquarters, but his radio was dead. “How odd,” he thought in a panic as he drove over the limit back to town.
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