Gabe felt the upward movement once Maciek took hold of him. The sensation wasn’t walking or floating, it was simply movement. Looking down on the detention center where he had so recently been in relentless pain, the thought ‘what will become of my friends?’ passed through his mind.
“Many of them will endure and join you,” spoke Maciek.
Surprised, Gabe jerked his head to intently peer at Maciek, ‘Did he just answer my thought?’
“You hear everything I think?” asked Gabe incredulously. “Without me saying it?”
“Yes, and yes.”
‘Does all of heaven hear my thoughts?’ wondered Gabe anxiously to himself.
“Well it isn’t quite like that,” replied Maciek.
“Ahh!” exclaimed Gabe again in surprise, “I forgot you listen to my thoughts!” Regaining his composure, “why don’t I hear yours?”
“What you focus on is what you hear. What you ignore you won’t,” explained Maciek. “You will get used to it soon enough,” he added matter-of-factly.
“But that doesn’t make sense! If that were true how does God keep track of what is going on everywhere?”
“God’s unlimited in all capacities. God’s intently focused on every human, spiritual being, and all of creation. And as such, is able to tune into every thought and spoken word in existence simultaneously. Even with all of our abilities we can only tune into five or six-”
“So he just heard my last thought?” Gabe interrupted sheepishly.
Maciek roared with laughter, “Yes, God heard that thought too. And the words you just softly spoke. But don’t worry, God delights in all that you do!”
Gabe turned from Maciek to focus on not thinking a thought. It was hard to think about not thinking. While trying not to think, Gabe gazed downward and to his amazement could see the North American continent. Yet, if he focused, he could see individual people on the earth.
Sensing his confusion Maciek explained, “things here are much different. Here, senses are heightened thousands of times.”
Watching people on the continent, Gabe was aware of a growing shudder within him. With each passing moment it grew more intense. He initially thought was a natural feeling in eternity, but suddenly it began increasing rapidly. It was as though his whole spirit wanted to shake.
Suddenly they stopped moving.
The quiver inside Gabe moved to his frame. Maciek removed his arm from Gabe’s shoulder to his sword hilt. Looking for courage or an explanation, Gabe noticed Maciek too was quivering ever so slightly.
“Maciek, what’s going on?”
Maciek did not speak, but looked to the left. Gabe followed his gaze not knowing what to look for, seeing only darkness.
Gabe held his breath. Trembling, his darting eyes scouted around.
Then he heard it … no them.
Far away, an awful noise was advancing quickly on their position.
Growling, snarling, and shrieking, a horde of creatures was heading straight for them!
Panic engulfed Gabe. Maciek drew his sword.
Gabe stepped in tight, slightly behind him.
“What is it?!” cried Gabe.
“Hell’s furry,” shot Maciek tense.
“What are we going to do?!” cowered Gabe taking another step behind Maciek, placing Maciek between him and the noise.
“Wait,” replied Maciek confidently, “and battle if need be.”
Glancing around, Gabe could see no cover, no help.
‘What then?’ thought Gabe fear stricken. ‘Can they kill me here? Capture me and torture me? How is this possible?’ His mind raced with possibilities.
Now firmly pressed against Maciek, Gabe poked his head around to watch the scene unfold. With eyes glued on the horde, he watched as an enormous shadow arose, eclipsing the horde. The vile beast let out a heinous, rage-filled roar of delight.
With the corner of his eye, Gabe glanced at Maciek. Towering at nearly four meters and holding a two meter flaming sword made Maciek a formidable opponent. Certainly, if he were fighting humans on earth they wouldn’t stand a chance. He would be able to take down a battalion of elite soldiers with ease.
Things were different here. The encroaching horde was filled with equally strong, yet vile creatures. However the heinous beast had no equal in this fight. Three times larger than any other creature, this beast’s claws were the size of Gabe’s torso.
His beady, yellow eyes fixated on Gabe, sending fear screaming down Gabe’s spine.
Gabe knew that Maciek, even in all his strength, could not withstand this beast. Seeing no escape, Gabe closed his eyes, clenched Maciek, and waited for the end.