card’s statement, she could see what he had done.
“Serves you right, bitch,” he yelled at his phone on the passenger seat. “You’ll learn to fuck with me.”
He slammed the steering wheel as his eyes glazed over. Up ahead the light changed to yellow.
His cell phone rang. He hit the gas to make the light and picked up the phone. Anna’s picture told him she was calling again. He turned to throw it out the window.
He entered the intersection to someone screaming at him just outside his window.
Then he was airborne.
Simon Peter and his fellow apostles watched as Waller’s F-150 collided with the Hummer. They recognized Sarah as she stepped out of the passenger side, walked a few feet, fired a gun in the air and then hid it behind her.
She continued walking toward them.
In their black overcoats, hiding by the unlit area of the wall nearest a corner of the intersection, it would be nearly impossible for her to see them.
“This is it, my brothers,” Simon said as he stared into the eyes of each one of his followers, the surprise evident on their faces. Every time Matthew’s information proved correct, even though it had saved their lives in the skydiving plane crash, they were stunned. “We all have our needles. It is time to Rapture Sarah Roberts. As it is written, it will be done. Spread out and run to the four corners. We advance as one and come at her in a way that she cannot escape again. We cannot fail our Lord. Now go.”
His brothers ran away, preparing for the end of Sarah Roberts.
The moment had finally come. He felt overjoyed with glee. His toupee firmly in place, white powder paste hiding his fair skin, Simon waited while his apostles got into position. Sarah continued up the middle of Yonge Street, heading directly for the intersection of Yonge and Bloor.
She must be dazed from the accident, he thought as she didn’t veer to the sidewalk. For some strange reason, she continued past the pedestrian crossing on Yonge, between two cars waiting at the red light and moved into the middle of the intersection.
Simon looked both ways. A taxi cab was coming from the west toward her back. A pickup truck was coming from the east.
Aghast, Simon turned back to Sarah, who now stood in the center of the road.
The light changed to yellow. Both the pickup and the taxi hit the gas to make the light.
Sarah didn’t move.
“No,” Simon yelled as he ran toward her.
From the corner of his vision he saw his apostles running at her, too. It appeared Brother Andrew and Brother James were going to get to her first.
Simon saw the needle sticking out of Brother James’ hand as he jumped at her from five feet away.
Sarah didn’t notice. Her eyes were closed.
From Simon’s vantage point, he saw the taxi driver realize that people were in the road, but it was too late. He swerved to miss Sarah, spun sideways, his bumper sliding past Sarah by no more than half a foot and smacking dead on into James’ legs. Brother James had been in the act of jumping at Sarah so that he could jam the needle into her neck when the cab hit him sideways. He catapulted onto the trunk of the taxi, his head exploding red spray out the top as he continued in an uncontrolled sideways summersault. He landed in the road on the other side of the cab as the taxi’s wheels caught something on the road and flipped sideways.
Brother Simon stopped running and jumped back out of reflex just as the pickup truck barreled past him, doing at least seventy. It spun away from Sarah and hit the backside of the taxi, raising the pickup’s front end in the air.
Someone screamed.
The pickup’s engine revved high as it flew over the back of the taxi. Brother Andrew had been running into the street beside Brother James. He had dodged the taxi’s approach and stopped to stare at the inert form of Brother James on the asphalt.
The front bumper of
“Serves you right, bitch,” he yelled at his phone on the passenger seat. “You’ll learn to fuck with me.”
He slammed the steering wheel as his eyes glazed over. Up ahead the light changed to yellow.
His cell phone rang. He hit the gas to make the light and picked up the phone. Anna’s picture told him she was calling again. He turned to throw it out the window.
He entered the intersection to someone screaming at him just outside his window.
Then he was airborne.
Simon Peter and his fellow apostles watched as Waller’s F-150 collided with the Hummer. They recognized Sarah as she stepped out of the passenger side, walked a few feet, fired a gun in the air and then hid it behind her.
She continued walking toward them.
In their black overcoats, hiding by the unlit area of the wall nearest a corner of the intersection, it would be nearly impossible for her to see them.
“This is it, my brothers,” Simon said as he stared into the eyes of each one of his followers, the surprise evident on their faces. Every time Matthew’s information proved correct, even though it had saved their lives in the skydiving plane crash, they were stunned. “We all have our needles. It is time to Rapture Sarah Roberts. As it is written, it will be done. Spread out and run to the four corners. We advance as one and come at her in a way that she cannot escape again. We cannot fail our Lord. Now go.”
His brothers ran away, preparing for the end of Sarah Roberts.
The moment had finally come. He felt overjoyed with glee. His toupee firmly in place, white powder paste hiding his fair skin, Simon waited while his apostles got into position. Sarah continued up the middle of Yonge Street, heading directly for the intersection of Yonge and Bloor.
She must be dazed from the accident, he thought as she didn’t veer to the sidewalk. For some strange reason, she continued past the pedestrian crossing on Yonge, between two cars waiting at the red light and moved into the middle of the intersection.
Simon looked both ways. A taxi cab was coming from the west toward her back. A pickup truck was coming from the east.
Aghast, Simon turned back to Sarah, who now stood in the center of the road.
The light changed to yellow. Both the pickup and the taxi hit the gas to make the light.
Sarah didn’t move.
“No,” Simon yelled as he ran toward her.
From the corner of his vision he saw his apostles running at her, too. It appeared Brother Andrew and Brother James were going to get to her first.
Simon saw the needle sticking out of Brother James’ hand as he jumped at her from five feet away.
Sarah didn’t notice. Her eyes were closed.
From Simon’s vantage point, he saw the taxi driver realize that people were in the road, but it was too late. He swerved to miss Sarah, spun sideways, his bumper sliding past Sarah by no more than half a foot and smacking dead on into James’ legs. Brother James had been in the act of jumping at Sarah so that he could jam the needle into her neck when the cab hit him sideways. He catapulted onto the trunk of the taxi, his head exploding red spray out the top as he continued in an uncontrolled sideways summersault. He landed in the road on the other side of the cab as the taxi’s wheels caught something on the road and flipped sideways.
Brother Simon stopped running and jumped back out of reflex just as the pickup truck barreled past him, doing at least seventy. It spun away from Sarah and hit the backside of the taxi, raising the pickup’s front end in the air.
Someone screamed.
The pickup’s engine revved high as it flew over the back of the taxi. Brother Andrew had been running into the street beside Brother James. He had dodged the taxi’s approach and stopped to stare at the inert form of Brother James on the asphalt.
The front bumper of
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