The Book : Part 8

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My dear, we have to fly.

The words were honey. The way they slid their way into my ears could be captured with no other words.

We have to go............

They came more solid now. More demanding.

Julius!!!! I need you more than ev-

My eyes came blurry. Sharice was shaking me drastically and leaving me nauseous.

"I'm going to throw-," I said just before throwing up upon the left thigh of her revealing dress.

"You're lucky I care about you, brother," she muttered as she frowned at the throw-up on her dress.

"It's not my fault I can only do so much," I muttered back as I struggled to get to my knees and hands.

"That's what she said," Sharice rebutted, without disclosure, and a chuckle in her voice. I kicked her.

With a moan I was to my feet and after a shake of my head back to my senses.

"Are we going to have a longer bout this time?" Sharice asked, bringing a double take from me. "You are running the show, if you hadn't noticed," Sharice got to her feet and slapped my pocket, grabbing the bible hard and giving it a good shake.

The world shook rapidly, as though turbulence was at hand. But we both knew it was more than turbulence. At least, not as far as wind conditions were concerned. She was shaking the very preconditions of life. While life is only a four letter word, it can represent a vibrance of capatilities behind the letters themselves.

"Don't you see? Everything's in fragments because you keep running around and messing with THE bible!!!"

Sharice let go of the bible in my pocket and took a step back. We were in the cockpit of the plane, I now saw. Somehow, there were souls running the plane. Like the souls I would usually capture. The only problem was I had no remembrance of capturing these souls.

I took a couple more steps back, running my back into the wall of the cockpit.

"I'm messing up the story?" I asked in a hush.

Sharice nodded at me.

"Brother-"

"I know what I'm doing," I harshly cut her off. I lunged to punch her in the face, although only contacted the warped molecules of her transfer to behind me.

"This has to end! You're no longer in control, lucifer!" Sharice quickly shrieked from behind me.

I gave a hard swing, but contacted nothing. I whipped around on my feet, and fell to the ground, pitifully.

"Brother, please come easily," She asked from above me.

"I have been wronged," I viciously replied. "Jesus was right about one thing," I chuckled

"What's that?" Sharice asked as she cocked her head to the side in wonderment.

"Jesus is punctual."

At that moment the cockpit's door was knocked open and Jesus was there and ready with disciples.

"I haven't the pleasure to meet you yet, sister," Jesus said in a hush next to Sharice's ear.

"Niether have I," Sharice replied with a grin.