7days

7 Days

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night.

Day 1

Adam put his hand up and motioned to his partner down the hallway, whom dropped to his knees with his back against the wall, and pulled out a 9mm baretta pistol, and held it in the ready position. Adam stood at the door, pulled his own firearm, and kicked the door, opening it with a loud thump and crack.
Adam and his partner rushed into the small apartment, kicking open all of the doors, and checking the whole apartment. The suspect was nowhere to be found, and the apartment was trashed. Adam was looking around, and he heard his partner call his name from one of the back rooms.
"Oh..my....god...!" Adam said as he walked into the bedroom closet, it was small, maybe enough room for three people, but there was a small stack of boxes at the back wall, and set up on the top was what looked to Adam like an alter. There were symbols all over the thing and above it were pictures of dismembered people, all dead, and there were about twenty of them, each of a different person, or that's what Adam could make out.
"Dammit Benner! Would you answer me?!" A garbled voice said.
"..Benner here," Adam said into a portable radio, "uh, you boys might want to get up here, we found something, um, disturbing."
"What are you talking about? Benner, why the hell did you go in there alone? He could have killed you two!"
"He's not here." Adam replied.
"Then why do you need us?"
"Actually, we don't really need you, can you get McCane down here?"
"The translator?"
"Yeah, we have some weird symbols on an alter thing Judas made, and he posted all of his murders above it, anyway there are some really weird symbols on the thing and I want to see if he knows what they might mean."
It took nearly fourty minutes for the rest of the squad to get to the apartment. Adam was getting bored, the apartment was full of people, checking the place top to bottom, and they weren't finding anything, save the strange alter thing. They couldn't even find the murder weapon. Which was expected to be a knife or blade of some sort, by the dismemberments, anyway.
"Hey guys, come check this out, I found a note or something!" One of the officers called out from the closet. Adam walked into the bedroom, and there were about five officers around the one, and the translator made his way past Adam, kneeling down beside the officer. The translator took the paper, and after a few minutes of studying, said "It's written in Israilie, a very old form of Israilie too. I'm not sure I can make this out. It'll take me a few hours, maybe a day to figure this out completly. And I might not even be able to figure it out completly." The translator set the paper down on the floor, and took a couple of pictures.
Adam turned and went to look out the window, they were 15 stories up, but the next building was so close that he could walk out the window and step over from the fire escape. The sun was past setting, and the twilight was setting in, Adam glanced up and saw a person looking at the building. He was quite far away, but Adam could see that he was bald, and had a trenchcoat on. The person lifted his hands, like he was aiming a pistol, and Adam cried out, ducking out of the way. He heard the sound of glass breaking, and the worst feeling of heat in his left arm. Everything was moving slowly, he landed on the ground with a slow, loud thump, that echoed in Adam's mind.
Suddenly, everything was moving at normal speed, and people were flocking to Adam, checking him and rolling up his sleeve. Adam looked down at his arm, and there was a small arrow sticking out of it. He couldn't put things together, it's like all of a sudden things just went straight chaotic, and Adam had absolutly no control. He was yelling about the man, and people were going out to the fire escape to capture the man.
"It was Judas, I'm sure of it, it has to be!" Adam was saying.
"Yeah, yeah, we got people going after him, we'll get him, don't worry." Adam's partner said. One of the other officers knelt down to Adam, "Ok, I'm gonna pull this thing out, ready?" he asked. Adam gritted his teeth and nodded, the man grabbed onto the arrow and quickly slid it out of Adam, suddenly, Adam felt the most pain he had ever felt in his arm, and then everything was black...

... and the evening and the morning were the second day ...

And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so.

... Day 2 ...

Adam opened his eyes slowly, he had a huge headache, and his arm was very sore. He couldn't remember much of the day before, he did remember Judas, though. He remembered him very well. He hoped that his partner had gotten Judas. He looked around the room, he was in a hospital bed. He sat up, and looked around. Right then, a nurse walked in, she was quite small, maybe 5'5", couldn't have been more than 100 pounds, he thought. "How are you feeling today, Mr. Benner?" she asked.
"My head hurts, and my arm still hurts..." he replied.
"Well, that's why I have this medication." she smiled as she crossed the room, pulling out a small bottle with white pills in it.
"If I got shot in the arm, why does my head hurt so bad?"
".. Well, there was a foriegn substance tipped on the arrow."
"What do you mean, was I poisoned??"
"Uh, not that we can tell, in fact, you seem to be in almost perfect health, except for the pain, of course." She handed him a couple of the pills and walked over, filling a glass with some water. He took the water and the pills, and downed them both at once. The nurse rolled her eyes, "Looks like you ARE feeling better huh Mr. Benner?" She smiled at him and left the room.
Adam layed back down on the bed, and clicked on the television, there was a new movie on, Adam hadn't seen it before, but it had really good special effects. He wondered why they would be uncensored on cable, they were pretty gruesome special effects. He somehow thought he had already seen the movie, he had the weirdest feeling of deja vu. Oh well, he thought. Then everything faded to sleep...

He was in a large parking garage, the place was sparsly lit, and almost completely empty. Except footsteps were heard, they were the clicking of high heels. Sure enough, a woman wearing a short-skirted buisness suit walked out from behind a corner. She checked her watch, and hit the little button to open the locks in her car, setting off the familiar squeak-squeak. She flug her jacket over her shoulder, and put the key in the lock, and dropped her breifcase, flinging it open and exploding papers all over the concrete floor. He heard a flapping a bit away, and she did too. She stood up quickly, looking around nervously. Then there was the loud thumping of heavy feet, and the flapping of a coat or jacket. She looked around, then her eyes went wide with terror, right as a sword went through her stomach. She let out a sickning gurgle, as blood trailed out of her mouth. The bald man holding the sword smiled evilly, then pulled the sword upwards, lifting the woman off her feet, until she slid off the sword, landing on the concrete with a loud thump. The man grabbed the woman's jacket, and wiped the blood off of his sword. He looked right at the area that Adam was watching from, then spun around and ran out of the garage...

Adam woke with a start, and sat there, wondering about what had just happened. He looked back up at the TV, and he realized where he had seen the "movie" before, because on the television, he saw a bald man lifting the woman up with the sword, and just as he remembered, she slid off and fell to the ground.
Adam jumped up off the bed, and pushed the button to turn off the TV, it stayed on. What the hell is going on? He thought, he looked down to unplug it, already unplugged...
Adam grabbed his clothes and changed quickly, then walked out the door to the hallway.
"Mr. Benner?? You need to get back in your room!" The same nurse as before said as she walked down the hallway toward Adam, "what are you doing out here?"
"Something's going down, I need to leave." he said, "I need to get back to the station."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Benner, you can't do that, you still need your rest." she said. She took his arm, and started pulling him into the room. He tried to pull his arm away, but she kept hold. She was stronger than he first thought. In fact, she was very strong, too strong for her small body, he thought as she flung him into the room. He landed to the side of the bed, and looked up to see her shut the door and lock it. He stood up and dashed at her, and ran right into the back of her hand. He landed on his back with a thud.
What was going on, how was this happening? He was getting the crap beaten out of him by her. She ran at him, and he kicked her with both of his feet, flinging her back into the door. She dropped to her hands and knees. Adam got to his feet, she was already up, and just stood there looking at him. He glanced down at her hand, it had changed. Her entire right forearm was a dark red in color, and her hands, her fingers had changed, she had razor-like claws ending her fingers from the middle joints. She swung at him, he ducked right before her claws ripped his throat open. He stood back up, and she swung again, this time he grabbed her wrist and flung her to the side. She lost balance and went right through the window. He heard her scream as she fell the three stories to the ground below.

Adam walked back and sat on the bed to peice together what just happened. Why is this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this?? He had almost died twice it less than twenty-four hours! He was on the police squad, he was used to putting his life on the line, but this was just plain weird.
Judas was a part, he was behind it somehow. Adam didn't know how he was doing it, but he was. He hoped his parter had caught up with him.
Someone pounded on the door, Adam jumped up suddenly, "Benner! Open the door! I don't want to have to break it open!" It was his chief. He walked around the room nervously, and he heard the pounding of his chief kicking the door. It wasn't budging. Then Adam heard a gunshot, and the door swung open.
Adam's chief rushed in, holding a pistol aimed at Adam. "Benner, what the hell did you do? Get down on the ground and save me from having to shoot you."
Adam looked around, officers around him that had once been his friends, now thought he was a murderer. He got to his knees and put his hands behind his head. They patted him down then handcuffed his hands.

Adam had been sitting in the cell for quite awhile, he looked at his watch, about twenty minutes until midnight. Adam couldn't sleep, he couldn't shake what was going on. Nothing made sense at all. Then, he heard the door of the cell opening, he looked up, and saw a bald man, wearing a long trenchcoat. Adam sat up quickly, "Judas!!"

... and the evening and the morning were the third day ...

And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.

Adam jumped up with a start, "What the hell are you doing to me??" he yelled.
"Benner, shut your mouth!" one of the guards outside the cell yelled. Judas went and sat down on the cot that Adam was laying on.
"Dammit, answer me!" Adam yelled, grabbing Judas' coat. Judas whipped his hand off, and stood up, staring straight into Adam's eyes. He was considerably taller, a good four or five inches.
"You have no idea, not a clue what you are, or where you're going, do you?"
"What do you mean? Where am I going??"
Judas laughed loudly, "It doesn't matter, I know what you are, and I know what all of the others were."
Adam was as confused as ever. "The others? You mean all of the people you killed?"
"Of course, you fool! You see, what you don't understand is this, my lord has told me to eradicate the thirty that are here to save this begotten world."
"Save... the world?" Alex muttered, confused.
"Yes, they are here to save the world from the forces of darkness, and start the judgement."
Adam knew about the "judgement", it was when the entire population was going to be judged on whether they go to heaven or to hell. Was it true? That means that the whole thing about religion and everything could be completly true...
Adam wasn't the most aviid beliver in religion. During his teenage life he was totally atheist. He had started to belive again, but he wasn't a missionary or anything.
"Yes, and Adam Benner, you are one of them that my lord told me to kill. You are number twenty-one on my list." Judas turned around, and looked at the wall while he was talking. "What your god doesn't understand is this... I am much more powerful than you, and all of your 'team'."
Adam just stood and listened, he couldn't belive this. He was standing there, and thought Judas was crazy. He didn't even think Judas was his real name, that's the name that was left at most of the murders. He didn't, no he couldn't belive this.
Then he remembered the nurse...
"The nurse, yes, she is one of us..." Judas said.
"What??" Adam had just been thinking of the nurse. How did Judas know what he was thinking?
"I already told you, I'm different, you are different. Yes, I can read your thoughts. I know your every move before you make it." Judas explained.
"So, why don't you kill me now?"
"I'm in here. If I kill you now, I will be shot, and I can't die now. Not when I'm so close to my goal."
"So you can die, then?" Alex asked.
Judas spun around, "Of course I can die. Everything and everyone can die, even the gods, everything. What makes them immortal is the fact that everyone thinks they're immortal!"
Adam started to grip it, he still couldn't belive it, but he finally understood. "So why am I a part of this?" He asked.
Judas chuckled, "Because I chose you."
"What? How did you do that, wait... The arrow, right?" Alex remembered the nurse saying that the arrow was tipped with something.
"Very good."
"So, how many of your kind are there?" Alex asked.
Judas paused for a second, "I don't know. Maybe just me, maybe there are hundreds. Maybe thousands."
"And there are only 30 of mine?"
Judas gave a slight grin, "It doesn't really matter, I only have to kill 30. That's all I was sent for."
What was he thinking? It was like a game for him, he only had to kill 30, that's 30 human beings!
"They are not human beings!" Judas yelled.
"Shut the hell up man!" The guard outside the cell yelled. "Why don't you shut up?" Adam said back to him.
"What did you say?" He walked up to the cell, "did you hear me Benner? I asked what you sa--" His gun was at his chin. Adam was holding it. "Open the damn cell..." The guard closed his eyes for a moment, and grabbed his keys. The cell door opened with a clank, and Adam walked out aiming the pistol at the guard. He glanced back toward the cell, it was empty. He spun around and looked into the cell, Judas was gone. Adam turned around again, and the guard was rushing at him, Adam lifted the pistol and fired out of reflex. The guard dropped to the ground, blood flowing from his forehead, and just layed there...
Adam held the pistol for a moment, realizing what just happened. He didn't even want to fire the pistol, it just happened. Just like how the nurse was pushed out of the window.

It didn't really matter, he left the police station out the back. He knew it wouldn't be long before the whole country was looking for him. He decided to clear his nerves.
Adam walked into the church, looked around, at the end of the aisle, there was a life size cross with a marble representation of Jesus crucified.
It had been a long time since Adam had been in a church. He didn't even know why this is the place he had gone, he just looked up, and he was there. It didn't really matter, he just wanted a quiet place to calm himself a little bit, and this was it.
The place was empty, save a couple of lit candles. Adam went and sat down in the front pew. He closed his eyes and leaned his head backwards.
Where could Judas have gone? What was he talking about, the whole thing? This could mean the end of the world. But he couldn't trust Judas, he was a killer, a maniac! But wasn't he too? He had killed the nurse, and the guard in the station... But that meant, what? How is it, if Judas was working for the "lower power", that Adam could kill without thinking twice? He was confused again. There were too many questions, and almost no answers.
"What are you doing?"
Adam jerked his head up quickly, a priest was walking his way, a quizzical look on his face. "Oh, I'm sorry, I-I was just-" He didn't know what to say, he didn't even know what he was doing there. "I'm sorry, do you want me to leave?"
The priest looked at him for a second, "Well, it is, rather early." The priest pointed to a clock hanging on the wall. It was a quarter after 4. Adam got up off of the pew, and made his way out of the church, he turned and looked at the priest one last time, and an extremly worried face, which faded quickly to a stern look.
He decided that it would be best to go to a motel, and he found one at the edge of town. It was noon when he finally made it to the motel. He talked to the clerk, and got the keys for the room, and went and layed down. He fell almost instantly asleep.
Adam quickly woke up and looked around. Where was he? It looked like he was outside, in a cemetary. There was one person, a man. He was looking down at a grave, a tear ran from his eye. He looked up for a moment, and a look of pure anger went over his face. Adam looked in that direction. Judas was walking slowly toward the man.
"You did it, didn't you..." The man said quietly.
"Of course," Judas responded, "you know I did. You know I have to. It's why I'm here."
"NO, you are a freak! You are insane! You are a killer! Why, why do you do this??" The man yelled, "You have no morals or anything! You just kill, and say that you have to!"
Judas crossed his arms, and stood there, watching. A few drops of rain fell on the tombstone.
"So, Judas, or whatever your name is, am I on that list of yours?"
"Yes."
"Then, why don't you kill me right now? Just pull out your sword, and stab me!"
Judas stood still for a moment, then opened his trenchcoat. His sword was fastened to his side. He grabbed the handle, and pulled it out. He held the sword up to the man's neck, but didn't do anything from there. Just held the sword still.
"Well, are you going to do it??" He said. Judas closed his eyes for a moment, and put the sword down. "No." He said. The man gave a wicked little smile. "I knew you couldn't." A flash of red went through the man's eyes, and Judas was thrown backwards, crashing through a large tombstone. The broken off top of the tombstone fell forward, landing in front of him. A deep throaty laughing came from the man. He raised his hand forward, it looked like the nurse's when she attacked Adam. A deep, blood red, and ending in claws. He held his hand open at Judas. A small light looked like it was in midair in front of the man's hand, and it grew to about the size of a grapefruit before launching forward toward Judas. He rolled out of the way, and the ball hit the bottom of the broken tombstone. Exploding in a diameter of about five feet.
Judas was thrown about ten feet to the left of the explosion. He landed hard on his right shoulder. Then just layed there.
Judas wasn't moving, and the man was walking quickly toward him. He grabbed the back of Judas' coat, and lifted him up. Right as Judas' feet touched the ground, his sword went through the man's midsection. Judas pulled the sword out, the man falling to the ground. Judas gripped his shoulder, and limped away as quickly as possible, looking back only once at the man, who's blood was staining the grass a deep red around him.
Adam quickly sat up in the bed. A cold sweat ran down his face. He glanced out the window. Sunset. God, he had been asleep for seven or eight hours! What a sleep it was, too. Could it have really happened? That dream, it was too real to disregard, but, it was unreal at the same moment. How could that man have done that? He had just about killed Judas, which was a hell of a task. It doesn't matter if it was real or not, Judas was still alive, and Adam knew how to end this whole thing now.
He layed back down, and decided to get some more sleep...

... And the evening and the morning were the fourth day ...

And God said, let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.

Sunlight streamed through the windows of the motel room. Adam opened his eyes, and sat up. His eyes hurt from the light. He was still tired, it must be early, he thought. He looked at his watch, 9:30. He was surprised. He had slept deeply through the night. Somehow, that surprised Adam, he was never able to sleep that well. Oh well, it didn't matter, he was up now. And he had to find Judas. Judas was the cause of everything, and he knew that he had to kill Judas. He decided that the best thing he could do would be to rent a car, since the police were more than likely searching everywhere in his house. He went to the airport, which was only a few miles away. Inside, he went to the rent-a-car, and filled out the registration sheet to rent the car, and at the bottom signed Eric Price.
"Well, here you go, Mr. Price." the woman behind the counter said. She handed him the keys, and gave him the forms to put in the car concerning gas and everything. Adam wasn't worried about it, he didn't intend on bringing the car back anyway.
He thanked her, and started on his way out of the airport. At the exit, he saw that an airport policeman was searching someone's bag. He quickly ducked behind a corner, and stood there for a second. He waited for a couple of minutes, and checked again. Still there. He leaned against the wall, and stood there for a moment. He noticed people walking by, some would look at him, and the ones that would look at him would turn and quickly leave. He didn't understand that, but then it hit him. Anyone who kills or whatever then gets away always has their picture put up on television. He shook his head, and looked up. There was a tall woman looking straight at him. She was just standing there, and looking with a confused look on her face. Then her eyes shot open, and she quickly started running in the direction of the exit. Right toward the airport policeman. Adam sighed quickly, then turned and ran toward the exit.
The policeman looked up as he was handcuffing the man. He pushed him to the ground, and pulled a pistol as the woman reached him. "Freeze! Stop where you are!" the policeman said. Adam slowed down, and stopped, putting his hands into the air. The policeman took one of his hands, and put it behind his back, preparing to cuff him also.
A flash of red went through his mind. Silence for a moment. Then screams.
He opened his eyes, his hands were at his sides, and blood was splattered everywhere. He looked around, the policeman, the woman, and the man that was being arrested, they looked like they had been torn open forcefully, their rib cages ripped upwards toward their faces. Adam staggered for a moment. He didn't realize at first, and ran out the door. He made his way quickly to the rental car, and drove off. Out of the airport.
He realized what he had just done, he didn't know how he had done it, but he did. He knew that somehow it was his fault. What happened? He couldn't figure it out. That was getting rather old to him. He was tired of not knowing what was going on. He stopped caring. That's what he had to do. He didn't have to worry about it, really. He was just worried about Judas. He just wanted to find Judas. He decided to find the cemetary and see if his dream was true. It looked like it had been East Cemetary, where they had buried his father a few years ago.
He stopped on the side of the road as he got to the cemetery. He got out, and walked around the cemetery, looking for the tombstone that had been destroyed. He passed a maintenance building, and he heard heavy breathing coming from someone inside. Sounded injured. He opened the door slowly, Judas was laying on a pile of boxes in the corner. He was holding his shoulder, blood caked over his face. He looked up for a moment, and continued as he was.
"Judas..." Adam said, "So my dream was true. Who was that?"
After a moment, Judas slowly and painfully sat up, leaning against the back wall. He let out a long sigh. He lifted up his head, and slowly said, "One of your kind..."
Adam stepped back. Somehow, it didn't surprise him as much as he thought it would. He had already seen some of the weird things he could do. It started to rain again. A little stronger this time, Adam listened to the splattering against the roof of the maintenance building. Judas looked toward the roof. "Raining again." Adam said.
"Yes, rain is rather dramatic isn't it?" Judas muttered, "I guess this is where good conquers over evil, eh?" He slides his sword over toward Adam, "Go ahead, Angel, do it."
Angel? Was that what he was? Somehow, he didn't belive it... He took the sword up in his hands, holding it toward Judas. He put the sword down a little, "What is your name?"
"What?" Judas said, sort of surprised.
"Your name, what is it? It's not Judas, what is your real name?" Adam asked, putting the tip of the sword to the ground.
"It doesn't matter, does it? I should be dead in a few seconds..."
"No, I want to know your name." Adam said strictly. Judas sat there for a moment, just staring at him. Then the sound of sirens echoed behind them. Adam closed his eyes, and cursed himself.
"Well, looks like our feud will continue for a little longer, at least." Judas said.
"Come out of the building with your hands in the air!" A police officer from outside yelled. Adam looked out the crack of the barely open door. There were three cars, and about five or six officers. "Benner, we know you're in there, it will be much easier if you just come out with you hands up!"
"How do I control these powers or whatever?" Adam said quickly.
Judas sat for a moment, reluctant to answer. "If you don't help me, they will kill me, and you will be short of your goal, how do I use these damn powers??" Adam yelled.
"It's instinct, you just use them." Adam heard, Judas' mouth didn't move. He heard it inside his head. "Instinct?"
"Yes, instinct..." Judas said out loud, "You just used one of them..."
Adam kicked the door open, and a flash of red went through his mind. He heard gunshots, and an explosion. He felt his body flying through the air, the red went away as the ground rushed up into his face.

... And the evening and morning were the fifth day ...

So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.

Adam's head pounded intensly. He was laying in mud, it was still raining. he opened his eyes, he was in a square hole, he looked up, he was about six feet down. A grave. He sat up, and felt like he was going to vomit. He put his weight on his elbow, and sat for a moment, gathering his thoughts. After about ten minutes, he stood up, and pulled himself out of the hole, he was still in the graveyard. It was dark, but he figured it was from the rain clouds, he wondered what time it was. He looked at his watch, the face was broken. He took it off, and dropped it back in the grave.
He was at a different part of the graveyard, he looked around, he saw the broken tombstone from his dream. He felt his face, there was blood all over it, from a large cut in his forehead. He wondered where Judas had gone. He wondered what had actually happened when he went outside the building. Why hadn't the police taken him to the hospital, or to jail? Maybe Judas did something to help, but why? Was this conflict really that important? Did Judas save him just so he could fight him later?
He had called him Angel, what was that about? Was he really an Angel? He thought he would know if he was, he had lived 26 years just like a normal person. How could he become an angel now? Maybe he had been one his whole life... Maybe this was the time for the angels and the demons to have the last fight, maybe this WAS the judgement. Like he had thought before, he wasn't religious, but maybe he should be. Maybe this was the real thing, like what had been taught in church. Maybe life was going to be weighed, and judgement was going to be done. But Judas had called him an angel, maybe it didn't matter about his life. He would only have one purpose, and that would be to fight the darkness that was overtaking this world. Was he doing that? Was Judas the darkness that he was suppossed to be destroying? He figured that had to be it. But what about other demons or evil that would be trying to take over?
He headed back toward the maintenance building. As he approached it, he saw all of the other policemen checking the place out. He ducked into a small group of trees. He watched as they were cleaning up the peices of an exploded car. The one he heard, Adam guessed. He walked the opposite way.
He came out of the forest, and walked down the road, he figured the police would see him eventually, but he didn't care. He went to the church.
As he walked in, about two hundred faces turned to look at him. The priest at the front, who was in the middle of a sermon, stopped and looked at him, mouth halfway open. Everyone was just looking, and then they started chattering to themselves, and he realized that he must look terrible. He walked down the middle of the church, toward the alter. The priest backed up a little, in defense. Adam didn't understand that, but he just made his way to the alter.
"Help me." Adam said slowly. The preist was still backing away. "Please..."
"No, please leave!" The preist exclaimed.
"Why, I need help, dammit!" Adam almost fell to his knees.
The attack came quickly, a slash up Adam's chest lifted him up and threw him to the first pew. The pew fell backwards, and he landed on his back. The world was spinning, the priest came over, and picked him up. He looked old, but he picked him up without even trying. Adam was thrown into the alter, which splintered into hundreds of pieces. Adam saw that the preist had the same clawed hands which were unfortunatly familiar to Adam now.
The preist jumped backwards, and started waving his hands in a small pattern, a little ball of light started swirling around, getting bigger. It flew forward just as Adam was jumping to the side. The explosion sent him high into the air.
Everything seemed to be going in slow motion, he saw the explosion in detail, and saw the priest move back from the explosion. He noticed all of the people who were still running out of the church in horror, and he saw the ground as he landed hard on his side.
The priest came over and picked him up, then slammed him up against the wall. Little red pinpoints were in the back of his eyes, and it looked like he had no iris at all.
The light streaming in through the windows dimmed, and a dark shade of red could be seen. The preist looked around, and let go of Adam and walked around, looking at the church. Adam grabbed a candlestick that was laying on the ground. He ran up behind the priest, who turned around, and got hit in the forehead. Blood splattered around on the ground, and the preist layed there, with blood pooling around his head. He looked normal, with no odd qualities at all. Just a large wound where Adam had hit him.
Adam dropped the candlestick, which was also covered in blood, and ran out of the church. The dark clouds now had the dark red color in them, and parts in the clouds had red light streaming down from them. People were looking up in amazement and wonder, cars crashing into each other, and all around chaos as people started panicking.
Adam heard a slight crumbling behind him, and saw Judas standing on the roof of the church, which was crumbling before him. Judas dropped down, swinging his sword quickly, Adam dodged to the side, and grabbed a large peice of wood from the church. As he lifted it up, he felt a searing burning in his skin. He dropped the peice of wood, and saw blisters forming on his palms from the wood. The wierd thing was that the wood was cool to the touch, it burned when he held it..
Judas swung again, Adam ducked quickly, then came up hitting Judas in the face. Judas backed up a little bit, and felt his nose, he was bleeding. Judas thrusted the sword forward, but Adam moved to the side, then grabbed Judas' wrist and cracked it accross his knee. Judas cried out as his sword clanged on the ground. Adam pushed the sword away with his foot, and while still holding his wrist, started hitting Judas in the face. Judas finally pulled his wrist free, and backed up a little. Adam's mind flashed red...
After his mind cleared, he saw that Judas had been thrown backwards into a streetlight pole, which was bent down from the impact, and Judas was laying on the ground, his back was twisted and he was breathing quickly and painfully. A bright flash of lightning lit up the backround, there was no sound.
Judas looked up painfully, "So, you-you've won. I couldn't finish my task..." A thin stream of blood trailed out of his mouth. "Please, do something for me... Take my sword, and... Finish me off... I can go back to..." He winced in pain, "Please..."
Adam walked over, and picked up the sword, it was cold in his hands. He walked back over to Judas. He held the sword tight, Judas opened his mouth and slowly said, "David..."
"What?" Adam asked.
"My... name... David..." Judas' eyes were closed, he was breathing very painfully. Adam stood for a moment, the sword was shaking from his hands. He couldn't belive this had just happened.

He thrust the sword downward, into the body of flesh before him, which let out a slight gurgle, blood pouring from his mouth. Then silence from him... The lightning flashed quickly far away...

... And the evening and morning were the sixth day ...

And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.

Adam pulled the sword from Judas' body slowly. He held it downward, seeing the blood stream to the edge and drip off. He couldn't belive that Judas was actually dead, it didn't seem real. The past few days were the most intense he had ever lived through, and Judas was the center of it, wasn't he? Now Judas was dead, and the sword that he had used to kill all of those people, was in Adam's hands. He saw another flash of lightning, and heard a huge explosion, and saw a shower of sparks erupt from a lightning bolt hitting the surface of the street. It couldn't have been 20 feet away.
Adam looked around, for the chaos that had been going on not ten minutes ago, it was eerily silent. He could hear the wind blowing through the trees, it looked like an earthquake had happened, buildings were destroyed, trees uprooted, sparks flaring all over. He walked like it didn't mean anything. It didn't to him, nothing mattered, Judas was dead, but everything was still going crazy.
Then, he approached another church...
It was wrong, the cross was upside down, red light was flooding out of it, and the wood that was it's walls was pure black. It looked like the only building that was still standing. He slowly walked forward, the sword clanging on the ground as he walked. He pushed the door open, and stood, shocked, the pews of the church looked like they were made of obsidian, pure black rock. They were fused into the floor which also looked like obsidian. Intricate carvings covered the edges of the pews, and a blood red carpet was rolled out to the alter. The alter looked like the same black wood as the church, but had red stripes going with the grain of the wood, and had a dark red cloth covering the top. The red light that he saw from the outside was filling the place, but didn't seem to have a source. The door shut quickly.
Adam spun around, but there was nobody there. He looked around, suddenly the lights died down, and all there was was the flickering candlelight. The shadows were dancing on the walls. Adam heard the woosh as something flew by him. He spun around, but nothing.
He heard it again. Again he looked, but there was still nothing. He ran to the door, but it was locked. He backed up a little, and rushed forward, slamming his shoulder into the door. Nothing. He raised the sword, and brought it down on the handle of the large door. It sparked off with no effect. He raised the sword again, but when he swung it, it stayed in midair. He couldn't move it, something was holding it. He looked up to the sword, but nothing was there. The sword was just stuck in midair. Then something grabbed his shoulders, he was slammed face-first into the door in front of him. He turned around and swung the sword wildly, but there was nothing there.
Someone walked up behind the alter. He had black hair, streaked back. A long black trenchcoat that reached to his boots, and a slight red glow from his eyes. He looked around Adam's age, roughly twenty-five to thirty. He moved out from behind the alter and started walking forward toward Adam. He just stood and held the sword tightly. The man stopped about ten feet away, just looking at Adam. He put his hands behind his back, and stared.
"Who are you?" Adam said, breaking the still silence.
"Your master. Of course. Who did you think I was?" He said.
"What do you mean, my master? Nobody is my master."
The man let out a slight laugh, "Everyone has a master, a man higher than him. Someone to, protect, and for protection, recieves service."
"Protection? Nobody has protected me!" Adam blurted.
The man smiled, and looked down at the ground, "are you so sure about that?"
Adam almost fell over, it wasn't Judas the whole time. Judas meant nothing, just a pawn, just like him. A pawn... "Yes, yes you are a puppet... Mearly a peon. In fact, Judas did mean something to me. It was good for me that you killed him. He wasn't, mine. He opposed me, and, you killed him. One of the services that you will, and have already, given me." He chuckled slowly.
Adam swung forward quickly, the sword going right by the man's head. He missed. Adam looked at his face, the man had moved out of the way of the sword. There was no way he could have seen that coming! The man backhanded Adam, flinging him into a row of pews. His sword flew into the air, the man catching it by the handle as it fell. He walked over, and pointed the sword at Adam, laying on the ground. He raised the sword, and Adam was picked up also. Adam was held about three feet above the ground. It felt as though his lungs were being held shut. He couldn't breath.
"How would you like to die tonight, Adam Benner?" The man said. "Well, it's true that you disobeyed me, but, you do still have services to give." Adam fell to the ground, finally able to breath. The man grabbed his shirt, and whipped him back behind him, crashing into another pew. "Just so you know, I can kill you right now, and it wouldn't matter one bit. I have hundreds more just like you."
"Then why are you here now?"
"Because, you are the one who will give me the most trouble. The rest have given their souls and bodies to the cause."
"Wait, Judas said that he was under the powers of darkness, wouldn't that be, you?"
"Judas was a fool, he thought wrong. He was duped by your 'powers of light'." He starts laughing wildly, "Now, isn't THAT ironic? The powers of heaven duped people to fight for them!"
"How did you get your people to fight on the side of yours?" Adam asked.
"Simple, I threaten them. I tell them that if they don't fight for the cause, that they will positively burn with eternal pain and torment if they don't help."
"Won't they burn anyway?"
The man looks menicingly at Adam, and smiled again, "You really don't know when to quit, now do you? Now, this is simple, you go to the old church, where you killed Judas, and wait. That's all. Now, go, be there or I will kill you right here and now." He threw the sword to Adam. "You deserve it more than I do, huh?" The door flew open, and Adam left quickly, walking back toward the old church...

... And the evening and the morning were the seventh day ...

And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made, and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made. And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made.

Nothing was left of the church, it had crumbled before him, he watched it. He thought Judas had done it, but Judas was fighting for the side of good the whole time. HE was the one who was fighting for the darkness. Why? He didn't know, he didn't know much anymore, but he didn't really care much anymore either. He wasn't feeling anything, he was just there. He sat down on a large peice of the church, and felt a searing heat going through his body, and he jumped up quickly.
An explosion ripped the side of a building apart beside him, and a man walked through the fire. He was tall, long grey hair went down a little below his shoulders, tied into a ponytail. His eyes were so blue they almost glowed. He was wearing a white robe-looking garment that wrapped around his neck and chest and fell behind him. He stopped about five or so feet away from Adam.
"So you are the one who was sent back to kill me..." The man said, in an almost monotonous tone.
"Was I? I wasn't told why I was sent here." Adam replied. The man cracked a thin grin, "Well, your 'leader', seems anything but." He raised the sword, and swung it forward toward Adam, who raised his own sword in defense. Sparks flew from the clashing weapons, and both men drew back.
"Tell me something, why is it, that if my purpose is to do HIS bidding that I have lived a life? Wouldn't I have been down in Hell?" Adam asked. The man ran forward again swinging the sword, Adam ducked, and swung low, but the man blocked it easily. They both drew back once again.
"Ha, you have been in Hell all of your life... You just don't understand what the concept of Hell is, do you?"
The man attacked again, the swords crashing off of one another, neither gaining advantage, until the man hit Adam in the knee. Adam winced in pain as he dropped to the ground, he rolled away and leaned against a building, holding his knee. The man walked forward.
"Hell, as well as Heaven, are both right here... Right on this earth. If a man is evil in his life, then when, or if, he is born again, his life will be hell, nothing in it will go right, he will have a life of pain and torment. Of course, there are times when he will feel happiness, but nothing considering what pain he feels. And that means that if a man is good through his life, helping others, accepting the lord, whatever, then when he is born again, he will have a life full of happiness, there will be sadness, only because there has to be sadness for there to be happiness. You have lived a life of pain, haven't you? You have been in Hell for 26 years, ever since you were born. But now, now that the judgement is upon us, you may spend eternity going through this life of pain and Hell."
Adam looked at the ground, his life had surely been a living hell, nothing ever seemed to go right. He wondered what he may have done in a past life to deserve it. Well, it didn't matter, he knew that this was his time. Maybe he could right the wrong, maybe there was a way he wouldn't have to live this again and again...
"Is there anything I can do? What can I do to stop myself?"
The man stood there, looking quizzical for a moment. "You know the man that sent you here?"
"Yes."
"Kill him. Send him through a life of pain and misery." The man said, he turned and started to walk away. Kill him? He remembered when he had tried before. He was almost killed himself... Well, he had nothing to lose, right? Adam stood up, his leg was fine. He didn't understand, but he didn't care, he never did understand. He walked in the direction of the other church...

The man sat and watched, he had just fought Adam, but he wasn't trying. He knew he could have killed him in two swipes. Now he watched as Adam walked into the dark church. The man jumped from the broken building he was on to the roof of the church. He dropped down to a window and watched. Adam was inside, he was kneeling before the demon. Just as always...
Inside, Adam knelt down to the man, he knew that if the first attack didn't kill the man, that he would die himself... Then he saw his chance, the man turned his back, saying how stupid it was that Adam had come back after losing to his opponnent. Adam sprung up, sword in both hands, and thrust forward.
The man dodged to the side.
Adam almost fell face first into the ground, but was held up by something, then was lifted so he wasn't touching the ground. Then blackness...
The demon had killed him again, the man outside sighed, same as last time. He had even healed Adam's leg this time. The demon knew every time, he knew just like the man knew, even Judas had known, which seemed wrong, Judas was a normal human. He just didn't think he was...
Adam himself was a fighter for the good, he didn't know it himself. Judas did know. Had he thought that Adam were evil, he would have helped him, and good would have most certainly won. But evil tricked Judas and Adam, both were decieved by the darkness. And Adam killed Judas... He would change that next time, definatly, next time, he would tell Judas about the whole thing. Then maybe this chain would stop and the judgement would finally begin...

... And the evening came, the next day, a child named Adam was born ...