posted on Apr, 11 2009 @ 01:11 PM
"Daddy I feel sick " the words slowly poured out of his daughters mouth , she was his everything in this world his reason to wake up , his reason
to go to work , and his reason to live.
as quickly as the words escaped her lips she too collapsed onto the floor . lifeless and in a dream like state his family lay on the floor staring up
at this average hard working man , just like a mockery of life and God himself.
Jack instantly dropped to his knees while he held them for the last time in his arms as he felt their warmth escaping from their corpses. He looked up
at a picture above the fireplace of a picture they had all dressed in there best clothes and smiling before they attended the baptism of a family
member, dated November 4 2012 .
The pain was forced down , the agony was bottled up , rage now the only fire fueling this broken man . With nothing to live for now clinching his
fists together feeling his knuckles crack . A picture of religion , how ignorant they had been to believe anyone could have been watching over
The prophecy's of demise in this year had been true , the Mayans proved to be correct after all . He then glanced over at his shoulder for a form
of humanity to grasp onto , 2012 the calendar read.
This will be the year the people finally make a stand . Jack now standing full at attention with his back arched and fists clenched. he would work
his way up the government ladder one by one to make them all pay with everything they have .
with that thought jack disappeared into the shadows of his basement , the once alive bright house , now dark and decayed , mute and unfamiliar .
Jack returned with a large knapsack he used for his military combat training days he participated in before his wife , before his family before even
the name Jack was born. He was then known only by his rank and last name , Lieutenant Ryker. Two desert eagles now strapped to each leg remained in
holsters hidden from the world like a scar stitched over to conceal a painful past. Flashbacks of his childhood hero John Wayne now seemed the only
reasonable laws he would abide by . Hidden beneath his worn beaten down leather jacket , an M-16 Assault rifle lay concealed under the clutch of the
jacket strapped around his back. This weapon was meant for any intruders or people questioning his now epic quest . but the handguns had a bullet that
lay waiting in each chamber , for the most cynical and diabolical puppet of them all , the one they call the world most powerful man .
One for his brain to end his corrupted thoughts , and one for his heart to puncture it so he could feel the same pain Jack had suffered from having
his heart ripped out , from his daughters dying breath.
Jack filled all of his belongings he needed for survivability into his knapsack , all except for one item . The picture of his once beautiful and
alive family. No that item would stay close to him at all times in his pocket .
" God? " Jack mumbled out with a stone carved expression as he kissed his family goodbye and closed the door.
"GOD DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE!"
[edit on 11-4-2009 by Saytun]