02-06-2014, 02:23 PM
It wasn't as bad as Jensen expected. In fact, Tony was blessedly easy-handed with his suspicion. He had a right to it, too, and after the bipolar-like swing between their last conversation and the present one, he was practically a Saint. Really, Jensen did walk right into that one.
He downed more coffee in long, full gulps. He needed the caffeine, but the heat of the drink didn't seem to take the chill off his bones. Not too surprising.
He pat his lips dry, and placed the napkin back on his lap. At least keeping up manners offset some of the broodishness of his demeanor. Or so he hoped.
"I know,"
he agreed and reluctantly thought back to some of the more recent histories of apocalpyse cries. Even as a small boy he remembered the panic zipping through Wichita Falls. He remembered the family glued to the news, and he remembered not understanding what it all meant. Entire cities washed away? Volcanoes spilling their insides? Earthquakes crumbling mountains? It had been grounds for the apocalypse indeed. Hell did kind of open up on earth, but it soon became obvious the other prophecies had not yet been fulfilled. Not until now.
"There's a multitude of Christian prophecies literally unfolding right now, but more than that, a friend of mine, a linguist and archeologist, uncovered a prophecy that predates the Biblical prophets by thousands of years but yet mimicks it nearly word for word. Have you ever heard of 'Apollyon'?"
He asked, seeking the connection he knew to be in Tony. It was the same that coursed through him. They knew the future in their hearts if they dared look upon it. "The question is what do we do now?"
He downed more coffee in long, full gulps. He needed the caffeine, but the heat of the drink didn't seem to take the chill off his bones. Not too surprising.
He pat his lips dry, and placed the napkin back on his lap. At least keeping up manners offset some of the broodishness of his demeanor. Or so he hoped.
"I know,"
he agreed and reluctantly thought back to some of the more recent histories of apocalpyse cries. Even as a small boy he remembered the panic zipping through Wichita Falls. He remembered the family glued to the news, and he remembered not understanding what it all meant. Entire cities washed away? Volcanoes spilling their insides? Earthquakes crumbling mountains? It had been grounds for the apocalypse indeed. Hell did kind of open up on earth, but it soon became obvious the other prophecies had not yet been fulfilled. Not until now.
"There's a multitude of Christian prophecies literally unfolding right now, but more than that, a friend of mine, a linguist and archeologist, uncovered a prophecy that predates the Biblical prophets by thousands of years but yet mimicks it nearly word for word. Have you ever heard of 'Apollyon'?"
He asked, seeking the connection he knew to be in Tony. It was the same that coursed through him. They knew the future in their hearts if they dared look upon it. "The question is what do we do now?"