Another college days #flashbackfriday to an apocalypse themed Creative Writing assignment!
She stood up, and wiped the fresh blood from her hands to her jeans with resignation. “We had to do it this way, Jessica,” a high pitched female voice said from behind her. Jessica didn’t answer. She didn’t think she could say anything without bursting into angry tears. They stood in the main road of her small town. It was deserted. Every little shop, diner, or anything that had food and supplies was stripped bare by the people who ran away from a town filled with the dead.
She stared down at his familiar face and repeated his name to herself, keeping him alive in her memory. The color left his lips, his blue eyes wide open. He was a china doll, waiting to be painted to life with a steady hand. He used to smile at her, his pink lips pulled back to show off his new set of adult teeth. He wanted to be a doctor. He was a sacrifice instead and the reason that Jessica had to accept her fate.
“It’s time to go, Jessica. He is waiting.” Jessica stayed silent and kneeled back down, tears falling. The figure behind her sighed in annoyance. “We’ve been over this at least a dozen times. You have to get to him, so he can prep you to be the savior.” Jessica shook her head. The form behind her growled, and coughed, cursing her human body. “When will you see that you have no choice? You were born to lead these sheep to slaughter, so wipe your eyes and get up!” Jessica still didn’t move, but stared at the little form in front of her.
The red evening sky buzzed with an energy that would make anyone nervous. The body Lilith possessed had goose bumps running up her arms, but Lilith wasn’t anxious; she was beyond excited. She’d been waiting for the End of Days for a long time, and couldn’t wait to get out there and do some real damage to the humans that infested the planet like maggots. But she couldn’t do a goddamn thing if the “savior” spawn wouldn’t move her ass. Why she had to be in charge of the half human brat while the horsemen got to lie waste to the earth was beyond her. There was also the little problem of encountering the unholy wrath of Satan if she didn’t get his daughter to him on time. Life was very unfair to Lilith.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, aren’t you done grieving yet? I mean c’mon, I don’t get all teary-eyed over the bone bags I’ve killed. Hell, I hated the one that owned this body.” Lilith started to play with the dull blonde hair that used to belong to a girl named Sarah. “Real easy to possess though. Well, after the pestilence wiped out her family. A pity she thinks her soul is going to meet them in heaven.” Lilith snorted, and coughed.
Jessica shot up, and tackled the hell beast to the trash filled pavement. “I did not murder my son on purpose!” Jessica’s hot spit splashed on Lilith’s pockmarked face, pissing the demon off completely. She also didn’t appreciate being pinned down when her stupid, pestilent riddled body didn’t have the strength to fight back.
“I did not force you to murder him. You did it all by yourself!” Lilith spat back.
“You told me he was sick and suffering!”
“You believed a demon!”
Jessica wanted to strike back, but before she could even move, a sharp pain shot through her head like the crack of lightning that went off above them. She stumbled from Lilith, and fell in the growing puddle of blood that once belonged to her son. It was still warm, but felt like ice to her as her body temperature rose. The fire spread through her, and she shook with a pain that threw her to her back. When her vision started to darken, Lilith sauntered over to the Antichrist, a grimace on her stolen face. “Fucking finally,” Lilith coughed again, and everything went black.
She he was being dragged through the woods outside of town when she woke up. By her father’s will, and her son’s blood, she was a new woman. She kicked an exhausted Lilith (who was dragging her by the hair) in the chest, knocking her to the ground. She then hopped up, refreshed, a bubbling excitement deep in her gut. She heard chanting and screaming off in the distance. She smiled and walked ahead while Lilith’s body died in a coughing fit, cursing until the end. By the time she made it to the hellish clearing and looked upon the face of her father, she forgot her son’s name.
Portrait: (detail), Miguel Cabrera, The Virgin of the Apocalypse, 1760, oil on canvas, 352.7 x 340 cm (Museo Nacional de Arte, INBA)