Chapter Nine: Apocalypse
Apocalypse (ê pok’ ê lips’) n. a religious writing depicting the end of evil; specifically the last book of the New Testament; book of Revelation
It was 7:30 am when Faith shifted, half awake, from under the sheets of the king size bed. She was still tired, but the damn body clock she’d spent years rehearsing now worked perfectly. She yawned quietly as she slipped out from under the sheets and wrapped her baby blue silk bathrobe around her lean shoulders. She wandered over to the mirror as brushed her hair quickly. Turning around she noticed Brian was still fast asleep, the blanket lying precariously across his waist. It wasn’t often he slept in, she’d let him today.
She placed the brush down onto the dresser and quietly tiptoed out if the room. She was half expecting to hear Marty’s calls from the kitchen, he had amazing hearing, every morning when she reached the top of the stairs it was like he knew she was there. She sighed heartbroken realizing she wouldn’t hear that familiar sound this morning, or any other morning.
Step by step she wandered slowly down the staircase, she was in no hurry. She stepped into the dining room and stopped dead in her tract, without even realizing it she let out a scream that echoed frightfully around the house.
Brian leapt from the bed, practically falling over as he bolted down stairs. He took the staircase 5 steps at a time before running into the dining room where Faith was standing staring at the room in complete horror.
Brian starred up at the wall, and down onto the glass table, without hesitation he pulled Faith into his arms, directing her eyes away from the mess that was spattered in front of them.
~ 10 MINUTES LATER ~
The house was now full of officers, running around, cleaning things up, nosing around each window and door, and some sulking around the backyard, just trying to piece things together.
Faith sat silently on the couch, Brian’s arm protectively around her, however the truth was he was just as scared as she was. The writing on the wall was simple and succinct.
That was all it said, there was a picture below it, it was one of Faith, a recent photo she didn’t even know existed. It was her stepping from the BMW, a black and white photo that had been blown up, then destroyed with scrapes and cuts, there were red marks all over the picture, obviously symbolizing blood steaming from her neck. It was hung on the wall with a dagger, the thin blade stuck into the head of the picture balancing it off center on the wall. The dagger itself was also covered in some red substance, the handle looked almost medieval, with a cast iron base that split into two and twisted around each other.
Below the wall the glass table had also been marked with in morbid red paint, this time the message wasn’t so clear, it was a bible verse, that’s it, no instruction, no other message, nothing.
“No one else has a key to this house?” a detective, who would have been around his mid forties with dark black hair and a moustache that covered his entire top lip, inquired
“No, Faith and I are the only ones with access to the house” Brian replied calmly
“I noticed you have a fairly good alarm system, is there some reason it didn’t let you know someone was in the house? Does anyone know the pin to that?” he continued to question, scribbling notes on a small black pad as he went
“We didn’t have it on” Brian sighed “we don’t usually put it on at night, we have a dog and he could easily set it off” he added
“And the dog didn’t bark or anything last night?”
“He’s dead, he died yesterday morning” Faith spoke, her eyes starring down at the floor by her feet
Faith stood up and wandered over to the bookcase. Brian hopped up, trying to get her to sit back down, she shrugged him away, and pulled a bible from the bookshelf.
She flipped it open to the scripture she could vividly see in her mind, Revelation 6:4.
“And another came forth, a fiery-colored horse; and to the one seated upon it there was granted to take peace away from the earth so that they should slaughter one another; and a great sword was given him”
Her face was grim, but not surprised, she’d gone to a Catholic school when she was younger, and had a fair idea what it meant, the words in front of her simply confirmed it.
“They mean war” she whispered, leaning up against the bookcase as her legs became weak.
Both Brian and the detective, who’d introduced himself as Detective Giles, looked up in confusion.
“What do you mean?” Brian inquired walking up beside Faith
“The scripture she said, it’s the vision of the Apocalypse. The red horse symbolizes war, or a challenge” she replied, her voice quite and calm.
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