JEREMIAH (TV) - WRITTEN FOR FFFC

[prisca]

Title: God's messenger
Character: Mr. Smith
Word Count: 116
Written for the Fandom Battle at FFFC
Prompt: despair
Finished: 26.05.2021

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Smith was shaking all over, cowering on the ground, not aware of the cold rain falling down on him.

God had sent him here, but the message had been as mysterious as ever, and he had been too late, again. The old barn already fully ablaze, the dense, biting smoke in the air, desperate cries reached his ear. With a mixture of helpless anger and despair, he had stared at the scenario before he finally broke down, weeping silently.

On days like these, he hated it to be God's messenger; but he learned to accept it that there was no escape, not for him. If he declined to accept his fate, the world would be doomed.

JEREMIAH (TV) - WRITTEN FOR FFFC

[prisca]

Title: Rose
Character: Mr. Smith
Word Count: 410
Written for the Fandom Battle at FFFC
Prompt: baby
Finished: 26.05.2021

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Smith couldn't help but stare at the old nun; he hadn't seen someone older than himself for about fifteen years when a virus had killed all adults. Maybe he was only dreaming, though the cold rain falling on his face told something different.

She stepped closer, smiling friendly. „There you are. I've been waiting for you.“

„Waiting for me,“ he repeated. This was even more strange.

„He told me that you would come.“

Suddenly his heart was beating wildly. Could it be? Was he not the only one? „He... God is talking to you, too,“ he finally asked.

„Only in my dreams. Sometimes.“ She turned around, pointing at the old convent. „Maybe we should go inside. You will understand when you see her.“

And he followed her through long, dark halls until she finally stopped in front of a big, wooden door. „The future of the world is lying behind,“ she said while stepping in into the room. The first he noticed was the dimmed light and the comfortable warmth. Then the baby cribs along the walls.

The old nun stepped closer to the last one, standing near the fireplace, and bend forward. When she turned back to him, a baby was lying in her arms. So fragile, so innocent, Smith thought, so unaware of all the horror going on in the world.

„This is Rose. She is your daughter.“

The shock hit him hard then he shook his head. „I don't have a daughter,“ he protested weakly.

„I guess you are wrong.“ The old nun was still smiling. „The name of her mother was Anna Rose. You met her during a cold winter night at a library in Clearwater.“

Shaking all over, he squeezed his eyes shut. Of course, he did remember. This one night, when he had left the world behind; a night full of warmth and love. But when he did wake up in the morning, she was gone, and he wasn't even sure if she actually had been real or just a comforting dream which gave him the strength to move on. A dream, like the convent, the old nun, and the baby. Only this made sense.

But then he held her in his arms, and she opened her eyes. Crystal blue, like Anna Rose's eyes. And the love he felt was the love of a father who wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice himself if it meant to keep his child safe.

JEREMIAH (TV) - WRITTEN FOR FFFC

[prisca]

Title: Danger
Character: Mr. Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Word Count: 141
Written for the Fandom Battle at FFFC
Prompt: moon
Finished: 26.05.2021

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„Kurdy?!“ Only hesitating, Smith stepped into the gym where the daily fight training of the newcomer had just ended. „Can you teach me how to use a gun?“

Surprised, Kurdy eyed him; the little guy had always refused to join the training courses so far. „God wants me to be his messenger, not his fighter,“ he used to say.

„Sure, on Saturday, I will do some target practice with the newbies. You could join us.“

But Smith shook his head. „No. Saturday might be too late. God says, when the moon lights up the night, the eldest and the youngest will be in danger. It's a full moon tomorrow.“

And Kurdy did understand. „I guess you should better talk with Markus. He can send some men to the school to ensure that Sister Hannah and the children are safe.“