One day I may finish this story but I thought it should be my first story that I add onto this site :)
Nothings the same anymore, not since he took over.
It’s the year 2067, he’s been controlling them for a year now, everything has gone downhill from then. Its all their fault, religion had disappeared by the year 2065 and the battle between the devil and our lord was reaching climax. Celebrities turned into the new gods, money was what they worshipped. Sinners. They’re all sinners…
It was June 6th 2066, I walked through the streets of Steinwood, everything was pretty average, the road was packed with hovercrafts bumper to bumper, I could hear the sound of angry flyers cursing at each other. We’ve been trying for so long to sort out the traffic here but of course, nothing gets sorted. I went into the daily-news-box to go view the newspaper, as I went to sit down in front of the huge news screen I heard a shout, it was a close friend of mine, Jenny, she ran into the news-box throwing herself next to me.
“Alexa! Oh!! The worst thing you could ever think of has just happened. You wont believe it!” My face dropped, and butterflies began to fly around franticly in my stomach. I took a deep breath to give me the strength to hear what Jenny had to say.
“What’s happened..?” I asked her, not really knowing if I wanted to hear it. She took my hand, and whispered in my ear.
“He’s here…” she said in such a menacing voice that it cut straight through me and sent a shiver down my spine. “You better go…” she whispered in a low, soothing voice.
This didn’t seem real, nothing made sense. I was sure my mum would help me understand it all, there was nothing my mum couldn’t handle. I raced home unknowing of what I was about to find…
She didn’t move. Her eyes blood shot, staring into nothing. Her hair and make up which usually was impeccable looked as if she’d been in a fight. Her lips were blue, and her cheeks pale. I froze, not knowing what to do or say. “Mum…?”
“Mum? What’s going on?” I put my hand on her pale face, it was cold to touch, she was breathing but she felt so dead. I felt a tear run down my face, then another, and another after that, and suddenly I started crying uncontrollably. “MUM!!” I was screaming at her now, she didn’t move, she didn’t even blink. I began to shake her frantically screaming her name, begging her to speak to me, tell me that everything is okay, that there is nothing to fear, like she always used to. Today was different though, I didn’t feel like her little girl anymore, I didn’t even feel like I knew her. My own mum, I didn’t know my own mum. I went to my room and sat on my bed, the room was dark, the sky outside had blackened and a cold air filled my lungs as I gasped to get breath in between crying. What’s going on? I asked my self the same question over and over again. But the truth is, I didn’t know. As I laid on my bed I caught a glimpse of something that I knew I could trust “the bible” I whispered to myself “if the answer is anywhere it will be in here” I opened the book, and turned the first page. It didn’t feel the same to how it usually felt, somehow it felt wrong, like I wasn’t doing the right thing by looking in the book. I thought back to what Jenny had said “He’s here.” But who? Who was she talking about? “He’s here” I said again, thinking that if I said it enough times the answer would just fly out and slap me round the face. As I stared onto the pages of the bible something suddenly stood out as if it wanted me to read it “Do not be afraid of what you are about to suffer. I tell you, the devil will put some of you in prison to test you, and you will suffer persecution for ten days. Be faithful, even to the point of death, and I will give you the crown of life.” The devil…It’s the devil. A wave of disbelief washed over me, I felt sick.
I went to the only place I could think of going, the only place I felt truly safe, Reverend Philip’s church. I sat on one of the pews near the back, I always hated sitting on the pews, they were always so uncomfortable, but at the same time gave me so much comfort by bringing me closer to my lord. I lowered my head, and prayed.
I’m not sure what’s happening to your world at the moment, I feel so alone. My mother won’t acknowledge me, and I’m not sure why. What is his part in all of this? I don’t understand, you have helped me through so much, please give me strength Lord, help me understand, help me through this time. I know you are doing everything you can to redeem the world, I will be patient Lord, but in the meantime, please help me to get through it.
As I brought my head up to face the front of the church I caught sight of the reverend, he was sat on the floor at the alter. What is he doing? I thought to myself. I slowly approached him and gently put my hand on his shoulder.
“Reverend? Are you okay?” He shook with terror as he stared me straight in the eye.
“Alexa” He said, with a sense of fear in his voice, “You have come to the right place. A lot is happening and it is not safe. He is hear, but no body will listen. No-one wants to know about my ‘religious tripe’ as they call it. I have warned them, I tried to help them Alexa, they wont listen. Sinners. They’re all sinners…”
“Reverend, please explain to me what’s happening, I don’t understand, I tried praying to God, I need his advice, will you help me, please help me reverend?” tears filled my eyes.
“Alexa, you must be brave. Our Lord has been defeated by the devil. He has captured the minds of all people and is keeping a good grip. It’s a lot for you to understand, but you must listen. I want you to make sure you don’t listen to anything people say to you, other than me. There are a lot of people out there who will try and make you turn to the devil, and that’s not what you want. Is it Alexa?” I took a deep breath.
“No.” I replied.
“He is controlling their minds, making them do things, keeping them as far away from their goals and dreams as he can. He has taken all love away, and it shall not be returned until the rightful ruler returns.”
“My mum. My mum is being controlled?”
“Ah, now its very complicated as to why your mother is being controlled. You see, the reason most people are being controlled is because they didn’t believe in God, they were sinners. You know what it was like, people became so obsessed with vanity that our lord was not important. Your mother went to church every Sunday, as you well know, but she committed her fair share of sins.” I stared at him, emotionless. My mum is the one person I look up to, she’s never done anything wrong in her life, she goes to church every Sunday, she works at the homeless shelter, she gives to the poor, and she bakes for the needy. Why on earth would my mum not be able to resist the devils powers?
“So there are other people out there who aren’t being controlled? Its not just us?”
“I like to think so,” He replied. “I haven’t found any as yet though. I’m sorry Alexa, I must go. I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you all of this, but you have to know and at the moment I don’t think anyone else is capable of giving you the information.” He turned around and walked away from me, that may have been the last proper conversation I have for a very long time. I bent down on my knees and lowered my head once again.
I know what’s happening now, I cant say I understand it, but I’ll do my best. I need to know how I can help, what do I do? Should I live as normal? Or should I stay here and keep away from everyone? Please Lord, Give me a sign, help me find my way because at the moment I’m stumbling and I need help to find my feet again. I have lost my mother, to the devil, and I don’t know where my dad is, he hasn’t been home for three days.
I waited with my head lowered, and my hands together, just waiting for a sign. Nothing. Maybe he’s given up, maybe God has decided that we’re not worth it.
“Is anyone else unaffected?” I whispered. “Hello, is anyone like me?” I closed my eyes tightly “HELLO!” I shouted “WHO IS OUT THERE?!” I heard a faint noise, a whisper, maybe an echo? Silence.
“I’m here” my eyes opened, and my stomach turned. I didn’t move, somebody was here.
“Who’s there?” I replied. A chorus of voices, but not in unison coming for different directions filled my ears like a church choir.
“I’m here.” one said.
“I’m here too!“ said another. What is this? Am I going mad? I could hear about six whispering voices, they were very faint, but they were definitely there. I turned around to see if there was anyone behind me, to see if it was all just a joke. The church was empty, not a soul was around.
I whispered back to them.
“I’m Alexa, I’m in Reverend Philip’s Church, where are you?”
“I’m in St Patrick’s church in Ireland” Ireland? Someone can hear me all the way in Ireland? Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, I didn’t know whether to run away or be happy that I have someone who will talk to me. One of the voices seemed to take over all others, it told me that we were all praying at the same time, and that’s how we were contacting each other. Everyone around the world was being controlled. Except us. I felt like I was in a secret club or something, as if I was a spy, working for the FBI. I spoke to the voices for about an hour before I decided it was probably time I should go. The voices and I decided to contact one another everyday, we were sure that eventually God would help us.
“This is all just a test of our loyalty” one said. I really hoped they were right, the world had suddenly turned upside down and there was nothing I could do to fix it.
I woke up and looked around my room, everything was the same as it always was, clothes on the floor, books ready to fall of the shelf, perfume on my desk. I wondered to myself if all the events that had happened were just part of a crazy, twisted dream. I climbed out of bed and threw on the first clothes that came to hand. My old jumper, which was torn at the cuffs, and had a black mark at the bottom, and a pair of jeans with lace going down the side. I walked downstairs hoping to see my mum in the kitchen making her famous banana pancakes while trying to read the free magazines that come with the newspaper dad buys. She wasn’t there. In fact, she hadn’t moved. She was still sat at the kitchen table, wearing the same clothes she was wearing yesterday. Her eyes were more red now though, a dark, crimson red, she used to have the most beautiful blue eyes, like the colour of the sea. I’d give anything to see the sea again, to sit with her on the beach. She used to always take me to the beach, dad was there then too, he would always make me laugh, mum would tell him to stop so that I could eat my sandwich but he’d tickle me and make me laugh more. Its all just a memory now. I didn’t know whether to talk to mum or if should just leave her. Nothing made sense anymore, maybe if dad was here I’d know what to do, he’d make me laugh and tell mum to stop being so silly and snap out of it. Oh, what did you do mum? It was your fault dad left, I just know it.
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The right to reproduce. It has been given to each and every person by God, No matter who you are, you have the right to have offspring.
Well, you did.
That’s all changed now. He started controlling scientists, children are only being made in a lab, and that’s only if you have the correct genes, without the genes that are wanted you may not have children. He cant do this. This is taking test tube babies to another level, it isn’t right.
* * * * *
It was early in the morning, ten whole days had passed, it didn’t feel like it had been that long, every day just ran into the next, there didn’t seem to be any difference between each one. The whole city was chaos by now. I was right when I thought that nothing would be the same again. Its like being in a bad movie, I keep hoping that some cheesy music will start to play and I’ll see the subtitles of the monstrosity of a movie. He’s caused five churches to be burnt down, people have been killed, and children have become orphans. Does he not have no conscience? How could you want to cause so much hurt and pain? I’m beginning to lose faith, surely if God was going to help us he would have done it way before now, before things got this far.