Progression #69

[Chapter Fifteen – “Hostile Behavior” — Part Two of Twenty-Two]

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Progression #67

[Chapter Fourteen – “Awake” — Part Seventeen of Seventeen]

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“Please! Do not do this!”

“I don’t have a choice- They have us surrounded!” Jack said. “Start gathering what we will need. I will be right back.”

Jack pulled his wife close and kissed her once again. He turned and walked confidently out of the bedroom without speaking another word. He paused in the living room next to an antique crucifix that had been hanging on the wall since they had moved into the condo. He closed his eyes and said a brief prayer before opening the front door and walking outside.

Progression #66

[Chapter Fourteen – “Awake” — Part Sixteen of Seventeen]

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“Wait!” Charlotte said. 


“This is all happening so fast! I had planned on relaxing and enjoying my three day weekend, but now my home is surrounded by Sentries and you want to-”

“Shhh.” Jack raised his index finger to his lips. He picked up the notebook and the pen and started writing another note.

Charlotte leaned forward so that she was able to read each word as it was scrawled upon the page. His handwriting has not changed at all. She thought.

We are going to attempt to reach the place you mentioned – At least for a day or two – To regroup and figure out what we are going to do next.

I need you to quickly pack a few supplies – Food, clothing – Whatever you think we will need. We will come back for more stuff when we can.

Did you throw out all of my clothes? Do you have any weapons other than the knife? Oh, and don’t worry about the Sentries- I’m going down there to eliminate them before we load the car.

–[Charlotte’s response]–

I have to change out of these clothes first and foremost. It won’t take long to gather a few supplies – That is not a problem.

But I cannot guarantee that we will be able to reach the destination – It’s a long drive, and it will be another miracle if we can travel that far without being stopped.

I do still have a few articles of your clothing in a box that I held onto for sentimental reasons. And no, unfortunately, I do not have any weapons that I can think of – Even the knife is technically illegal.

How exactly do you plan on fighting those things? It is a suicide mission – I am not going to watch those machines rip you to shreds right after you have been returned to me!

Progression #65

[Chapter Fourteen – “Awake” — Part Fifteen of Seventeen]

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“Okay,” Jack said. “Before we continue this conversation…” He leaned toward Charlotte and whispered in her ear. “Do you have a notebook and a pen we can use to write notes back and forth?”

“Yes, out in the living room.” She stood up and was walking out of the door when she paused and turned back around. “Whispering is pointless.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Ever since the smart meters were installed they can listen to everything inside of the home. It does not matter if you whisper or shout at the top of your lungs.”

“I had no idea.” Jack watched her exit the bedroom. He stood up from the bed and walked back over to the window. He peered out between the blinds and observed the three Sentries. The one on the left turned and stared directly at him.

“Might be a good idea to stay away from that window.” Charlotte said. 

She handed Jack a small notebook and a ballpoint pen. He opened to a random blank page and scribbled a few words down before turning it around so Charlotte could read it.

Is there somewhere safe that we can go?

She shrugged and then took the notebook and pen from him. It was her turn to jot down a note-

I know of a place just outside of the city. But they will try to stop us on the way to the car!

Jack grabbed the pen and responded to this while Charlotte held onto the notebook.

We have to try – We cannot just sit around here and wait for them to kill us!

Progression #64

[Chapter Fourteen – “Awake” — Part Fourteen of Seventeen]

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“Then what are we waiting for?” Jack said. “There are only three of those things out there. I am confident that I can take them out. In the version of the world I left behind we have a few guns and-”

“Nope.” Charlotte interrupted him. “Not over here, not anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“A few months before you were killed an executive order was passed that totally obliterated the second amendment.”

“You have to be kidding me!” Jack said.

“Without the complicity of the mainstream media the entire thing would have failed. Even movie stars who have made millions of dollars as action heroes spoke out against the right to keep and bear arms.”

“But all throughout history after people are disarmed-”

“The real tyranny begins.” Charlotte finished the sentence for him. “Yes, I know.”

“Well, this is just wonderful!” He started pacing back and forth across the room again. “This just keeps getting better and better!”

“Most of the people were brainwashed into believing that it was the right thing to do. Defending gun rights was presented as something controversial and taboo, so most people avoided any discussion about it.”

“The fools!” Jack said. “Like a muddied spring or a polluted fountain is a righteous man who gives way before the wicked!”

“We are going to have to figure something out,” Charlotte said. “It is only a matter of time until they decide to kick that door in and come after us.”

Progression #63

[Chapter Fourteen – “Awake” — Part Thirteen of Seventeen]

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“The cut on your palm has healed.” Charlotte said.

Jack nodded. “Yes, and all of the blood is gone as well.”

Charlotte looked down at her own hands and gasped.

“What is it?” He said.

“Earlier this afternoon I was visiting your grave. I was on the edge of the cemetery when I placed my hands upon a barbed wire fence. I screamed at the sky as the metal pierced my skin. I remember the pain. I looked down at the cuts- But now…”

“They have been healed.”

Charlotte walked back over to the bed and sat down on the corner of the mattress. She placed her hands upon her knees and stared down at the floor with a confused expression.

He sent forth his word and healed them; He rescued them from the grave.” Jack muttered.

“What was that?”

“Oh, I am just beginning to realize that certain things are much more literal than the average person has ever dared to believe.”

“The fact that our wounds have been healed is amazing,” Charlotte said. “But the Sentries have shown themselves to be capable of extreme violence.”

“You said that they were part human, though. You called them Transhumanists. Well, has anybody ever killed one?” Jack said.

“Yes, of course. When the electronic global currency was established and the public was told that they no longer had the Bill of Rights there was a huge uprising. The Sentries were used as shock troops in most of the major cities. Hundreds of them were killed, maybe thousands.”

Progression #62

[Chapter Fourteen – “Awake” — Part Twelve of Seventeen]

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“Spiritual warfare,” Charlotte said. “Yes, you are absolutely correct. But most of the people who still remain- The ones that have not been killed or chemically lobotomized- They do not even believe that they have souls.”

“Well, they really do not.” Jack said.

Her eyebrows raised with confusion and uncertainty.

They are souls!” He said.

“Ah, of course! But how can a couple of people possibly stand against all of this? It is simply impossible!”

Jack nodded and started pacing in front of the bed again.

“I agree. We do not have a prayer in hell.” He said. “That is why everyone will have to put aside their fear and all of their petty differences to stand together. Should have happened long ago…”

You do realize that those things out there are still listening to us, right?” Charlotte said under her breath as she gestured toward the window.

He shrugged. “Let them listen. If they want to strip me of my inalienable rights then I will rip their metallic heads right off of their damned necks!” 

He raised the fist that contained the blood from the small cut and smashed it into the nearest wall. The drywall cracked and crumpled from the sudden impact.

“Hey,” Charlotte said. She did not flinch while watching him. “Is your hand okay?”

He unclenched his fingers and looked down at his palm to discover that both the cut and the blood had disappeared.

Progression #61

[Chapter Fourteen – “Awake” — Part Eleven of Seventeen]

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“Never mind. I have a feeling that everything will be revealed when the time is right.” Charlotte said before he had a chance to respond.

They are rewriting genetics as well? Jack thought to himself.

“The important thing is that you are here with me. We are in this together again.” She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him.    

Jack pulled her close and she started sobbing uncontrollably on his shoulder.

“We buried you in that little cemetery out in the country just like you wanted.” She said while the tears released two years of suppressed grief and sorrow.

“I went out and visited you as much as possible-” Her sentence was interrupted as sobs wracked her body. “I prayed that you would somehow return to me- But I never thought it would actually happen!”

“It’s okay, babe.” He said. “I think I know why I have been given another chance here.”

“Really?” Charlotte pulled back from the embrace. “Why?”

“We are meant to stand with free humanity during her darkest hour- To face the insidious evil that has been allowed to gather strength for far too long and remind everyone that they have the most powerful weapon of all time at their disposal: Love.”

The corners of her mouth moved to form a smile and the sobbing subsided considerably.

“When it is all said and done, all of this-” Jack said. “Every form of control used to suppress the people- It is only a clever mask to hide the real objective: Spiritual warfare!”