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Chapter Five
The jail cell was dark, or so Debra thought. She wasn’t quite sure. Swelling around her eyes had squinted them to the point only a crackworth of light could stream in. She could discern the walls were gray, but that was about it, and even then an inkling of doubt whispered that her eyelashes might be filtering out the color.
The silver lining of her situation was that everything in her body hurt to the point nothing hurt. She couldn’t even tell if the metal cot she was sitting on was cold or not, let alone the room. Her nerves were too busy relaying the pain.
Filtered light increased for a moment, or maybe it didn’t. Nothing was discernible through what part of her eyes could see.
“Debra,” a voice that sounded airy and ascendant as if heaven kissed it called out, “Debra. It is I, Fred. I have returned. Debra, my goodness, what happened to your face?!”
Through the small open slits of her mangled face, only a grayish shape stood in her view.
Her first attempt to speak ended up being a groan.
At least the soothing voice of her saintly friend seemed to understand. “It’s okay, Debra. I was told you would need intervention, but I didn’t know you were so hurt. What happened?”
This time, she steeled her will and pushed through the pain to speak. “The police kicked my butt.”
“Why, Debra?”
She sent a brain signal to wave her hand dismissively, though she wasn’t sure if it succeeded or not. “Have you ever met Savannah P.D.?” her voice comes out muffled.
“Debra. What really happened?”
Another groan, this time because her verbal defense failed. “I got in a fight with some scouts. I’m pretty sure they took Max.”
“And the police got aggressive with you because you fought children?”
The voice betrayed a knowledge of deeper information, and that annoyed the vampire, but the annoyance unbalanced her nerves and caused a surge of pain.
“Okay, there was a- misunderstanding. I, uh, might have kicked a policeman’s daughter in the face.”
A brightness overpowered her view, forcing her numb left arm to deploy to protect whatever vision she had left.
“Debra, how long will it take you to realize everything that has gone wrong is your fault?”
She said no but her tongue garbled it. After three attempts, she was able to speak. “People are responsible for their actions, Fred. Don’t they teach that in Heaven? Those people tased me!”
A roar shook Debra and then her body tumbled. She felt herself falling onto the ground, surging pain through her. A cry for help was inaudible due to the roar becoming even louder. It was doomsday and there was no one there for her.
She saw.
Around her were sun-covered clouds and beyond them was the infinite expanse of space while an endless amount of small white points dotted the distant black. She felt weightless, and a look down revealed that while she was upright, non-swollen feet were dangling into a cloud.
Then the realization that it was sunny hit her and she screamed. Yet nothing burned.
“Ha!” Her legs danced with joy. “I’m in Heaven! About time! Life after undeath! I will never die! Everything is coming up Debra!”
A whooshing sound beside her gained her attention. Turning, she saw sparks form a golden aura from which Fred emerged, not as a ghostly image but as a man. He was wearing orange overalls with the letters “SS Limbo” on them.
“Debra,” he said.
“Fred! I told you it wasn’t my fault and God must agree!” She put her finger on her chin. “I wonder if the big guy needs a reporter.”
Her friend tisked. “Debra, as I was saying, God allowed you to see this as a final plea. For every step forward you take, there are five steps back. The angels wanted to show you Hell, but you know too many monsters there. Here, you may just listen.”
“You got like two minutes before I try out the buffet.”
He rolled his eyes. “Look, Max - you remember him, right? - is missing and in trouble. He is in trouble because of you.”
“I think,” she said as she crossed her arms, “he is missing because of the scouts and the Junior Club- and maybe a Bigfoot.”
His two hands grabbed and shook her. “You made up the Bigfoot, remember!”
“Oh, yeah.” Her drawn out words echoed in the sky.
“You tied him up! You keep putting him in danger! And now a sin of yours from World War II is about to kill him!”
“There was a second world war, now?”
Fred groaned. “It’s going to be a long night.”
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