Seven Years of Terror

The day approached like any other day. The sun, brilliantly and blindingly slipped through an opening in the curtain. Brooke arose out of her bed, walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The years were catching up with her now, she studied the tracks that the years had left on her face. She was only twenty-nine, but she looked forty. She walked to the kitchen and made coffee. As she sat down she realized that it was unusually quiet in the house. She got up and checked every room, no one was home. It was Saturday, so none of her roommates were in church. A panic set in, frantically Brooke turned on the television. That's when it hit her. The news echoed in her head.
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"Last night, millions of people around the world disappeared", the newscaster said. "The United States Government has everyone on red alert, as it is a possible terrorist plot". Brooke, broke down in a shear blood-curdling scream. She knew what happened and she knew she was left. Brooke thought, how could this happen? She was born-again, but she didn't go. She cried out, "Why?" She sat down, and tried to comprehend this, thing. She knew the horrible terrors that were to come. Rocking back and forth she mourned. Why did God leave her here, to experience this hell, that was about to unleash itself on the earth. 2

Brooke frantically ran to her room and began to pack. She was headed for some caves she knew about in the desert. She grew up playing in the caves, she knew she would be safe there. Then she heard the voice, strangely familiar, yet oddly different. "No", what do you mean 'no', thought Brooke. I'm not about to be a sitting duck for the Anti-Christ. The voice said, "Listen, you walked away, that is why you are here. I'm going to use you for my work, you are going to spread the message of my second coming".  3