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Desirée watched from her strapped down position as they worked fiendishly to create the copy of their hope into deciphering what it was that gave her protection from all their tests.
Fools! They had eyes, but couldn’t see.
Just then she felt a stirring within her spirit. As if in echo the lights of the state of the art facility flickered. The scientists looked up in alarm.
“What was that?” One exclaimed.
The lights flickered again. In alarm the scientists began straightening from their unholy task altogether.
“Back to work! No distractions!” The lead scientist groused nastily, but as his subordinates’ heads lowered to their work his look of annoyance turned to worry as the lights continued to flicker. His eyes met Desirée’s, as a scream rang out from somewhere beyond the laboratory.
“Oops.” Desirée said with satisfaction. It was the first time that she’d said anything at all to her tormentors that had tried everything to part her from the protective shield that God had erected around her in the form of her ministering angels.
“What’s that? What did you say?” The scientist asked loudly stepping closer to her.
“You lost.” Desirée said simply.
“Lost what?” He groused out in reply.
“The war, a very long time ago.”
The scientist’s face wrinkled up in disgust, “I hate you Christians! I couldn’t say how many of you stupid believers in a dead Messiah that I’ve had strapped across examination tables and always it’s the same! Always so hopeful and all! Life’s not like that sister! No, it’s not and when I find a way through to you it will be chop chop chop!” He laughed out maniacally, as if in jest to some private joke and Desirée turned her head away being at a complete end in terms of attempting to rescue and aid these disciples of darkness and crookedness into seeing the light.
They to a one were solely invested in what does not profit at all. More screams broke out and then the whole place rattled hard like a plane experiencing prolonged turbulence.
“What the ….” Exclaimed a scientist foully.
“What is going on in this place? How do they expect us to accomplish work under these circumstances? Frank, go check out what’s going on. The rest of you make up some clothes for her. Just print them out. Now let me see. Nice, very nice! I wouldn’t mind having a go at her myself.”
Desirée turned her head away with disgust, as the others laughed and said much the same.
The lab door slammed shut abruptly and all the scientists turned to view the return of Frank, as to ascertain a clue, as to what was going on outside. He was as white as a sheet and looked about on the edge of a psychotic break, as the facility rattled hard again.
“Well, what is it man?” The lead scientist demanded.
The man stammered unintelligibly all the while pointing down the hall from where he’d just come from.
“Spit it out man! We have work to do!”
“A storm! There’s a windstorm!” The man stammered out intelligibly at last.
“What nonsense! We’re 5000 feet below ground man!”
“No you don’t understand! It’s devouring the facility!” Frank insisted, as he stumbled to a nearby screen display and with a few clicks of the mouse brought up a television security feed of the main staging area of this underground city complex.
A storm was indeed ripping the place apart. In shocked disbelief those within the lab watched as a dark swirling mass of wind swirled about destroying all that it touched, even as lightning flashed within the storm itself.
Everything that the storm winds touched literally became nothing. Even as the storm was wrecking a terrible vengeance upon the underground city, figures could be seen swirling around within the storm. Some of them seemed apart from the storm’s vengeance, while others were bearing the brunt of it.
One scientist whispered, “A whirlwind of God?”
“What? Impossible! Why I’ve never heard…….”
The whole facility shook, as many of the figures only seen before in the swirling mass of darkness, suddenly went hurling all about colliding with the architecture of the city with the force of missiles going off.
“Oh my …” The lead scientist remarked in the speechless aftermath, as he and all the other viewers in the room saw the forms of demons and other entities of darkness picking themselves up out of the rubble of their landing positions to then only be seen fleeing through the facility as fast as they could go in the opposite direction away from the whirlwind of destruction that had descended upon this foul place of man’s misguided creation.
The fleeing minions of darkness mowed down security forces closing in on the site of the disturbance that seemed to stretch up through the rock layers like an invisible stairway to heaven.
“It must be about her! God doesn’t want us to get our hands on the technology that shields her! Get her out of here!”
Desirée was abruptly hustled from the room. She went grudgingly, which slowed the advance of the flabby lab technicians taking her to yet some other undisclosed holding area.
Silently she prayed for Victor, as she felt that he was somewhere very near. Something amazing was occurring and she wanted to be a part of it just as her man even now was.
He had come for her, but even more so God had intervened in the matters of the corruption of this place that had seemingly gone unchecked through the years of its deplorable exploitation of the masses of clueless people that populated the surface of the Earth. She prayed heartily for the places destruction all the while hoping not to be destroyed with it.
Seeing her chance she elbowed one technician in the face. He let off a scream of gurgled pain as blood squirted from his broken nose.
Desirée twisted free of the grip of the other lab technician and kicked him in the knee cap. He fell and lay clutching at his knee sobbing, as she danced back away from the others, who had been following, and alluded their grasps for her as she took off down a side hallway intent on returning back towards the storm ravaging apart this inner Earth hell hole.
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