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The Marisol Deception - Part 19



This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

From Part 18

“I’m fine, but I don’t think Larry is.” She pointed to her left where Larry was sprawled out on the ground.

“What happened?”

“A rattlesnake got him. I don’t think he’s going to make it. We have to get him to a hospital, but I don’t know how.”

They thought for a moment. Then Tony added, “He tried to kill us. I think we should let him here for nature to deal with him.”

“I know, but we can’t just walk away. We have to help him. What about Harrison?"

"He's tied up on the other road, and I do mean 'tied up.’"

"We have to protect ourselves, but we also have to help them. After all, as mean as they are, they’re still our fellow man.”

As much as Tony didn’t like the idea, he went along with it. “Okay. But we do have to protect ourselves. Look, their van has to be close by. If we can find it, we can drop them off at the nearest hospital.”

Larry sighed his last breath as Kinsley and Tony looked on.


And I heard the number of them which were sealed: and there were sealed an hundred and forty and four thousand of all the tribes of the children of Israel . . . And they sung as it were a new song before the throne, and before the four beasts, and the elders: and no man could learn that song but the hundred and forty and four thousand, which were redeemed from the earth. - Revelation 7:4; 14:3)

"Okay, so what do we do now?" Kinsley looked to Tony waiting for an answer.

"Nothing. Let's just move on, find a place that's safe, and regroup. Larry's dead. Nothing we can do there. Harrison will eventually break free, but I got him pretty good. He isn't going anywhere for a while. We can take our time and relax, something we haven't been able to do for quite some time. Let's head east."

The two were off, feeling safe for the moment. They stumbled upon a small town and the setting sun was letting them know they needed to find shelter. The motel at the end of the street was just what they were looking for. Hungry and thirsty, they stopped first at a greasy-spooned diner.


The meal passed with light conversation, but Kinsley could tell there was something more that needed to be discussed. They walked the half-block to the motel and each settled into their rooms. Knowing that neither would open the door to a stranger, Kinsley whispered rather loudly, "Tony, it's me. Kinsley. May I come in?"

Tony opened the door and the two pulled up chairs beside the lone desk in the room. Kinsley started.

"I know there's something wrong. Wanna tell me about it?"

Tony rocked back in his chair with his hands interlaced behind his head and stared at the ceiling. "Yes, I do, but I can't. It goes too deep, and I wouldn't even know where to begin."

"So just start - anywhere. Is it about your father?"

"Maybe in some ways, but it's more. I just want someone to love me. I don't think I even know what love is. I've been on my own since I was 15-years-old. I don't know what love is, but I do know what's rage is. Sometimes it builds up in me, and I feel like I'm losing control.

"As a Christian, I know my place is not revenge. Vengeance is God's call, not mine. But I really didn't want to use Harrison's rope to tie him."

"That's a good thing, Tony, but you had to protect yourself."

"No, you don't understand. I wanted to use the rope to hang him from a tree. And worse yet, in my mind, it was my father I was hanging. The floodgates of my mind are open and I can't shut them. I remember things I never did before.

"I don't know what I did, but I remember a time my dad was so angry instead of tying me to a chair, which was what he usually did, he wrapped the rope around my neck. I don't know what happened after that. I passed out.

"My life has been grounded in hate, that is until I met you."

Kinsley blushed. "I don't see you as a hateful person at all. If you were filled with hate, you would have gone ahead and hanged him."

She touched his face and gently guided his eyes to hers. "Tony, it's not hating. It's being overwhelmed. In so many ways your past has met your present. It's not about Harrison. It's not about your dad. It's about the trauma you suffered. We can get through this together. We will get through this - together."

"Thanks, Kins. I'll try."

A tear trickled its way down Kinsley's cheek. "Oh, Kinsley. I didn't mean to upset you. I know. You hate me, too, right?"


She choked back the tears and forced a smile. "No, not at all."

"Then what's wrong?"

"You called me Kins. My mother was the only one to use that name. She's gone. I couldn't even say good-bye. I couldn't even give her a proper burial. What did she suffer at the hands of Marisol? What were her last thoughts? Her last words? Was her life complete? Did she have any regrets? What if I had been a better daughter?"

"Kinsley, don't even go there. You did all you knew to do. No mother could ask more of her daughter. Her life was complete. She did what she wanted. From what you told me before, I'm sure she thought she was fighting for a good cause. In her mind, she was a martyr. That's a great accomplishment. Now, forget the what-ifs. So tell me, what about your father? I heard Marisol got to him, too."

My dad was different. He never said much. He just went about his business and let others go about theirs. But he was a security guard. His job was to get mean when he had to. Harding and some others were making a lot of noise behind his workplace. They were talking about Marisol - you know, that top-secret stuff. My dad went to investigate. The short of it is they shot him in cold blood.

"The good thing is my dad found a Bible. He was able to identify the prophecies I've lived through from Scripture. He knew about the rapture. He identified Marisol as the antichrist - at least in spirit."

"Yes, that's one thing I learned doing my research on her. She is able to separate her body from her spirit. Then her spirit invades the individual of her choice. She possesses Dickinson. He may think he's running the big show, but it's really Marisol working through him, Marisol, the devil."

Kinsley thought for a moment. "Don't you think Dickinson has done his best to deal with these world circumstances? We live in a new era now. It can't be easy for him."

"He might seem okay to some, but the worst is yet to come. He'll change. Then the world will see the true Dickinson. By the way, did you hear Russia was planning to invade Israel? Things are going to get sticky, I'm afraid."

Tony grabbed the remote and turned on the six o'clock news. It had been days since either had the opportunity to see what was happening in the world outside of Area 51. Dickinson was about to speak.

It has come to my attention there are rebels roaming the earth. Know that you have been monitored. We know where you are, and we will execute you. You were given fair warning. You are to worship me, and I only shall you worship. You will cease preaching another god or you will be hunted down and destroyed. There is no room for mavericks in the New World Order.

As of Friday afternoon, we have 141,462 of these dissenters. We have tracked your locations throughout the world. I will not stand for anyone who promotes the name of Jesus. No mere carpenter should be elevated to a savior of mankind. I am your savior. There is no one else, and if you fail to recognize this, be sure your days are numbered. This is a matter of misplaced faith, and it is not acceptable.

Know also that all chip implants will be completed by the 15th of this month. If you fail to receive the chip, buying and selling is not an option for you. The deadline for chip implants will under no circumstances be extended.

Dickinson slammed his fist on the lectern. He walked off camera, his arms flailing and cursing. Kinsley and Tony marveled at how the once sincere and calm president had taken on a diabolical personality. Traits of a madman covered his being.

"What's he talking about?" Kinsley asked.

"The 144,000 of Revelation. They've just about found all of them. Not to worry. God is with them. The mark of the beast - the microchip implant. It's been initiated. Just think, fulfilled prophecy before our eyes. Dangerous times, but exciting times."


Kinsley left Tony to his thoughts, and she returned to her room. Sleep didn't come easily or quickly, but when it did she slept peacefully. The rain tapping on the window woke her. She grabbed her phone to check the time. It read at 6:32 a.m. Time to be going.

She ran to the shower only to be greeted by the pour of icy water - no hot water. Just something else she would have to address at the checkout desk. She scooped up what little possessions she had and closed the door. As the door shut behind her a yellow sticky note floated to the ground. It read:

I had to leave in a hurry. Sorry I couldn't stick around to say good-bye. I will never forget you. Stay safe. Tony

"This can't be! This just can't be," she muttered to no one. "Tony would never have left without saying goodbye. This just can't be."

She made her way to Tony's room. The door was partially open. She peeked in. The room seemed to be empty as she entered. Tony indeed had left. All Kinsley could feel was her breaking heart.

Tony's journal lay open on the bed. Kinsley fought the urge to read it but couldn't help herself. There was no entry for the day, but yesterday's entry was telling.

I can't go on fooling myself. Kins doesn't know who I really am, and I can never let her know. I can never be what she needs. These strange feelings I have, I wonder if it could be love. That's something I never experienced. This much I know, I can never allow myself to find out. It's too dangerous.

© 2020 William Kovacic

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