The Olivet Discord

THE OLIVET DISCORD
w/a Gwyneth O'Dea

(nom de guerre)

(c) Saturday, July 14, 2012

Smashed in the groin by the other man's left leg, Commander Stedman fell to his knees.  Extending to draw away from a finishing blow, he clawed against the cave floor dislodging a fist-size rock in the maneuver.  With the rock in his left hand he slung at the legs of the other man ineffectually as he lost focus convulsing from the intense pain from the kick.  

The other man still had the knife lodged in his abdomen and did not advance.  Both fell back to opposite sides of the cave slumped opposed against the cave walls.  A third man lay lifeless near the device further in.

"Why are you helping him?" Commander Stedman spit retching involuntarily.  No answer.

"Where did you come from?  Who do you work for?"   Still no answer.

"Are you part of it?" he tried raising his voice but retching again, spitting up on himself.

The other man drew the knife from his abdomen slowly as if it refused to come out as easily as it pierced in.  From his other hand he produced a detonator brandishing it before him.

"No!" Commander Stedman started.  "Why?" he followed up resigned.  All the investigating, infiltrating, and interrogating to come to this point averting a planet killer single-handedly and now undone by this interloper who fights to help them, he thought with chilling desperation.

"Maya," is all the other man managed to murmur pressing the detonator to the device with his last exhale.  Stepping by his side, but not touching the ground, a tall shining individual appeared from nowhere.

The world watched the clock as somewhere, everywhere, secret police, special ops and vigilantes were kicking in doors, excavating fresh digs and torturing theories to find evidence of a doomsday scenario about to explode.  Fanatics were on the air waves, conducting ceremonies and reproaching nonbelievers.

Like New Year's Eve, the whole world was watching the clock tick down, but this was December 21st, not 31st, and the countdown was the Mayan doomsday clock.  Commander Stedman listened to his heart slow as he slumped.  The sun outside was setting.  And not long all the hours of the day would pass.  

Across from him the angel smiled.  "As it is written for the faithful, I am as certain as you can be, that the day and hour is not today.  'No one knows the day or hour when the end will happen, not even the angels.'"  

It was not that day.  So gave proof to the world of the Word.

~440 words