The Highest Cost
Due to the nature and extreme implications set forth in this installment of the
Bearing Witness stories, it may not be suitable for all
A thunderous explosion rocked my head sideways. Though I had strained against my restraints for... how long has it been, anyway? ... I could not see
the one who had been ordered to beat me. I could, however, barely make out the one who questioned.
A large hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled it back, my neck cracking with the suddeness of motion. All I could do was to open my bruised and
bloodied eyes a fraction.
"Ahh, good... it is nice to see you are still with us, Lazarus. I would hope that this time around you will be a bit more forth-coming in answering
I could not make out the details, not yet. I know I had been brought to this room many times before, always with a sack drawn over my face. As
always, I was tied to this same chair, and I could remember that before me was a long table, with another chair centered behind it. A light hung from
the ceiling, blanketing my tormentors within a blanket of white.
The hand on my head tightened its grip. "Yes," I croaked.
I knew the questions that were to come; he had asked me the same questions time and again, and always I had answered him the best I could. What had I
to fear? God protected me, had always watched over me. Why should I hide the truth about God? Was that not my duty, to spread His word?
"Hmm. Good. Let's begin then, shall we?" A chair slid, scooting towards the table.
"You are the Lazarus as mentioned in the Bible, risen from the dead by Jesus Christ?"
I nodded slowly while I whispered "You already know this."
A sharp crack of a hand across my face.
"You are correct, I already do know this. I know a great deal about you, Jew. For instance, God had given you the ability to understand and speak
any tounge you may come across. I know God has given you near immortality, and the ability to heal yourself if things become a little too, oh,
dangerous. I know God has given you the ability to appear where-ever in the world you need to be to bear witness.
"Isn't it interesting, then, that you
should appear before us? And isn't it even more interesting that you don't seem to be healing as you
should? Or the fact that you are still here?"
A cloud drifted across my mind. This was not the same routine. The questioner's tone was all different, hiding something, as if he knew something.
And he was right about my still being here, held prisoner by these zealots and lunatics, and of my healing. No longer do I question God or His
doings; I know there is a purpose here, so I remained quiet.
The man sttod up, the light dimmed. I could begin to make out objects on the table before me. Among a few books and aged scrolls there was a dagger,
and beside that, a spear. The spear.
I gasped, and without remembering "my place" before my captors, I uttered "It's true..."
The questioner seemed to audibly smile. "Oh yes, it is true. Herr Hitler had been after these artifacts for many years now. And with you as an
addition, we shall be unchallenged in this world and the next!"
"Why me?" I dared. A blur of motion to my side, and my questioner raised his hand, stopping another shift blow.
"Not now, Erik.
"Why you? You are Lazarus! Rsing from the dead! You cannot die! Do you not think that our scientists would let a Jew like you to waste?" He
picked up the dagger, and without a moments hesitation, thrust it in my stomach.
"Now this, this is a waste. A dagger thousands of years old, can cut through any object, and yet, does not kill or injure a living being. No wonder
Issac still lived." The dagger was removed and tossed aside. Issac? A dagger that would not...
The questioner sighed. The hand cut into my temple, reopening wounds from beatings past.
"Yes, Abraham's dagger. What good a weapon that cannot kill? But you, you we can use." He sat on the table, looking at me.
"Our scientists will remove every part of your body if need be, will drain all of your blood in order to test it, and disect every inch of your
brain... we will learn why you still live among us."
The man came off the table quicker then I had ever seen him move. He siezed my chin and drew it up. I have never seen him this close before...
"Tonight, dear Lazarus, you are being sent to one of our camps, for scientific research. You will be boarding a train with other Jewish filth that
will take roughly all night to reach its destination. You shall sit in and smell piss. Your feet shall be covered with the # coming from your Jewish
dog-asses. You will probably see others of your kind try to kill themselves or their loved ones, and you won't be able to do a damn thing to stop
"When the train stops, you will be taken away, seperated from the others. We have special plans for you, Lazarus... of the highest order.
"God may have given you immortal life; imagine how much pain you can experience in that time."
He let go of my chin and stepped towards the door.
"Oh, least I forget; I made a promise to our dear friend Erik earlier today. It seems he wanted some time alone with you, to know you
The door closed as I was picked up, chair and all, and tossed onto the floor. I could feel my arm breaking as the chair crumbled beneath me. As Erik
Kicked me over, a darkened shadow filled my vision, a human shaped shadow.
close your eyes
the shadow seemed to tell me. close your eyes and sleep
I shut my eyes as Erik moved closer. A sense of leaving filled me.
I shot up, sitting in straw. I looked around, seeing a dozen or more people with me. I was confused, lost.
"Where am I?" I cried out.
Several of the faces turned towards me, and several more away. And then I knew.
I looked down at my shirt and saw the Star of David upon my breast, and I knew...
Part Two of
The Highest Cost will appear within one week...