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Authors: C.W. Cook
Tags: Antichrist, Christian fiction, supernatural thriller, heroine in danger, occult thriller, faith based fiction, jesus and satan, cults danger kidnapping murder paranormal romantic suspense psychics, apocacylptic thriller, tribulation and armageddon
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charming green space adjacent to
the train station resembles a small English wood. It is home to a
large variety of trees, flowers and plants. Ducks and swans often
bathe in a small water pond in its center, but there is no wildlife
present tonight. It’s as if they sensed Baculo was coming and
fled.
Baculo skirts by a life-sized, marble statue
of a virgin female and then stops to look back over his shoulder to
see if anybody is following him. There is nobody; Baculo has the
gardens all to himself tonight.
He continues across the tiny wooden bridge
into the center of the garden where an ornate structure stands.
It’s a small gazebo-like structure, and Baculo finds cover in its
shadows so he can make an urgent phone call.
“Do you have her?” he asks.
“Yes,” a squawking voice replies. “She is
restrained, but unharmed.”
“Get her to the extraction point.
Immediately!”
Baculo quickly terminates the call and again
scrutinizes the garden area, searching for anybody in pursuit of
him. Only the trickling sounds of water hail his presence. His
insidious plan is working perfectly.
Baculo steps out of the cover of shadows and
looks up to the dark heavens. The constellation Virgo shines bright
in the sky directly overhead; it’s an encouraging sign to
Baculo.
“Our virgin Gracie. The appointed time is
near.”
* * *
22
Remember Me
The Hummer is stopped diagonally next to the
white VW Pollo. The VW’s door is wide open and the communication
equipment is in disarray. Everything is still and Grace is
gone.
Simon is distraught, locked in the back seat
of the Hummer with his hands bound behind his back, while Genovi
and his agent make a mad scramble to find any sign of Grace. Genovi
peers over the tide-wall railing, down to the water's edge, while
the agent frantically searches around the base of Urgull Hill.
“Who are these greenhorn agents?” Simon
ponders in frustration. They couldn’t track a bulldozer through a
corn field. The agents are young and appear to be just out of
training and Simon won’t stand for their ineptitude.
Simon flips himself on his back and kicks at
the back window of the Hummer. The first kick fails so he kicks
harder a second time, and the window shatters.
Simon effortlessly slides his hands down the
back of his legs and around his feet, bringing his hands in front.
He sits up and rakes his wrists along shards of glass left in the
window frame. It cuts the ties; his hands are free.
Just as Simon exits the car, an agent jumps
on him from behind. Simon hip-throws him to the ground and then
heel stomps his sternum. The agent gasps for air and curls into a
ball.
Then a faint whooshing sound emanates from
above; it draws Simon’s attention and he strains to locate the
source. It’s the sound of a helicopter approaching in the distance,
headed toward the top of Urgull Hill. Simon looks up the large hill
in front of him and assumes the peak is where the helicopter is
going to land. The path before him is heavily wooded but it’s the
most direct route to Grace.
Simon glances back toward Genovi who stands
across the street at the water’s edge. Genovi is pensive but calm,
gazing deep into Simon's soul. Simon looks down at the agent
moaning on the ground, and then runs off, up the steep embankment
toward the peak of Monte Urgull.
As Simon scrambles up the hillside, the huge
monument of Jesus Christ points the way from above. Occasionally
Simon hears Grace's muffled screams echoing in the night air. Her
distressed voice sickens him with nauseous fear, but his rage pumps
adrenalin through his veins.
Simon spots the helicopter, preparing to land
just above the next embankment. Grace screams again, driving him
forward. He takes a step in that direction when suddenly he’s
knocked off his feet by one of Baculo's goons.
The goon is a rough looking fellow, short and
stocky, and surprisingly strong. He threw an unexpected punch that
knocked Simon to the ground,
the train station resembles a small English wood. It is home to a
large variety of trees, flowers and plants. Ducks and swans often
bathe in a small water pond in its center, but there is no wildlife
present tonight. It’s as if they sensed Baculo was coming and
fled.
Baculo skirts by a life-sized, marble statue
of a virgin female and then stops to look back over his shoulder to
see if anybody is following him. There is nobody; Baculo has the
gardens all to himself tonight.
He continues across the tiny wooden bridge
into the center of the garden where an ornate structure stands.
It’s a small gazebo-like structure, and Baculo finds cover in its
shadows so he can make an urgent phone call.
“Do you have her?” he asks.
“Yes,” a squawking voice replies. “She is
restrained, but unharmed.”
“Get her to the extraction point.
Immediately!”
Baculo quickly terminates the call and again
scrutinizes the garden area, searching for anybody in pursuit of
him. Only the trickling sounds of water hail his presence. His
insidious plan is working perfectly.
Baculo steps out of the cover of shadows and
looks up to the dark heavens. The constellation Virgo shines bright
in the sky directly overhead; it’s an encouraging sign to
Baculo.
“Our virgin Gracie. The appointed time is
near.”
* * *
22
Remember Me
The Hummer is stopped diagonally next to the
white VW Pollo. The VW’s door is wide open and the communication
equipment is in disarray. Everything is still and Grace is
gone.
Simon is distraught, locked in the back seat
of the Hummer with his hands bound behind his back, while Genovi
and his agent make a mad scramble to find any sign of Grace. Genovi
peers over the tide-wall railing, down to the water's edge, while
the agent frantically searches around the base of Urgull Hill.
“Who are these greenhorn agents?” Simon
ponders in frustration. They couldn’t track a bulldozer through a
corn field. The agents are young and appear to be just out of
training and Simon won’t stand for their ineptitude.
Simon flips himself on his back and kicks at
the back window of the Hummer. The first kick fails so he kicks
harder a second time, and the window shatters.
Simon effortlessly slides his hands down the
back of his legs and around his feet, bringing his hands in front.
He sits up and rakes his wrists along shards of glass left in the
window frame. It cuts the ties; his hands are free.
Just as Simon exits the car, an agent jumps
on him from behind. Simon hip-throws him to the ground and then
heel stomps his sternum. The agent gasps for air and curls into a
ball.
Then a faint whooshing sound emanates from
above; it draws Simon’s attention and he strains to locate the
source. It’s the sound of a helicopter approaching in the distance,
headed toward the top of Urgull Hill. Simon looks up the large hill
in front of him and assumes the peak is where the helicopter is
going to land. The path before him is heavily wooded but it’s the
most direct route to Grace.
Simon glances back toward Genovi who stands
across the street at the water’s edge. Genovi is pensive but calm,
gazing deep into Simon's soul. Simon looks down at the agent
moaning on the ground, and then runs off, up the steep embankment
toward the peak of Monte Urgull.
As Simon scrambles up the hillside, the huge
monument of Jesus Christ points the way from above. Occasionally
Simon hears Grace's muffled screams echoing in the night air. Her
distressed voice sickens him with nauseous fear, but his rage pumps
adrenalin through his veins.
Simon spots the helicopter, preparing to land
just above the next embankment. Grace screams again, driving him
forward. He takes a step in that direction when suddenly he’s
knocked off his feet by one of Baculo's goons.
The goon is a rough looking fellow, short and
stocky, and surprisingly strong. He threw an unexpected punch that
knocked Simon to the ground,
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