Chanting crowds fill the streets of San Francisco. Traffic and
business are at a standstill. A few people can be seen sliding
out of
the crowd and into a decrepit Chandler hotel. Inside people are
sitting
or standing quietly, most are in tears as they continue to watch
the
live feed from Palestine on CNN. A strange light followed
by cursing
and four flailing bodies startle many of the people in the lobby
and
bar.
Maggie looks around. The first thing she notices is a woman
who
reminds her of the half-sister she left behind when her world was
destroyed by quasars. Before she can ask about what is going
on Quinn
shouts “OH MY GOD.” Shocked many people turn around and begin
making
gestures of warding.
“Enough,” a man reminiscent of Arturo shouts. “People, please.
A
little quiet is in order. Our teacher is on his way to die.”
The
television screen shows a garden at night. Soldiers, or police
officers--Maggie isn’t sure which--are breaking up some sort of
prayer
meeting. One man rushes up to another and kisses him on the cheek.
No
one can hear what they’re saying, the silence in the room is so
deep
the chanting from the street is audible. “Down with Jesus.
Down with
Jesus. Crucify. Crucify. Crucify.”
Maggie notices Colin, Remmy and Quinn--jaws dropped--staring at
the
television screen. She looks up just as more drama unfolds.
One of
men grabs a blade from an officer. If she hadn’t been in combat,
she
would have puked. The ear had fallen to the ground and blood
gushed.
The teacher, Jesus (it couldn’t be who she thought it was) picked
the
ear up from the ground, matched it to the wounded man’s head, and
when
he removed his hand the ear was attached.
“We have just witnessed a historical event. The false prophet
of the
Jews, Jesus Carpenter, has just been arrested. The Pharisees
and
Sadducees have been tracking his movements for a little over three
years. They say he claims to be the son of God. Jews
all over the
world are outraged and calling for his crucifixion. Coming
up
interviews with Rabbi Nicodemus, Mary Carpenter, and Ceasar’s Press
Secretary. Rachel Fisher, signing off.”
A short time later, the fab four found themselves in their usual
suite. This time courtesy of the Christ-Follower.
They were amazing
people. Kind. Generous. And in terrible pain.
At this point in time
the Chandler was one of their few safe houses. One they were
willing
to share. “Do you realize what we are witnessing?” Remmy
whispered.
“This can’t be what we think it is,” Quinn said. “Can it?”
“I know how we can find out,” Maggie murmured. “My half
sister,
well, her double anyway, was downstairs. I’m sure she would
hel-.” At
that moment three sharp knocks came from the door of the suite.
Colin
rose from the armchair to answer it. Maggie gasped behind
him as the
door revealed their visitor. “Leah, is it you?”
“Hi, Mags. It’s been a couple of years. I thought you
might have
some questions. Especially since you’re not from this earth.”
“How do you know that?” Remmy’s tone was full of suspicion.
“I couldn’t help but notice the strange portal you all fell out
of,”
Leah smiled wryly. “Although I wish you could have arrived
at any time
but this.”
Quinn finally ventured into the conversation, “what exactly is going
on?”
“Jesus Carpenter is a Nazarene. He teaches about love, peace
of mind,
and faith. He is a great man who has survived terrible temptation
and
returned miracles to our world. Because he claims to be the
one true
messiah and son of God, the Jews are up in arms. If this had
happened
a thousand years ago perhaps things would be turning out differently.”
“No they wouldn’t,” Remmy started. “Not on any world
would things
turn out differently.”
“What do you mean?” Just as Leah asked the question the chanting
grew
louder. “We should douse all the lights. If you have
more questions I
would be happy to answer them tomorrow.”
* * * *
It was afternoon and the sunlight streaming through the window hit
two
women quietly conversing. They had the same auburn hair and
quirky
smiles. There the resemblance ended. One was petite and the
other was,
well, not petite. The lyrical sound of their voices drifted
through
the conversation being had by three men at the next table.
“Do you think there will be riots?”
“I don’t know Quinn. These Christ--followers was it?--seem
to be a
pretty quiet bunch. They pool their resources, help anyone
who needs
it, and stay out of the way. Maybe they’ll be able to ride
it out.”
“Quinn, Remmy. The trial is about to start. Maggie,
Leah. Heads
up.”
“Thanks Colin.” Both women smiled at him and for a moment
his heart
fluttered. Before he had time to think about it the trial
coverage
started.
“This is Rachel Fisher with your live coverage of the trial of the
century. Hell, of the millennium. Pontius Pilate will
be presiding
today. Before the trial starts lets head back to New Babylon
for
related news.”
“Thanks Rachel. Isaac Cast here at the desk. A special
session of
the Sanhedrin was held this morning. After hearing several
witnesses
and attempting to hear from Jesus himself they decided to turn him
over
to secular authorities for crucifixion.
“The lead witness for the prosecution, Judas Iscariot hung himself
early this morning. Police, the first to arrive at the scene
said
forty silver pieces were scattered randomly at his feet. Sadducee
Nicodemus was quoted as saying ‘remorse was the cause of this poor
soul’s fall. Remorse and jealousy.’ Following this news
Pontius
Pilate issued a statement regarding a change in the format of the
trial. No real details were given, but we assume that it has
something
to do with the Feast.
“The Twelve Disciples also had something to say regarding this matter
and in a press release stated ‘while we are still reeling from the
arrest of our teacher, our hearts are with the Iscariots.
We don’t
blame you. We plead with the citizens of the world not to
attack or
terrorize Christ’s Followers.’
“Back to you Rachel and the Trial.”
“Thank you Isaac. For the last few minutes Pilate has been
listening
to witness after witness slander Jesus. After each one Jesus
has
refused to respond. Does this man want to die?”
On the television a man identified as Pontius Pilate asked his beaten
and bloody captive one question: “Are you the king of the Jews?”
The entire city seemed to fall silent as the soft reply was heard.
“Yes, it is as you say.”
Another prisoner was brought forth to stand by Jesus. The
crowd was
growing restless and the sliders could hear an angry murmur outside
the
walls of the Chandler.
Pilate spoke again. “Do you want me to release to you the
king of the
Jews?” Surprising many the crowd in Jerusalem echoed the chanting
outside.
“Barabbus. Barabbus. We want Barabbus. Barabbus.
Barabbus. We want
Barabbus.”
“Dear God,” one person whispered, “they would rather release
a
murdering rapist than our teacher.”
Pilate spoke again. “What shall I do, then, with the one you
call the
king of the Jews?”
“CRUCIFY HIM!” was heard round the world.
“Why? What crime has he committed?”
If anything the cries were louder this time. “CRUCIFY HIM!”
The television showed Pilate appeasing the crowd by releasing
Barabbus. Clicking off the television the Arturo’s double
turned to
face the room with tears on his cheeks. “My brothers and sisters,
the
teacher warned us that things would get difficult. Take
comfort in
his great, great love. This is a sacrifice he makes willingly.”
Back in the suite Maggie shook uncontrollably. Leah held her
as she
sobbed. Quinn looked out the window slack-jawed. Colin
kneeled in
front of the two women offering what support he could. As
usual Remmy
was the first to speak, “I can’t believe none of us asked
this
already. How many more days do we have?”
Quinn absently looked at the timer. “A month and change.
How could
he forgive them after three hours on that cross?”
“Well, if these events match up to the ones on our world we have
an
hour and a half of darkness left. Should we check out the
scientific
analysis on the earthquake, darkness and ripped veil?” Remmy
lifted
the remote questioningly.
“You speak as though you have experienced this before.” Leah
lifted
her and her green eyes begged him for answers.
“No, sweetheart I haven’t been through it. But I learned about
it as
a kid. My granny dragged me to church every Sunday.
According to the
Christian Bible, Jesus will come back to life in three days.
And we’ll
be around to see it.”
“He spoke...he went to the temple one day, the main one in
Jerusalem.
He kicked out all the vendors. Drove them out with a whip.
But what
he said that day will always stick with me. I got the transcript
of
events off www.12disciple.com...” Leah’s voice faded slowly into
nothingness as she buried her head in her hands.
Colin put his arms around her. It was the only way he could
think of
to help. He had heard of Jesus the Nazarene on his world too.
The
only reason anything survived the Black Plague was because of a
few
monks who refused to fear the disease. Followers of this same
Jesus.
The morning sun rose to an already active Chandler. Those who
were
not glued to the television were packing. They expected trouble
and
Arturo was moving to get his people to safety. The fab four
sat at a
table discussing their next move. “It should happen any time
now.”
“Remmy, what if this world is different? What if he was never
really
resurrected on our world?”
“Have a little faith Quinn.”
On the television a bright flash issued forth. It was the
feed from
Jesus’ tomb. Moments later the rioting started. Moments
later small
groups exit the Chandler. Leah is leading them all through
the city.
Remmy begins to recognize the area and begins to speak, but not
before
Maggie can grab his hand and hushed him. The Motel 12 sign
flickers
off to the right. Arturo is standing out front and tosses
Leah a key.
“Go with God,” he whispers as he disappears around the corner.
The first thing on in the little room is the television, courtesy
of
Colin. He sits on the edge of one of the queen beds, staring
intently.
The announcer can be heard throughout the little room. “Riots
have
broken out in North America. They started just as the feed
from Jesus’
tomb was disrupted. North America has always been a hotbed
of
violence. The provincial government for North America has
declared
martial in the hopes of stopping the riots. The rest of the
world is
awaiting news from--hold on folks. We have reestablished communication
with our Palestine office.”
“Rachel Fisher here. I hope the connection isn’t too bad.
We’ll have
visual feed for you soon. I arrived on the scene about ten
minutes
after the feed was disrupted. Peter and John, two of the leaders
of
the 12 Disciples organization, ran frantically past me. They
looked
like they had just seen a ghost. The huge boulder blocking
the
entrance to the tomb had been removed and no one was in sight.
Famous
former prostitute and recent convert Mary Magdalene was seen backing
out of the tomb and breaking into a run. Peter and John have
just
returned...”
“Folks, I apologize it looks like we’ve lost Rachel.”
Days later the debate is still raging. “Quinn, how can you
say they
stole his body?”
“Easy Leah. It’s not there. Dead people don’t just get
up and walk
out of a tomb.”
“Lazarus did.”
“Leah, you haven’t proven he was dead.”
“Oh, right. People just bury the living all the time.”
“Well, now girl, I’ve seen stranger publicity stunts.”
“Thank Remmy. You’re just a ton of help.”
“Hey guys they have more sightings.” Colin had been fascinated
by
sightings. He had watched every interview the travelers to
Emmaus had
granted. The apostles had been in hiding, as had most of the
Christ
Followers, but Leah had received a message on her computer talking
about the dinner sighting. He had been seen in Galilee also.
“Why
doesn’t he show himself anywhere else? He is always seen in
Palestine.”
“I don’t know.” Leah had the strangest look on her face.
She then
went headfirst onto the floor.
An hour later she was typing away on her keyboard, trying to find
proof
of the information she already had. Maggie sat beside her
reading
everything that came onto the screen. She had been
uncharacteristically quiet over the last few days. Quinn was
beginning
to worry.
“Here’s the lowdown guys. He’s back in heaven.” Maggie
turning to
Leah asked, “what does this mean for you?”
“We start helping people. And we wait for the helper he promised
us.”
“Where does that leave us?”
“Quinn, you are free to do as you please. We promised to provide
you
shelter. We have and will continue to. If you choose
to help us fine.
If you do not fine.”
The next couple of weeks saw many Christ’s followers in hiding or
the
victim of a mob. The fab four busily helped many find safe
houses and
rescued those they could. As Maggie pointed out on more than
one
occasion “we don’t have anything against defending ourselves and
others.” Terrorist attacks had become a way of life in North
America.
The provincial government had managed to stop the riots while opening
the doors to terrorism. No one had been arrested for these
random
acts. Arturo had moved his people back to the Chandler.
They needed
the rest of their safe houses for those they rescued.
It was a bright and shining morning. The cloudless blue skies
heralded a perfect day. Smiles and laughter filled the Chandler.
No
one could say why. Remmy felt a sense of foreboding.
Something was
going to go wrong. In a big way. He kept looking back.
Leah had
insisted they slide from the alley across the street. She
hadn’t given
them a reason. Maggie hugged her goodbye. They all did,
even Quinn
who had done nothing but argue with her.
“Go with God.” Those words still rang their ears as they watched
her
cross the empty street. Shrapnel flew out the bottom floor
of the
Chandler. Screams could be heard from the part of the building
that
hadn’t collapsed. Maggie was the first to find her.
She hadn’t quite
made it to the sidewalk. There was so much blood. Their
eyes met one
last time. Leah tried to smile. “Go Mags. Go with
God.”
Quinn had to drag Maggie from Leah’s side. He was still trying
to
understand what would drive a person to bomb a homeless shelter.
Arturo had turned the Chandler into a homeless shelter. This
time
sliding held no joy. Pain, sorrow, and too many questions
to answer
followed them into the vortex.
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