Dean Anderson arrived on his motorcycle at his 78-arce ranch in the Rockies. He looked at the sky; not a cloud in sight. Now he looked down. He smirked
"Fun," he told himself.
He revved it up. In a pop-a-wheelie, he was off, kicking dust high into the air. He raced down the dirt road to his house. His threw down the motorcycle. After a moment's hesitation, he took off his helmet and let it slide through his fingers.
He wrapped his fingers around the doorknob. With a heavy sigh, he slammed the door open. The stench of quiet thick, almost sickening.
"Kellie!" he called, frantically running around the house.
"Jake! Lili!"
He checked in the kitchen. Nothing but a bathrobe. He picked it up and held it to his cheek.
"Where are you?" he demanded in a panicked voice.
The garage. He found both cars.
They could not have left. he thought.
He ran upstairs two steps at a time. He checked his and Kellie's room. Nothing, the bed made neatly. She had been out of bed. He swore. He looked in Jake's room. His bed's covers were a mess. Dean walked over to his son's bed and folded a portion of his covers over. Jake's clothes were there spread out as if his spirit had been sleeping in them. As a last ditch effort, he slowly walked to Lili's room. He didn't want to know the truth; that she had also been ripped from his life. As entered, he saw the truth for himself. Her bed looked the same as Jake's. Drawing back her covers, he saw her clothes, too, without his daughter in them.
"Why?" he cried.
So he walked back to his room and noticed his wife's bible on the nightstand. He walked over to it. He picked it up and sat on her side of the bed. He found bookmarks everywhere. Revelation. Daniel. John. Ezekiel. He read from it.
Revelation 13.18:
This calls for wisdom. If anyone has insight, let him calculate the number of the beat, for it is a man's number. His number is 666.
He snapped the bible shut.
"You can have your God!" he screamed. "I want know part of Him!"
With that, he threw the bible into the closet mirror, and a piece of it shattered leaving shards of glass in it.