5Kitty lie in bed in deep, dark thought. Did she miss him? Did she hate him? Did she love him? N-ye-no. She couldn't, until, he died. But no, he was a coward, he cried, death is not painless, death is good, he was a crybaby, a coward, a defeatist. Wait, what was she, some Czech infidel? No. Wait, she was for Czech, she was confused. Him, or Henry? Scratch Henry out, he was too close of a friend for love. Then, it-it must be him. She had no one else. Where was he? Heaven, or Hell? Was he gone, or just missing? She didn't know about him, but she did know one thing that was missing.
Matthew 6:21: "For where your heart is, there shall your treasure be also."
Jane. That was her name. Where was she? Unknown. She knew her name. Jane F-arare? Farar? Farrar. That was it. Okay. She was fine. She knew everything now. Everything.
She felt something, something wet. A wolf towered above her fallen body. She rose her head and looked up.
"Stop, stop," she said with a smile, followed up by laughter. "Please." She fell down again and rose her legs up to her chest.
"Get up, friend," said the wolf's eyes. "We need you." Jane obeyed.
"Come, we have much work to do.
She went into the remnants of the god forsaken hellhole that could once be considered a bustling city.
"What happened," she heard all round her pretty ears. The demons, she replied to herself. Where should she go first? She decided to check out is her manor house was still in shape, then she'll go check out which politicians died and which lived.
As she walked around the city streets, people watched her. She's still alive, they said. We've got to tell the new, they told themselves, as they ran through the city streets only to skid their knees on cracks that surrounded the sidewalk.
She found an abandoned car. Hopefully, if she got in it, it would work and not explode half-way to her house. She decided to try a demon first. Darn. She needed a summoning circle. There was none. Should she take the chance? She'll try.
She got in the car. The keys were still in it.
"Ugh! A corpse. Get it out of here." She pushed the dead body out of the seat, repeating "ew,ew,ew". Once it was out of the seat, she slid in. The keys were still there. She turned them on. It took her three tries at least, but she finally got it. Then she put her feet to the pedal-
Boom!
The car exploded, Jane's head slammed into the air bag, staining the white with red. Her body stayed there. She drifted up, up, up she went. Into the Golden City.
She flew up, only to bounce in the air and land on a soft, fluffy cloud.
"Where am I," she wondered aloud.
"Where do you think," replied a majestic voice that could only be that of an angel's. "The Kingdom of Heaven, my dear."
"So it is real," she muttered.
"What was that, dear?"
"Nothing."
"Come here. What's your name, friend?"
"Jane Farrar."
"Farrar, Farrar," repeated.
"Agnes Farrar
Thomas Farrar
Terry Farrar
Josh Farrar
"Not that many Farrar's, are there," he said to Jane with his head down in the middle of the names.
John Farrar
Joseph Farrar"
"Oh, no," he said with a fearful look and the face of dread. "You're not on the list. You know what that means…" his voice trailed off.
"Wh-oh…oh sh-" she said but couldn't finish as she fell back through the cloud, screaming.
Down, down she went. She saw an object through her glance downward. Who was it? He was wearing black, he had a belt, with an hour glass strapped to it, and a dead flower in his robe breast pocket. He was a skeleton, and held a scythe.
"Your time is UP."
"Please, no," sobbed sorrowful Jane.
"Come with me." She followed him down, down, down, until he disappeared.
She landed in a cage, it was large, 24" by 24", she didn't know how she knew that. Where was she? Fire burned around her.
She heard a clanking sound. She turned around, to see a giant, red, huge monster, with one arm colossal, and one arm smaller than a T-Rex's. It lunged toward her. She screamed, but then, the monster was out of sight.
She awoke on the city streets of Prague. She was dazed. She saw the hazy image of Death above her.
"Be good, and follow Jesus, not yourself this time," she told him. Those words ran through her head, then, she fainted.
Kitty awoke to the sound of a roaring tea kettle. She threw off the covers and ran over to the stove to turn it off, exposing her night gown.
"You tea's ready," said Henry, unable to keep a strait face.
"Jee, thanks," replied her with rolled eyes. She poured some sarcastic tea into her cup. She went over and set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"Don't drink any. I've got to go change my cloths. Be right back," she said to Henry with a stern face.
"Okay," Henry replied with a more sarcastic look than the tea.
Kitty shut the door to her bedroom behind her and undressed. She went over to her dresser and picked out one rather quick. Since she lived on the streets, she was used to wearing the same thing every time or just randomly picking, unlike other girls that spend hours trying to figure out what to wear.
She went back over to the door, and changed into her all blue attire. She put a belt around her waist under the blue dress and unlocked the soor. She went out, putting her blue-green shirt on as she went.
The girl pulled her head out, only to see Henry finishing his tea cup and drinking out of hers.
"Henry, dern it," she screamed and sprinted over while he ran so she could ring his neck.
Jane went into the church building. She thought she better do that. It was Lutheran. She went over to a man in a long robe holding a KJV Bible.
"Um, who are you," she asked with a raised, curious brow.
"Why, I'm the pastor," he replied with a smile