Title: God's messenger
Fandom: Jeremiah (TV)
Characters: Mr. Smith
Rating: R
Length: 534 words
Challenge #202 messenger
Summary: Smith is so tired of being God's messenger

warning: some angst, some dark elements


Smith was cowering under the trees in the darkness, his body trembling with cold and pain, watching the old shed. Something would happen, he couldn't say what and when, but he would have to stay and to wait because God had told him so.

„You are the messenger. Wait and see and then go out into the world to tell the people what will happen when they don't start to believe.“

It was not fun to be God's messenger. Always on the road, always alone, no place he could stay. People called him a freak, laughed about him, beat him up. Like the skinheads had done only half an hour ago.

About twenty-three men and four or five women. Cruel, callous, brutal.

„God says, it's time to make a decision,“ he had told them.
„You will never be the Lord of the world, but you can be an important part of the future. It's up to you which road you will take from now on."

As expected they had laughed and hooted; finally, they had grabbed him and dragged him to their leader.
„Look who we've found. God in person.“

He could have told them: “I didn't say, I'm God. I'm just his messenger.“ But he knew it would be in vain. People didn't need a lot of reasons to freak out when they were confronted with God's words. Who could blame them?

For sure not him. He hated the drowning voice in his head more than anything else. Mysterious prophecies he mostly couldn't understand; too many people who died in front of his eyes and he wasn't able to do anything against it. But there was no chance to escape; God would never let him go until the final end.

The skinheads hadn't shown any mercy; had beaten him up until he was lying on the ground in his own blood, barely able to breathe. But Smith couldn't hate them. They were lost like everyone was lost who was still living on this earth.

:::

A loud explosion suddenly broke the silence. The ground was shaking; the sky looked dazzlingly bright for a moment. Flames shot out of the barn, and only a minute later it was one big sea of flames. No human sound could be heard, but Smith could smell burned flesh.

Tortured he closed his eyes; hot tears running over his face. He knew there had been no escape for the people inside the barn.

„Get up!“

He refused to listen. Too worn out to move. Why? Why did he survive again and everyone else was allowed to die?

„Get up! They have made their choice."

„They never had a chance. No one has. Not after you have decided to send the Big Death. That was the beginning of the end.“

„Get up. You need to go to Inverness. Someone is waiting for you.“

Like through a big haze, the words reached his mind, got loud and louder, until he could feel them in his whole body. Someone is waiting for you. Waiting for you. Waiting!

Ignoring the pain in his body, Smith struggled back on his feet and grabbed his backpack.

THE END