Prophecy: Rapture

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Message from the Author

  Dedications

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Chapter Thirty-four

  Chapter Thirty-five

  Chapter Thirty-six

  Chapter Thirty-seven

  Chapter Thirty-eight

  Chapter Thirty-nine

  Chapter Forty

  About the Author

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  Copyright Notice

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  The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental.

  Message from the Author

  I must apologize for the delay in getting PROPHECY back out for sale. My original intent was to give the entire book a new cleaning edit, but I kept dragging my heels and finding reasons not to do it…subconsciously, of course.

  Finally, a friend pointed out to me that the mental block to doing that edit just might be the inherent temptation to rewrite PROPHECY into something more to my current tastes. That having never been my intent, and my friend being, in all likelihood, completely correct about me… She does know me well. I decided to give PROPHECY nothing more than a quick spit polish and send her back out into the world.

  That in mind, please remember that PROPHECY was the first novel I ever wrote and the first I edited. I have grown significantly as a writer since those days, but this is a slice in time when I was not so polished.

  Happy reading!

  Brenna Lyons

  Dedications:

  Dedicated to my husband, Tamer, and all the guys of the old MSP crew, especially the Roberts. You know who you are.

  To Dorothea, my first proofreader; vicious...just for you.

  To Dawn and Cecily, my first readers.

  To Suzanne, my first editor.

  And to Lisa who always believed in me...even when it cost her money.

  Chapter Twenty-three

  May 26th, 2001

  Kyla’s mind and body buzzed in awareness. There was something wrong, but she couldn’t get a handle on what it was. Gram had told Joe she would be safe. Heather had told Kyla they would both be safe. Why couldn’t she shake this feeling?

  All of her nerves were on fire with a surge of electricity that kept building as the day wore on. She paced the room. Then she decided to do something to blow off steam.

  She went to the wide space they’d created when they’d moved the two beds together and took a stance between the bed and the wall, checking the distances to walls and furniture before she started her kata.

  Kyla had learned the beginners’ kata in karate class when she was a child, a whirling dance which took her through all of the basic movements, over and over again. Her movements were strong and fluid. Sweat soaked through her shirt as the concentration required calmed her mind.

  Kyla wished that she had been allowed to continue with karate. Even more than dance, it had made sense and order of her disorganized thoughts. She could always lose herself in the concentration it required until nothing broke in. Kyla’s mind cleared, and she found herself moving smoothly around the space, though she no longer registered the walls or the bed.

  * * *

  Joe opened the door to speak to Kyla and stopped short. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled. He recognized what she was doing, of course. Joe never knew that Kyla had actually studied martial arts, though in hindsight, he should have realized it.

  But more than that, he had never seen the movements pass so gracefully before. Maybe it was the years of dance he knew she’d taken. The effect was enchanting.

  He sighed. Joe hated to disturb her, but he had to talk to her for a few minutes. He closed the door and crossed the room to her. When Kyla didn’t respond to her name, Joe tapped her on the shoulder.

  The effect was startling. Kyla whirled around, and her fist struck him in the chest. Surprised, Joe was fairly lifted off his feet before he landed a foot further back and solidly on his tailbone.

  Kyla came to her senses. She bent to touch his arm, and her face blushed a deep crimson. “I’m so sorry. You surprised me.” She helped Joe to his feet.

  He moved slowly, rubbing first the spot on his chest and then his sore tailbone. “Why do you need a protector again?” he grumbled.

  “To take care of Harris,” she reminded him. “Maybe it was a warning to you to stay on your toes.”

  “No. If I would have been on my toes, I would have landed harder.”

  Kyla tried in vain to suppress a laugh at that one.

  “Just don’t tell Eric you knocked me on my ass. He’s halfway in love with you now. That would push him over the edge.”

  “You’re kidding, right?” she asked.

  “Sort of. He’s fascinated with you. I think he’s impressed that you’re as hard to call as he is himself.”

  Kyla relaxed visibly. “What did you want to tell me?”

  “We’re getting ready to leave. We’ll be back in two hours.”

  “That explains it.”

  “Explains what?”

  “Why I’m so nervous. We’ve been joined at the hip for the last six weeks. Pathetic isn’t it? I swore I would never depend on anyone, and here I am, practically in a panic because my protector is leaving me for two hours.”

  Joe smiled. It wasn’t Kyla’s protector leaving that bothered her, and he knew it. It was him leaving. Joe enveloped her in his arms. “It’s not pathetic at all. I’m in a panic, and you’re not protecting me.” He tipped her face up. “I’ll be back soon, and you’re never really alone. I’ll be with you here.” He kissed her forehead.

  Kyla nodded. “I know. In my heart and in my mind.”

  Joe grinned. “Besides, I’m bringing you back a present. No peeking in here.” He tapped his temple.

  * * *

  The trip took longer than Joe had anticipated. The buzzing in Kyla’s nerves got worse with every moment he was gone.

  After three hours, she was pacing the perimeter of the library while Gram crocheted in the chair. Kyla muttered curses under her breath as she made the far turn again.

  “Calm down, Kyla. It will be fine.”

  “I can’t, Gram. I’ve tried. I just can’t.”

  The older woman shook her head. “Why can’t you trust that there is a plan? As long as you’re true to yourself, you can’t help but do exactly what you’re destined to do.”

  “So much for free will.”


  “Not at all. You can choose not to follow your heart, not to adhere to your ethics and morals. That would be disastrous, but you could choose to do it.”

  “So, the texts could be wrong?” Kyla asked.

  “Only if you choose not to be what you are,” Gram answered patiently.

  “I don’t think I understand.” Kyla took a seat in the other wingback.

  “As long as you stand firm and be who you are, no outside force can stop what is to come. Anything they do will only aid in the future the texts portray.”

  “Like Oedipus? If his father hadn’t ordered him killed, he would have known who his parents were. He might still have killed his father, but he certainly wouldn’t have married his mother. But his father brought about the end result by trying to avoid it. Is that what you mean?”

  “Very good. The texts say you will be of a pagan family. Later, they call you a Child of Christ. They already caused that. When they killed the Parks, they caused that very thing to happen.

  “There was some question about the priest who baptized the baby, you know. No one could remember his name, though it was immaterial. Some of the relatives were Christians. It was decided that one of them had actually called him in. The police decided an inner-family squabble about religion was the least of their worries. With her breathing problems, they didn’t even check for foul play. Why would they? Everyone trusts a priest.”

  “But how can you be so calm? I know whatever is coming will be unpleasant. I hate the unknown. So, I find it very hard to embrace something that is both unknown and unpleasant.”

  “What will happen, must happen. It all happens for a greater good. The only important thing is to be true to ourselves. Even the Christian Bible says there is a season to everything and everything to its time. So, whatever happens, it is time for it to happen. Remember that.”

  Kyla nodded thoughtfully. “A time to reap and a time to sow. A time to weep and a time to laugh. A time to be born and a time to die.” A sudden cold spot settled in her stomach. “A time to die.” She stopped and replayed the thought several times over.

  Gram’s voice was soothing. “Dying is a small thing, especially for someone as old as I am. It’s just another stage of life, like learning to walk or falling in love for the first time. It should be embraced with as much zeal and not feared.”

  Kyla found it hard to meet her gaze. “Is that what the texts say?” she asked.

  Gram smiled. “No, that’s what my heart says.”

  She found it hard to breathe. “You’re not going to survive what’s coming, are you?”

  A new voice assaulted Kyla’s nerves. “I guess that depends on you.”

  Kyla didn’t need to look at him to know who it was. She would never forget his voice, but she wasn’t about to meet him with her back turned. She took to her feet and turned to face the intruder who had surprised them so effectively.

  Effectively, hell! Kyla had felt him coming all day. Why didn’t I do something about it earlier? “A time to face the music,” she whispered. Then, Kyla met his gaze. “Hello, Harris.”

  Harris smiled crookedly. “How nice of you to remember me, Kyla. I couldn’t believe it when I heard lover boy left you completely unprotected. I thought it simply couldn’t be that easy, but here we are.”

  He moved toward her, but Kyla stood her ground. There would be no running this time. “I remember more than you’ll ever know, Harris, and believe me, it won’t be that easy.” Her voice was calmer than Kyla thought she could manage. It had to be.

  Harris threw his punch. She hit the floor hard, and the world careened out of focus. A sudden curious pinch snapped her back.

  “Call him. Don’t wait any longer. Call him now,” Heather ordered.

  Kyla reached out to Joe. Consciousness was slipping away for no good reason. She locked onto Harris’s face as the world disappeared.

  * * *

  Eric and Joe rode in silence. Joe’s unease had been growing steadily for the entire time they had been in town. What was wrong with him? Was this panic of Kyla’s catchy. “Come on,” he growled at the slowly passing scenery.

  Eric glanced at him. “What is your problem?”

  “There’s something that’s not right.”

  “What?”

  “If I knew that, I wouldn’t be so damned irritated,” he snapped.

  Eric rolled his eyes. “Wonderful.”

  “Where’s Stacie?”

  “In the other truck. Why?”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “I saw her get in just before we pulled out. Believe me, I’m not letting her out of my sight. Why?”

  “I don’t know. I just know that I don’t want to lose track of her.”

  “You think something’s up?”

  “I know it.”

  Eric nodded. “We’re almost there.”

  Joe heard the cry he had been expecting all afternoon. Kyla was screaming his name. It echoed in his head, and a picture of Harris joined it.

  It was gone.

  “Shit!” Joe slammed his hand against the dashboard.

  Eric jumped. “What is it?”

  “They’re already there.”

  “Who are?”

  “Harris and his guys. We have to get back.”

  “Are you sure?” Eric asked him.

  Joe glared at him.

  “Okay, I got it. You’re sure. What is she saying?”

  Joe tried to reach Kyla, but he felt like he was screaming into the vacuum of space. He tried again with the same results. She was out of touch completely. “Off line. Damn it!”

  “What? How? This was supposed to be foolproof,” Eric complained.

  “I don’t know. She just isn’t there.”

  “She’s not...” Eric looked a little pale.

  “I don’t think so. I hope not.” The possibility propelled Joe into a different type of panic. “Why did I listen to Gram?” he berated himself. “I shouldn’t have left her.”

  “You know she’s fine. We’ll be there soon.”

  “Can we speed it up?”

  “A little. After that, we’re risking a worse delay. You know that.”

  Joe nodded. That was a delay they couldn’t handle.

  Twenty minutes later, they pulled into Gram’s. The other truck hadn’t caught up with them since they laid on speed at the end of the dirt road that led to the house. The house was quiet, and the kitchen door swung on its hinges.

  Eric looked up from the lock. “Professional.”

  Joe nodded and stepped into the kitchen. He motioned to Eric to head to the back of the house, the bedrooms and the basement, while he went forward. The hall and living room were deserted. Joe glanced at the stairs, then decided to finish the downstairs first.

  The library doors stood open. Gram’s crochet was strewn across the floor. One ball of yarn had been kicked until it unraveled into the corner of the room.

  A patch of color caught Joe’s attention. He bent to the plush peach-colored rug and ran his fingertips over the rust-colored stain that marred it. Blood, but not much. Kyla was out of contact because she was unconscious, and she wasn’t here.

  Harris knew we were coming back. Joe holstered his gun. He wouldn’t need it. For now.

  How long would Kyla be out of contact? Could she lead him to her when she woke?

  “It wasn’t supposed to happen this way,” he silently raged at Heather and the gods.

  Joe heard footsteps heading down the hall.

  “Where’s Gram?” Jason asked. “I’m starved.”

  The others had no idea what was going on. Except one of them. Joe made it to the door jamb in three long strides. He grabbed Stacie by the throat as she came through the doorway and pinned her against the wall.

  “Where is she?” he demanded.

  Jason tried unsuccessfully to peel Joe off the floundering woman. “Joe, what the hell are you doing?” he screamed. “Stop it.”

  Stacie was scarlet and gasping for breath. Joe
considered squeezing harder, until she couldn’t breathe at all, the way her friend Harris had done to Kyla. Stacie’s hands were pulling at his wrist, and her eyes were wide.

  Eric spoke softly. “Let her down, Joe. She can’t answer anything that way.”

  His hand dropped onto Joe’s shoulder, and Joe nodded and relaxed his grip. As Joe eased his hand away, Stacie slid to the floor and started gasping for breath.

  Liz waved her arms anxiously. “What is going on? Where’s Gram? Where’s Kyla? Why are you attacking Stacie?”

  Joe brought his right hand up to her eye level. The smear of blood on his fingertips stood out in startling contrast to the pale skin of his hand. “This is Kyla’s, and if she,” he motioned to Stacie with his other hand, “doesn’t tell me everything I want to know right now, I’m going to spill a lot more. All hers.”

  Liz went pale. Her skin was translucent beneath her coal-black hair. “But...why Stacie?”

  Eric dragged Stacie up by the front of her shirt. She stumbled along after him to one of the wingback chairs.

  “Why don’t you tell them, Stacie? Why don’t you tell them all about your friends Reverend Cole and Simmons? Tell them, or I’ll hurt you in ways you can only dream of.” Eric threw her at the chair.