The Prince of Dallas:
Hail to the Chief!
A PERFECT PLAN
Janet Truman a freelance reporter
stands outside the downtown restaurant called Six-I-Six checking her phone
making sure the address is correct; she grab hold the metal handles pulls open
the tall thick door stepping into a dark lobby lithe by candles. She stood motionless until her eyes adjusted
to the darkness noticing a tall skinny man dress in a gray suit. She advance closer to him to speak, but he
spoke first, “The master is expecting you.” He turn aside one hand behind is
back and the other leading the way. As
they walk she notice that all the tables where empty of customers, each had a
candle and plates setting, figuring the restaurant is not open for business
yet.
They arrive at two red oak doors staff
by two men in black suits, they swing them open she felt the cold blast of air
with the aroma of cooked food mix in the room.
The tall skinny man jesters for her to enter the dark banquet hall
inside it had more candles place around the walls and on elaborate candles stands;
overhead hang a candle chandelier in the middle of the huge room. She step within the strange area and the doors
slam shut behind her, one side of the room an enormous fireplace burning wood cracking
loud as the heat from the flames cut through the coldness.
The vast room empty of table and
chairs except under the candle chandelier laid a long thick wooden table a
white hair man sits in a chair at the middle of the structure. On the right side of the man she saw bottle,
canisters, jugs and cans of wines, whiskey, brandies, vodka and beer heap up
and the left side piles of meats of all types grill, stewed, roasted dripping
with thick sauce. Then Janet sighted in
front of the stack meats every kind of desserts cakes, pies and other strange
delight heavily drizzle with sugar and frosting. The man eyes follow the reporter smirking. Walking toward the table she realize the
identity of the man sitting, The Prince of Dallas (the devil), some how has summoned
her again for another meeting.
The Prince stood held out his hands
for her to sit in front of him; she could not help to ask about the bounty of
food and drinks on the table. “Are you
having a party today?”
“No,” answered
the Prince as he stares at her.
“Are you going to eat and drink all
of this stuff?” Shaking his head no, “why
do you have all this amount of food?”
“Because I can, I want everything
this world has to offer because its mine to take, this is my kingdom,” he pick
up a rare bottle of wine to inspecting it shape and content then letting it
slip through his hand breaking on the floor wasting it fluids, “want something
to eat?”
Janet did not desire to insult the
Prince by not accepting his offer of food and drink, two servers appear out of
nowhere ready to sever, “Do you have red wine?” the Prince shook his head no,
“how about some bread?”
“No I don’t have that, try the
white wine and cake,” Janet agree one of
the server open a bottle of wine pour some in her glass, the other cut a huge
wedge of cake place it in front of her drenching it with hot frosting.
“May I ask a question,” spoke Janet
as she pulling out her phone from her pocket, the Prince granted, “Well I don’t
know if you want to answerer this question; is the Anti-Christ already here?”
The Prince set back in his chair
chuckle, “I find it amusing how man thinks that this amazing person or
Anti-Christ is just one person. I do not
know if you are capable to understand if I tell you, but let me try. It not one man but its one mind, anybody with
the mind can be what you identify Anti-Christ or what I like to call him a free
thinker.”
“So you mean
someone who thinks like you”
“Yes free from
Him so I can guide them to enlightenment.”
“You mead code
word for control,” reply the Janet.
The Prince laugh, “It’s a beautiful
thing.” Suddenly he straighten claps his
hand with glee, “Now the reason I have call you here to witness history in the
making,” Janet interest perked as she watch the Prince. “Did you vote for the current President of
the United States of America?
“Well yes,”
“My next
question do you think the Vice-President will make a good President?”
Janet is
curious why he asking these questions, “Well sure I think so.”
“Good, he will be your next leader
in about 24 hours from now.” Janet felt
a cold chill, looking at him knowing he is not joking as he smirks. Her hands trembling reaching for the glass of
wine drinking haft of it quickly.
“Is he going to
be assassinated by terrorist?”
“No, he will be dead, I have
ordered a virus with his name on it to attack and he already has it.”
Janet composes her thought quickly
standing to her feet, “I’m sorry, I need to visit the restroom,” cold long thin
fingers touch her shoulder she turns to see the tall skinny man in the gray
suit showing her the way. She enter into
the lady’s room scanning to make sure she alone walk to the sink running water
on her hands staring in the mirror slightly trembling. Janet pacing the floor, ‘what I can do to
stop this tragic thing from happening,’ she lifts her phone to call her
editor. Listening to the music from his
phone wishing he would pick up quickly and hopping her call do not go to voice
mail, turning with her eyes down she lift them to see the rigid face of the
Prince standing gazing at her. She gave
a yelp dropping the phone the Prince caught it; they both can hear her editor
voice, “What’s up Janet? Janet?” He disconnect the call handed her phone back,
taking her by the arm drawing her closer to him, “we must go history waits for
no man.”
The entry door of the restroom pop open
they both step through the doorway on plush dark blue carpet, Janet knows she
is not in the restaurant but in a conference room. This room had a larger oval wooden table with
the seal of the President in the middle surrounded by cream color leather
chairs. Looking at the wall it had the
type of small oval window in single row that is on a passenger jet, shaking her
head.
“Welcome aboard Air Force One,”
announce the Prince. Hearing those words,
she wanted to sit all strength has left her as the Prince tower over.
“Do you really
hate America?”
ask Janet in a somber voice.
Bending down to her, “I don’t care
about America,
what I want is what you are going through now fear, anxiety and despair times a
hundred. However, I will receive that
from 300 millions soul and maybe a billion and that just the start of my plans,”
taking her by the hand lifting to her feet, “If I have to topple an empire to
get what I want so be it I have done that before.” His voice tone change to cheerfulness, “Let me
show you around and we can see the President while he still alive.” A tear roll down her face the Prince caught
it in his hand tasting it, “Tear of fear,” she snatch her hand from him as he
smiles.
The Prince proceeded to give the tour
of jet proudly telling her how he planed for this day many years in advance. She saw the President and the First Lady
Eleanor sitting in their quarters talking to the chief of staff, Jo Reagan and Mia
Clinton, First Lady assistant. Janet at
any other time would have been excited to be so close to the President and
admiring the beauty of his wife. She
seeing them smile knowing that in a few hours it would vanish, they laugh as
Mia said a humorous commit the Prince join in with them giggling. She knows that he is laughing at them.
Meanwhile they visit the entire aircraft
from the cockpit to the galley, surveillance the staff and flight attendants
working not knowing that they are under attack from demonic forces. The Prince
pause turning to view a brown hair man sitting typing on a laptop in the
traveling journalist section of the aircraft.
He step closer glaring at him, the man leaning back in his chair
twirling a pen, inspecting his badge name, Mark Johnson-Whitehousenews.gov, the
Prince nose wrinkle as he slightly sniff.
He quickly slides back turning back to the hallway, Janet can see the
Prince is livid then he yell an ear peering roar that fill the entire plane. His eyes burning red and breathing heavy like
he blowing out smoke.
“Everyone in the conference room
NOW!” bellow the Prince, suddenly small skinny gray baldheaded creatures leap
from people and objects scampering into the main conference room. Demons pile into the room sitting in chairs, table
and along the wall, the Prince marching in taking the President chair angrily
staring at his subjects, as they all cowardly glare at him.
“I have plan for this day for many
season and it is perfect, the virus that is in him is doing it job,” a faint
couch is heard by all the demons in the President chambers, “Before this jet
lands in DC he will be dead, so how did a troublemaker get on this plane?” The demons looking around shock as they
mumbling at each other, “I smell him, this Mark Johnson, who drop the ball here
and let this troublemaker on?”
“No one your highness,” said a
screeching voice at the far end of the table, “The First Lady invited at the
last moment before they left for Europe.”
One eyebrow rose from the Prince as
he lend forward, “She did-I must have miss something, is there something-something
going on with them? Eyes sparkling with
a grin, “I can only dreams are they secret lovers, the President dies and his
wife is have an affair too oh how wonderful, sometimes mankind amazes even me …”
“No sir that is not the case she admires
his writing and he graduated from the same university that she went too.” Spoke
the demon.
The Prince disappointed sat back in
his chair, “preacher girl, why did you invite him?” (Preacher girl is the
nickname giving to the First Lady because she the daughter of a minister.)
“Never mind, I want a full force attack on this troublemaker; before we are
done he will wonder if he even saved.”
The Prince stood to his feet overlooking his troops, “Countrymen, loyal
subject and partners after today a new day will arise from this nation, a new
level of fear, hate and malice. Victory
is ours and we will enjoy the sweet rewards tonight!” All the demons leap to their feet pounding
the table and walls rapidly with their fist cheering.
“HAIL TO THE
CHIEF!”
BATTLEGROUND
Mark twirling his pen looking at
the screen of his laptop tiring to decide what to write for his last article of
the Presidential European trip, the last 14 days was awesome. He never thought in his wildest dreams to be
up close and personal with royals, prime ministers and chandlers. Mark traveling in the motorcade through
romantic streets of London, Pairs, Amsterdam and Rome,
lodging in five star hotels and dining in majestic palaces. He only wishes he could have brought his wife
Kate, along with him but this trip was a sudden invite. He still has the email from the office of the
First Lady inviting him to be part of the journalist core flying with President
for this overseas trip. Mark know when
he arrive home his wife will want to know every detail about the trip. Therefore,
he took numerous pictures and made notes on his phone so he will not forget the
type of hat the Queen of England was wearing, the color of shoes the wife of PM
of France
had on and much, much more.
Mark knows in his heart that Kate
is the best wife in the world because he thought she would be upset separated
for two weeks while he travel in style all over Europe. When she kiss him
goodbye he knew that she was fine, but he was already missing her until he step
aboard Air Force One, ‘Wow!’ Sometimes
he wishes that everyone could have the same temperament as Kate like the elders
of church that he attends. They were concern
that he took the position at the White House knowing that it’s principles on
social issue is totally opposite from the current President and his
administration, but he reassure them that he just reporting news as if he was
working for a news agency the only difference he’s employed by White
House. Some members could not help to
show their displeasure of his decision by saying little unkind remarks while
attending services.
Mark heard a light tap on the door
Tracy Bush the young flight attendant, “Are you ok?”
“I don’t know
if you can help, I have a bad case of writer block,” Answered Mark.
“I can not help you with that,”
smile Tracy,
“But maybe say a little prayer that will help.”
Mark nodded agreeing with her, Mark knows on this trip to pay attention
to Tracy bits
of wisdom because she wise beyond her years.
He knows her wisdom come from God, because on the third day before the
jet was to depart from London to Berlin she chooses his
office to say a quick prayer. Knowing
she would not have time to pray when the President and his team boarded. Mark the first one on the plane saw her from the
doorway sitting at his desk eyes closes; hands folded softly speaking in
tongues.
She did not hear Mark approach his
small office space, the sun light shine through the window giving her an angelic
glow. He thought to leave until she
finishes giving her some privacy, but he admires the beauty of a woman speaking
to God. Then she heard the noises of the
people boarding her eyes pop open seeing Mark at the doorway embarrass she
quickly stood apologizing trying leave not looking at him directly, he touch
her arm.
“Thank you,” she gaze at him, “for
showing me you can pray at anytime and anywhere.” Tracy
meekly smiles.
“I’m sorry Mr.
Johnson this will not happen again.”
“No, if you need anyplace to be
alone to pray you are always invited here.”
Promise Mark, since that day Tracy
always made sure that he had everything he needs.
Still twirling his pen with his
fingers admiring Tracy she step to the side allowing Ken Hoover, Assistant
White House Spokesperson to dash into the office plopping in the chair stressing,
noticing Tracy leaving committed without thinking in a low voice, “Mmmm she
fine!” Mark is disappointed that he not
able to chat further with Tracy
turn to focus on Ken.
“Look Mark, let me give head up
before we din with the President,” Mark is surprise that he having dinner with
the President on Air Force One. Since
the start of this trip, he always has taken his meals on the jet in his tiny
office. “Your opinion piece has gone viral;
the opposition is using you’re talking points to hammer the administration
views on pro-choice issues.”
Mark is perplexed, “The article
wasn’t about abortion, it was about my sister decision to keep her baby when
the doctors said she would be born seriously handicap.”
“That not the point they using your
words against us, so I thought you should know and have a response if he asks.”
Meanwhile the conference space
transforms into the dinning room; Mark strategy is to stay quiet hope everyone
at the table is more concern with the mid-term election than his article. The Prince position himself behind Mark press
down on his shoulders. Minutes later into
the meal it seem like Mark plan is working the talk around the table about
policy and the best way the administration can help the party in the upcoming
elections. Eleanor, the First Lade bored
with the current conversation decides to speak to Mark.
“I like your article about you
sister, Abigail and her daughter Eve; she should be about four years old.”
“Yes ma’am we call her the miracle
baby because she born healthy when the experts thought other wise and let my
sister tell you a major hand full,” smile Mark.
“Miracle are great but not everyone
gets them,” spoke Mia, “It beautiful about you sister charmed life married to a
baseball player and her precious baby girl.
The first part of the piece I am not clear about your opinion on
pro-choice.” Mark can feel all eyes are
on him while Mia is speaking. “Would your
supported for your sister be as strong if she has chosen to terminate her
pregnancy, because like I said not everyone gets a miracle so this child would have
been born seriously handicap, her quality of life horrible and a great burden
on society. The abortion in my opinion would
have been a merciful decision.”
Joyce Kennedy, assistant to civil
right dept., sitting next to Mia join in the conversation, “I’m thinking you
want to take away the women rights burden with unwanted children and force them
to back to days of dirty allies unsafe place to get abortion…” while she was
speaking Mark can see everyone nodding in agreeing with her. “…This is more than an outdated moral concern
it’s a women health issue.”
The Prince with a sneer spoke into
Mark ear, “You have lost this battle they have made too many logical points and
everybody at this table agree with them.
Now just concede defeat and just get along, keep your Faith to
yourself.”
Mark took a sip of water scanning
the table as all eyes are staring at him, he clear his throat. “I am blessed to have a sister like Abigail,
she show me how strong the love of God is.
When the doctors and specialist told her if she has her baby and if it
lived would be seriously handicap she was devastated. My views on abortion are the same back then
as its now, but I would have made an exception for my sister and I was not
alone, family and friends would have supported her decision to abort because we
saw no way out. My sister just trusts in
God, the Grace that God gave her is powerful.
I saw her during that pregnancy full of joy, happy and with peace, it
change my life,” he pauses taking another sip of water, “When that lovely
little girl came into this world everybody was shock that she was perfectly
well except for Abigail. She knew
everything was going be alright, now I know there is nothing too hard for God.”
Mark finishes his speech he reaches for a glass a wine and tastes it. Everybody at the table was quiet and pondering
what Mark said.
Eleanor glance at Mark and survey
the table smiling very proud of his response, turn to her husband noticing he
not eating much food. The Prince
releases Mark shoulders sit in the chair confuse and incensed looking toward
Janet. “What the H#@% was that?” Janet
shrugs her shoulders, “This troublemaker is no threat, and I think he has lost
it. We are not talking about the God love--vomit,
but about abortion, pro-choice and his outdated moral code.” The Prince is confident that he winning the
day commands the demons to keep up the assault.
Other at the table peppered Mark with tough moral question, but he kept
talking about the love of God to them.
Later the meal concluded everybody
is leaving the conference room Mark thinking he came away from it ok not too
many bruises then he heard a voice calling him he rotate to see, Andrew Carter
the environmental czar. Mark is curious
because this is first time he speaking with this person other than friendly
greeting. “Listening to you talk about
your sister and Gods love, I guest you our spiritual expert here.”
“No I’m no expert...”
Andrew cutting off Mark, “Maybe you
can help me understand something. You
Christian preach and sing the love thing until you found out who I am or see my
partner. Then it change some will give
us the silent treatment other will come and say ‘Change your lifestyle or burn
in hell.’ The worst maybe for me is the
look on your faces with disgust and hatred in your eyes. So Mark, where the love, where the
understanding or the tolerant,” Mark observing Andrew angered and sadness while
talking. “So I will have to change who I
am to get this so called love of God, but how can that happen when I was born
this way. I’m a good person I don’t hurt
people, I don’t cheat on taxes and I volunteer at a homeless shelter, so tell
me the truth this love of God is only for a select few that meet some unnatural
standard.”
The Prince circling Andrew, “Look
at him---he need to be shun---don’t stand to close you might catch
something. God is all about the law and
punishment, he the worst one of all with his ugly sins. Show your contempt because he is what’s wrong
in American, his type flaunting their terrible lifestyle openly.”
Mark gathering his thoughts to
respond, “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that
whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life (John 3:16
NIV). I know you have heard that a
thousand times that maybe lost meaning but that one verse explains everything…”
“Oh great another worthless
sermon,” snap Andrew.
“I’m only speaking what I know
about my Father in Heaven, he loves me and the whole world.” Andrew rolling his eyes, “I accept his
righteousness, love and power to have a wonderful life here now and in
heaven. I am sorry if I made you feel
that your transgression is the worst ever and can never be forgiving, but we
all fall short that why I need Him…” Andrew phone started to buzz he turn too
answered the call. Mark sieges the
opportunity to get into his small office space to hide until this jet land in
DC. Walking briskly, he can see the
prize a few more step he be home safe, but a heavyset man step in front of
Mark. Joseph Ford reporter for Christian
World News grabbing his arm visibility upset.
“What’s wrong with you?” said
Joseph angrily, Mark surprise because he never seen Joseph mad always happy. “I thought when you join this administration you
could be that common sense voice in a cesspool of evil socialist, progressive
and alternative lifestyle freaks. When I
forward your article about the evils of abortion groups on our website I
thought you where standing up for what is right…” Mark looking at Joseph realizing it is true
that people only see what they want to see.
“…You miss an opportunity of getting those baby killing women straight,
but no you join with them that you could supported your sister if she made that
decision. That makes me question your
salvation talking like that; oh yes how you can feel sorry for that fruitcake Andrew. You know what he does is an abomination; the
Lord destroyed a whole county with fire fill with people like that. Come on you know we are in a fight for the soul
of our country from these clowns.” Mark
shoulders slump as his mind depress, then he felt the touch of soft firm hand
clinging his hand the other tapping his shoulder turning to behold Tracy.
“Sorry, but I have desperate need
of Mark assistant,” Tracy
speaking to Joseph, Mark did not hesitate as she swiftly lead him by the hand
through the hallway, down the stairs behind the galleys into the storage
area. Inside the quiet room, Tracy is pleased to have
Mark alone with her. Mark mulling the
sharp words spoken by Joseph in his mind scans the area trying to see how he
can assist Tracy.
“Well, how can I help?” ask Mark
somberly, Tracy
release his hand turn to him with a sheepish grin.
“Nothing, I thought you might want
a place to hide.” Mark breath out a
great sigh leaning back rubbing back of his neck, “You can keep me company
while I grab a few things.”
“I must have a target on me because
I feel like I’m being attack on all sides.” Mark observes Tracy moving around bending and stretching opening
and closing cabinet’s doors pulling out small boxes placing on the counter, The
Prince station next to him.
“She has a crush on you,” whisper
the Prince, Mark hearing those thoughts shaking his head slightly no, “she
looks very fine.” Tracy grabs a stepladder to reach the top
shelf, placing her foot on the top ledge, it concern Mark that she might fall
advance toward her. Janet monitor the
Prince grinning as his hand stroking the fuselage then ‘thumps’ by his finger causing
the plane to violently jolt, at same time a demon claw wrap around Tracy ankle
yanking making her lose her balance falling out of control into the arms of
Mark. Catching her, they both spin into an embrace. Tracy
rested her head on his shoulder holding firm as he cradles her petite frame in
his arms. The Prince raises his arms up
in the victory stance shouting with glee, “I got you Mark!”
He watches as Tracy
feet touch the floor Mark arms wrap around her waist Tracy hands caress up from his shoulder blade
to his face, their eyes focus together both breathing heavy. The Prince pounding his hand fist with
excitement, “One kiss Mark that’s all I need.”
Their foreheads touch softly as Mark took hold of her hands.
“Are you OK?” ask Mark calmly, she
quickly nod yes, he wanted to stay with her but in his spirit he knows if he
don’t leave now or he wont be able too, releasing her hands he hurry out of the
storage room, the Prince sneer as he left.
“Oh the Genesis 39:11 play, that
won’t work,” two demons appear in front of the Prince transformed them self
into deformed mutated gray dogs chase after Mark. He trots up the stairs and dash into his
office as the demons over taken him perch on his mind filling it with lust and
condemnation.
‘Her eyes sparkle and lips full of passion,’
‘The skin is soft to the touch,’
‘Her pleasurable scent is all over
you,
‘I wish to continue embracing Tracy voluptuous figure
all night.’
‘You call yourself a man of God,’
‘Tonight show that you a very far
from perfection, fantasying after that young woman.’
‘Touching a woman that not you
wife,’
‘God hate sin and you are a sinner,’
Mark slump in his chair hands clasp
his forehead ashamed as lustful and condemning thoughts bombard his mind. Tracy Remaining in the storage room clinching
her shoulders humiliate, the Prince whispering in her ear. “They where right about you, trying to allure
a married man, yes you know who you are, Jezebel!” One hand covers her face
tears flow between her fingers dropping to her knees sobbing. The Prince twirled grabbing Janet by the hand
drawing her close brushing her hair,
“Ohhhh, Janet---Now, let watches the
President die!”
FLATLINE
The unnatural virus within the President
is crafty, able to deceive the body senses of detecting an enemy agent. The evil Invaders that hell conceive,
energize by hate and transmitted on the wing of fear. The Prince gave it a name, ‘steal,’ and a
purpose, ‘kill,’ so the germ mutated with a cold virus to become the
‘destroyer.’ The wicked army captures
healthy cell draining life from them getting stronger as it strikes. The immune system counter attack with it line
of defense to contain the blitzing squad, but its efforts fail as the devil
virus surpass them. Immediately bombardment
of anti-bodies attach themselves to the traveling scourge trying to slow it
down, but undaunted it continue advancing.
The marching legion defeated the last line of defense conquering the
T-Cell, organs failing as the body spiral into death.
David Nixon, chief of security had
a feeling that something is odd with the President, observing he looks
normal. David would ask him through out
the day ‘everything ok?’ and ‘how you feel?’ the President answered thumbs up
moving energetic like he on the campaign trail.
David knows to trust in his gut keeping a keen eye on his body
language. Eleanor hearing his voice and touch
of his skin knew her spouse is ill, suggesting that he cancel today events
leave for home early to rest. The
President decline to withdraw from today’s agenda but he promise his wife as
soon they arrive in DC he will relax.
The president has always push hard
ever since he ran for congress twenty years ago, he did not give any attention
to a sore throat and a contain dry mouth.
Throughout day, his joints soar making his muscle ache, his personal
doctor Hondo Obama giving pain medicine thinking he caught a cold urging that
he need rest. The motorcade enter the
tarmac of Charles De Gaulle airport where Airforce One is station ready to take
off, the President gingerly left the car slowly hike up the stairs instead of
his usual trot to the doorway giving the cheering crowds the departing power
wave.
During the meal, he did not have an
appetite for food but kept drinking water trying to satisfy his thirst, Eleanor
wanted him to settle down after dinner, but he choose to talk strategy with Jo
Reagan. His eyes blur reading polls
numbers standing pacing around to ease joint pains trying to clear his
mind. David notice his eyes flickering,
Jo saw his hands trembling and his wife glance up from reading her book to see
him lose conscience collapsing. She bound
to her feet yelling out his name David sprint to grab him, Jo leap from his
seat holding upright dragging him to the infirmary.
Dr Hondo set him on the exam table
opening his shirt attaching medical monitoring devices show blood pressure and
heart rate. Janet, watching the doctor frantically
working giving fluids pumping drugs to stabilize the President, Eleanor
standing at end of the table hands folded up to her chin clutching a small
cross mumbling a prayer. “Mmmm,” moan
the Prince in satisfaction feeding off fear and despair. Some of the staff and cabinet leaders close by
stop their activities listening to the commotion of voices and beeps of
machinery. Suddenly the people heard the
mono electronic tone emanating from the infirmary ‘Flatline!’ That sound drawing there collective dreads
overtake them. Jolt-Beep-Beep flatline,
the doctor using the defibrillation trying to restart the President heart, he
kept up the process with no result for 30 minutes Jo grab Hondo arm as he turn
looking at the group around the President defeated.
“He is dead,” Jo, said what no one
wanted to say the doctor nodding his head in agreement. David frustrated left the room to prevent any
more from entering the area, voices fills with tears cried out ‘Oh my God!’ The silent group of Jo, Mia, Ken, Eleanor and
others gazes with disbelief the Prince pace behind them very pleased.
“Well boys and girls I hope you had
learned that I am the god of this world, its mine kingdom, I decide who rule or
not, I decide who live or dies. This is
only the beginning,” scanning the crushed faces until his eyes fell on the
First Lady not crying fingers clasp holding the miniature cross, he advance close
to her annoyed, “you are a fool still believing on Him after everything that
has happen to you.” Demons gathering in
the conference room celebrating their victory dancing on the tables singing
satanic songs, the Prince whispering in her ear, “Breaking you will be the
icing on this wonderful cake. WHERE IS
HE?” Shouted the Prince is voice ring like thunder, “I thought He will never
forsake you.” laugh the Prince twirling as he joins his fellow devils in celebrations.
Meanwhile Tracy remains on her knees weeping feeling rejected
in her emotion, ‘God can’t love me, and I’m no good.’ Condemnations is tormenting her soul due to
the shame and guilt in her mind, then a gentle wave of thoughts springing from
her spirit entering in her soul. ‘…God
is love.’[i]
She stop crying listen to her spirit, ‘…Forgiveness of sin through his name.’[ii] Standing to her feet, she accepts the Words of
encouragement, speaking aloud. “Oh Tracy;
I know God love and forgive me. I’m
sorry Lord in a weak moment I let my flesh rule,” she pause wiping her face,
“and I accept your forgiveness, I’m glad one of us was strong---” She pause remember the look on Mark face as
he left, knowing in her heart that she need to apologize, but feared his
reaction.
The two demons crouching on Mark
shoulder bombarding his mind with their erotic images of Tracy, he feeling
condemn unable stop sexual thoughts.
‘Give in to it, it won’t hurt anybody.’ Demons speaking in Mark
ear. Bursting from his spirit like a
waterspout Words of power flood into his soul, ‘…for we have the mind of
Christ.’[iii] Mark sat straight in his chair, ‘…Think about
things that are excellent and worthy of praise.’[iv] Leaping from his desk angry and determines to
fight, “I have the mind of Christ and these thoughts are not from God or from
me!” Pacing his small space, “I’m being
attack by Satan!” Mark realize those
thoughts is not his but from the enemy, “Thank you Lord that you gave me the
power to resist the devil. Now in the
name of Jesus, satan I cast you out of my mind back to the pit you go!”
The demons halted frighten scanning
the area as Mark praising God, the demons scream and shriek holding each other
seeing a vortex forming swirling open, “No let us stay!” they howl as a
lighting whip wrap around them causing their gray bodies shake in pain snatching
them screaming into the utter darkness of the pit as the vortex vanish.
Mark freed from the demons thinking
good thoughts about his wife, family and wholesome images of Tracy joyful praising God more words kept
entering into his soul. ‘Anything is possible if a person believes;’[v] ‘…through
his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might
ask or think.’[vi] Mark pounder those words perplex lifting his
head seeing Tracy in the doorway her hands together rubbing tips of fingers,
Mark step forward to her nervous. “Tracy I’m so sorry what I
did in the storage room, I was wrong and I betrayed your friendship…” startle
looking at him she took his hand.
“No, you did nothing wrong, it all
my fault I lure you with me so we can be alone,” explain Tracy, “I enjoyed your company and I took it
too far because I was lonely for attention, but that no excuse.” Their eyes focus on each other unexpectedly
started giggling.
“Tracy, I will forgive you if you can forgive
me,” she agreed shaking hands sealing the deal both relieved joyful that the
relationship set right. Then they heard
a woman voice lamenting outside the office Tracy and Mark peek to see who mourning. Tracy recognizes
a fellow flight attendant, Mary Washington leaning against the wall hands
covering her face weeping into it, Tracy
grab her shoulders.
“Mary! What wrong?”
“You---don’t know,” speaking with
weeping voice, “He dead---The President is dead!” Hearing those words sadness, despair and
hopelessness rising in Mark heart, he knew that he could not let those emotions
overtake him remembering Words he heard when he was praising God. He glances at Tracy consoling Mary reaching over pulling
her toward him; she surprise staring at Mark.
“I’m sorry Tracy, this might sound cruel but you can’t
get emotional now,” she looking at him confuse, “when I was praying I heard God
speaking in my spirit saying: Anything is possible if a person believes. We have a job to do.”
“What can we do he’s dead,” Said
Tracy, Mark viewing toward the Presidential suite.
“With us alone nothing, but we are
not alone, so I’m expecting a miracle,” Mark speaking boldly, Tracy turn to observe Mary crumble to the floor
in sorrow. He shrugs his shoulders
scratching back of his head, “she will be ok.”
Tracy
not sure what Mark wanted to do walking with him in the direction of the
President chamber passing depress people in shock standing around not knowing
what to do.
THE FOUR WINDS
Janet sitting in the conference
room sloughing watching with revulsion as the Prince celebrates his victory on
top of the table shaking his hips, rolling his shoulders jerking his neck performing
his devil dance. She glances at the
doorway and slightly grins when Mark and Tracy enter making their way to the
President. All the demons stop their revelry
and the satanic melody fall silent when they felt the presence of Mark; they begin
to tremble with fear because they know he has the authority to cast them to the
pit. The Prince halted his frolicking
leap off the table seething, “What do you think you going?” shouted The Prince.
“I think he’s going to see the
President,” spoke Janet pleased.
“Noooo, he’s not strong enough to
stop me,” calling out orders to David, “Stop him!” David blocks Mark and Tracy at the entrance
to the infirmary.
“David let me pass,” express Mark,
David gripping his arm.
“No one pass this point, you need
to go back!” David shoved Mark away,
“I want to see the First Lady,”
Mark move forward, but David held firm shouting with anger.
“I will restrain you if you don’t
go back!” David emotions frayed after watching
the President die, it was his duty for the last 2 years to protect him from all
enemies and if it requires sacrificing his life, in his mind he failed. Mark thinking he may have to fight David but
he is a trained secret service agent.
Praying within seeking the Spirit for wisdom one word came from his
spirit ‘wait’, David pushing Mark but he would not move. “GET OUT OF HERE!”
Eleanor staring at the tranquil
face of her husband, he looks asleep but the ‘flatline’ indication on the
monitor says he dead. She wants to shake
his shoulder so he wakes up ending this nightmare. Mia hugging her from behind tears flowing
trying to comfort, then she heard the loud voices of David and Mark stepping
from the room seeing David pushing Mark shouting.
“David, let him pass,” she called
out, swing his head facing her stepping aside obeying nodding, Tracy squeezing Mark hand tightly extremely
nervous. Mark observe Eleanor eyes heavy
with despair, his knowledge of the First Lady is limited, year older than he is
she graduated from the same university he attended a year earlier. However, he cannot remember every meeting her
on campus.
She examine Mark stepping towards
her face is not full of grief like everyone around her but peaceful. Eleanor remembers as if it was yesterday when
she first met Mark that fateful day at school.
Sitting alone in the college café wanting to quit dealing with her
parents separation, failing her classes and the straw that broke the camel back
finding out that her then boyfriend having a secret sexual relationship with
her best friend. Mark working as a
waiter viewing the young woman deeply disturbs not knowing the detail paid for
her meal and gave her a few words of encouragement. She took those words as a sign from God to
keep going and she discover that her server wrote for the college newspaper and
she became a fan ever since. She read
every article he written and watches every video he made, she had the editors
of the newly form whitehousenew.gov to seek and recruit Mark to join the staff.
Mark and Tracy standing in front of
Eleanor without speaking viewing her strong but
stressful face trying to stay sane not wanting to break down into
hysterical grief. Tracy
move by Spirit took both hands to cover the First lady cold hands, her eyes
connect with Tracy’s,
Mark sense it is time to speak.
The Prince enrage at Mark, “Why are you here
unrighteous man? The evidence is clear
of your guilt…Now you want stand here to proclaim you a man of God,
hypocrite! Charge the Prince.
“Ma’am I heard about your husband
with your permission I want to pray for him.”
Said Mark
“He’s dead, I don’t know what your
prayers can do for him now,” dejected eyes looking at Mark.
“She is right your prayers can’t
help him,” explains the Prince, “pray for her to have the strength cope with
her husband demise, don’t bring her false hope that would be cruel.”
“It’s not over and I’m expecting a
miracle tonight!” Mark spoke confidently.
“Turn him away he’s crazy,” The
Prince speaking into Eleanor, “there nothing that can be done your husband is
dead, it’s over God wants it this way and you know in your heart there no
miracle.”
Eleanor closing her eyes lost in
thoughts should she let Mark pray for the President, knowing that everyone
around her looking with disbelief that Mark can do anything. She searching her mind for signs from God to
guide her, eyes open gazing at him nodded yes, and the Prince yelled punching
the wall. Janet covers her ears as the Prince
screams orders summoning all his demons to charging into the infirmary to form
a wall of resistance.
Demons obeying their masters
pulling and stretching themselves for the fight, some sprout wings, fur and
tentacles flying shouting curses. Others
shape into evil snakes slithering moaning fear, the rest grew snouts formed hoofs
charge into area shriek anger. Mark and
Tracy step in as the Prince flick his finger the door slam shut behind
them. Janet plugging her ears crouching as
the hoard of devils constantly screams, shrieking and yelling fouled language
and chanting spells.
Tracy in her spirit feeling the
demons attack causing heaviness in the room, goose pimple appears as she felt
the strange coldness, “I don’t know, but some is not right in this room,”
Worried Tracy rubbing her arms.
Marks eyes looking intently at the
President lying on the table, “I think that a good sign, because hell is stir
up!” facing her, “We will have to work together; please pray in tongues and
don’t stop we need to clear the air.”
“How dare you!” bark the Prince in Tracy mind, “Thinking you
can come before Almighty God in your falling condition and expect your pitiful
prayers to be honor!”
Tracy blocking her minds of condemning
thoughts started to pray in tongues aloud and praising God inside her soul. All the Demons laughing at the gibberish she is
speaking suddenly they stop as her Spirit power charges each syllable. Every devils squeal in pain as the unknown
language slice, stab and shred them like a sword. The baldheaded gray skins creatures are running
confuse smashing into each other as their skinny legs and arms tangle
scrambling to leave. They are jumping
out of windows and others breaking through walls exiting from the jet taking
their chances in the depths of the ocean below.
The Prince held his arms up to stop his horde from fleeing, they thrust
him against the wall of the aircraft others kick him as he drop to the floor as
numerous feet stomp, scratch and stab as they ran in terror for their devilish
lives.
A bloody trembling hand reach up
slamming against the wall the Prince stood to his feet bruise and sweaty every
breath he took it is painful. He stretches
out his arms to access all the powered of hatred from hell and absorbing the
entire negative energy on Air Force One.
Every single one of his cuts and bruises disappeared from his body and
clothing like new. The Prince station himself nose-to-nose shouting at Mark.
“This is my time, my hour and no tiny virgin or an overgrown boy scout is going
to stop me!”
Mark eyes looking toward Heaven to
release the Spirit within him, “Thank you God for your great love, it’s your
will that all be blessed. Lord I know
today is not by chance, but your will at work to show your love and power. Thank you God for taken weak things to
express your Grace and strength through and making it great.” Then Mark eyes landed on the dead corpse with
Faith and no doubt in his mind. The
Prince seeing Marks eyes step back as fear gripping him because he knew who is
behind those eyes of fire.
“NO! NO! IT’S NOT FAIR, IT MY TIME, THIS IS MY
KINDOM!” Yelled the Prince furious, Mark
took hold of the President hand with a calm voice with confidence call his first
name gave the order.
“Awake!”
Immediately strong winds blast into
the plane from the north, south, and east, west spinning together filling the
infirmary, the power shove the Prince against the wall rolling his body over
the ceiling and out the doorway. The
Prince grabbing on to objects trying to stay, but the wind punch him through
the jet ripping and tearing his body. The
mighty winds dragging him causing carpet burns as the jet frame open up a hole
throwing the Prince into the night sky in front of the large turbine engines. The power of the colossal apparatus pulled
the suspended body into it, he grab the top lip of the cylinder, determine not
to go in, pull his self up as his legs dangle missing the spinning blades.
Then he saw at a distance a single
white dove feather floating toward him landed on top of the engine a small
angel smiling at the Prince laying on her belly hands cupping her chin glowing
a sparking blue light of heaven. “Hello
Prince I have a message for you.”
The Prince grimacing, “Well what is
it?”
“First there is a bloodline around
the first family for a season,” the Prince shaking his head, “and the other is
you must go through this jet engine.” The Prince refuse firmly gripping the
metal, the little angel touches his hand burning it, ‘ouch,’ the Prince using one
hand swatting at the angel missing as she hover. Then she taps shocking the other hand out of
frustration the Prince used both hands trying to grab the tiny angel, suddenly
his dangling body drawn into the engines as the many blades started to slicing
and cutting the Prince, yell out horrifying sound of pain. The mighty motor started shaking, sparks
popping and smoke spooling out. In the cockpit, light flashing and alarms call
out as Capt Frank Eisenhower wondering what wrong with the engines trying stabilizing
the plane. The angel made a fist with
her small hand hit the motor and it spit out a fireball that fell like lighting
to the earth plunging into the sea creating a huge splash as the body sank to
the bottom of the ocean causing a huge ‘thud!’, the engine back to normal.
The mighty winds from the four
corners enter into the President filling his corpse with the Breath of Life
destroying the evil virus and restoring the blood and organs. He took a deep breath in his lungs then
sneeze, “God bless you,” said Tracy, she pop open to see the President awake
sitting up on his elbows puzzle. She hurried to open the door pulling Eleanor inside
to see her husband alive talking with Mark.
“Oh my God,” Swiftly pushing Mark
aside crying tears of joy as they embrace each other, he confuse wondering
‘what’s going on?’ Dr. Hondo enter the
room inspecting the President scratching and shaking his head then Jo, Mia,
David, Calvin, Joyce, Joseph and other came in to witness the miracle with
broad smiles on their faces. Tracy could not help to cry
as she watch Eleanor hugging and kissing him turn to find Mark, but did not see
him wondering ‘where did he go?’ Pushing
her way through the crowd looking for Mark pass the conference room she found
him sitting alone.
Tracy sitting beside him as he glance at her,
“Are you ok?” Mark nodded yes.
“I needed to be alone trying to
take all this in, before today I believe in the power of God and miracle, but
this is the first time I saw it like this.
Seeing a man Raise from the dead that overwhelming.”
“Yes that astonishing,” said Tracy, “but why us?”
Mark sigh, “I think God needed a
few people who will totally without doubt trust Him, but why us, maybe He trust
us.” They both sat back thinking,
suddenly Tracy bound
to her feet and shouted for Joy.
“PRAISE THE LORD!” Grabbing Mark hands yanking him up on his
feet, “We need to celebrate this is a great miracle…” Mark agreed and they both praised God, laughing
and singing feeling great mind, body and soul.
Janet is leaping and jumping
overjoyed that the President is not dead tears flowing arms spread out spinning.
She stops waiting for her head to clear finding herself out side the
restaurant, Six-I-Six a few bystanders watching her laughing. Embarrass she look at her phone then try to
open the doors but they where lock, ‘was I just dreaming?’ she thought looking
up the website Whitehousenews.gov trying to find Mark contact info, she did.
“There you are, Mark we got to
talk.” Said Janet walking away calling
her editor.
The Prince is standing behind the
podium fill with microphones tied together glaring at the audience of reporters
holding writing pads and phones ready to take notes, cameras in the back with
spot lights focusing on him a few pops of flashes from professional digital
cameras. The Prince wet from coming out
of the oceans burns, cuts and bruises, a tall extremely skinny woman dress in
all grey is directing press conference.
“Thank you for coming, the Prince
is willing to answerer a few question, we recognize the reporter from the Satan
Times.” Spoke the Skinny woman.
Thanks, your highness why didn’t
your assault on Mark work?”
“Well you must realize that he is a
troublemaker, but at the time a weak one so I thought. I attack him four ways, the third one made
him weak and the last one got him the temptation of young flight attendant, and
he was a mess but recover because he accepted another Word in his spirit
instead of mine.” The reporters clamor raising
their arms try to be select by the woman, she pointed to a reporter from Hell’s
Telegram.
“Thank you, do you plan to go after
the President and First Lady again?” ask the reporter.
“No, not direct but I will spread
some little rumors about Eleanor and Mark,” the Prince started to smile, then
the skinny woman felt compel to acknowledge a tall man standing to the side of
the room dress in all white.
“Hello Prince, I am from Horn Bower
Journal,” all eyes swiftly turn to glare at this man wondering how he got into
this room, the Prince smile quickly turn into a frown as he focus on him. “How
would you compare your latest defeat to the one you suffer on Calvary?”
The Prince eyes became red with
anger, his hand gripping the podiums breaking the wood into fragments, the
woman step back nervously, “You have to bring that up again, it was not fair, I
played by the rules and I won that fight…”
Snap the Prince, but the tall man in white kept staring at the Prince,
“No! No!
This is my kingdom I will not give it up because it’s mine, I am the god
here!,” the Prince in rage flip the podium down as the ground breaking in
pieces microphones smash on the floor as he storm away seething. The skinny woman step up where the podium was
to speak.
“The Press Conference has
concluded, thank you.”
The Prince of Dallas
Hail to the Chief
By: Lonnie Johnson
