Evie
The Past
 
“Sister, come in. Sit, sit! We have blessed news for you.” Sister Anna beamed at me from across the desk. In the corner of the room stood the Prophet Edward and his brother David. They both watched me settle.
Anna handed me an envelope. 
“What is it?” I asked, taking it but not opening. 
“God’s work in action,” Edward told me, folding his arms over his chest. “God has blessed your efforts.”
I opened the envelope, pulling from it a series of thick papers. On them were pictures, no. Photos. 
A man’s lifeless eyes stared out at me from the paper, his body resting in a pool of blood. 
I dropped the pictures, hands pressing against my mouth as bile burned up the back of my throat. 
“Do you know who this is?” David prompted. 
“It’s the policeman,” I whispered, unable to tear my gaze from the pictures on the floor. 
“Yes.” Edward came forward, scooping up the papers, depositing them in my lap. “Your plan worked. He did as bid, then killed himself. Another successful mission for God.”
I lifted my head, tears burning as I stared at him, unable to find my voice. 
“This is number five by my count. Truly, you are blessed, my child.” Edward pressed a kiss to my forehead. He withdrew, standing and moving to Sister Anna’s side. “God has shown us a vision.”
“Oh yes,” Anna cried, clapping her hands. “You’re to lead us.”
Edward nodded. “You’re going to design the end.”
“The end?” I whispered, my blood freezing in my veins. 
“The final coming.”