Jesus has already returned. And He is Terrifying

My best friend Alvin and I have known each other since we were little kids. We’re in high school now, and though I love that guy to death, he has…changed. And I fear that all of this is only the beginning.
It all started back in March. Our group-me, Justin, Maria, and Alvin-had been planning our first road trip for Spring Break. Justin’s dad, who owned a liquor store, was going to supply us with a little bit of booze. Only after Justin swore to be responsible and to ensure we would too, of course. Maria had the hook-up for the weed. Alvin was going to bring munchie food and soda. That left me, the only one in the group with a car, to do the driving. We were gonna drive from Louisiana to Texas, and see what South Padre was all about.
Of course, fate had another plan. Four days before our break, Alvin’s parents blindsided him by declaring that he would be going with them to visit the Middle East. Alvin’s mother is Middle Eastern, but he had never had any interest in her homeland. Regardless, he was forced to go with his parents rather than chill and get high with us on the beach. Spring Break changed everything. Justin and Maria got drunk and ended up having sex in my backseat (I still have stains I can’t get rid of). This started a relationship between the two, which normally I wouldn’t have minded except for the fact that Alvin has been crushing on Maria since middle school. Something that Justin knew full well.
But speaking of Alvin, he came back from his week in Jerusalem a completely different person. His easygoing personality had become suddenly serious. He also started asking me philosophical questions and about human existence. I am a Christian, but Alvin had always been atheist; it seemed his trip to the homeland had sparked a new belief in God within him. He began reading the Bible religiously, and stopped doing drugs and drinking with us. I would have expected him to be enraged or at least bitter when he found out about Justin and Maria, but he was neither; No, instead, he seemed rather indifferent. He wouldn’t hang out with them unless I was there, of course, but otherwise he treated them just the same. Justin was relieved.
In May, however, when it was just us guys, Justin got high and started cracking jokes and telling us intimate details about Maria. Alvin, who was staring quietly up at the sky, turned to Justin and told him to shut his mouth. Justin, who is bigger and gets a bit aggressive when high, shoved Alvin and I had to get between the two of them. Not because there was going to be a fight, but because Justin would’ve pummeled Alvin, who was seemingly opposed to any sort of violence now.
“My Father wouldn’t want me to fight. I had to turn the other cheek,†said Alvin as I drove him to his house. I thought this was rather strange; I knew his dad, and he was just as abrasive and headstrong as Alvin had once been. “Justin will get what’s coming to him anyway. All sinners will.â€
The next day, Justin came to school livid. Apparently, his father had been robbed; Or else, someone was playing a terribly clever and nearly impossible to pull off joke. All of the alcohol in Justin’s dad’s liquor store had been replaced in their bottles with water. The brandy, whiskey, scotch, vodka, even the wine, was all gone. Local PD investigated, but the security cameras showed no intruders entering the store; And the corks were still firmly in place, the beer cans tabs undisturbed. It had all seemingly turned into water. Justin’s family lost a hell of a lot of money along with that alcohol.
Alvin, meanwhile, continued to freak us all out with talk about the coming apocalypse, and about how many people were doomed to burn.
“My Father is a loving God, but man has no love. Man doesn’t even love man anymore; there are so few that are worthy to inherit the kingdom. I will be his instrument, as I was when I lived in Bethlehem.â€
Maria and I exchanged glances, while Justin merely rolled his eyes. This was not the first nor the last time Alvin would refer to himself as the literal Son of God. It was also not the first or last time Justin would roll his eyes. Of course I still didn’t believe it myself, even considering the alcohol incident. It just couldn’t be. It didn’t make sense. I had known Alvin all my life, and he was not the perfect model that he was now trying so hard to be.
Besides, I knew that the Bible had foretold a completely different scenario for the moment when Christ returned. It certainly didn’t mention a teenage boy having a sudden rebirth after visiting his roots in the holy land.
And then the pool incident happened.
School was out, and, due to the late hour, the four of us had the pool to ourselves, save for one other couple. Justin was barbequing and cracking jokes, Maria and I were laughing together, and Alvin sat with his feet in the water, reading the Bible. He glanced over at the couple canoodling by the pool. They had gotten there before we had, and both were wasted. I could almost feel the judgment emanating from Alvin. As I took a swig of beer, I wondered what he thought of us, his own substance abusing friends. Justin looked up slyly at the couple as well, then at me.
“Hey, watch this.â€
He picked up a football he had brought along and took aim at the water. I knew that he intended to just splash the two of them, but he had thrown the ball too hard; It struck the man in the back of the head and he fell over, still as a stone, into the water.
The man’s girlfriend shrieked; I hopped up, as did Maria, and both of us glanced at Justin. “You have to save that guy, man, none of us knows how to swim!â€
Justin, however, seemed frozen; His eyes were wide with fear, and he merely stared at the ripples the man had left behind after falling in. I wanted to call 911, but I knew the man would be dead long before they arrived. I had to spur Justin into action. I was just beginning to walk towards him when I saw Alvin stand up. Every eye was suddenly on him as he calmly, and I know you won’t believe me when I say this, but he calmly just walked out onto the pool. Not by the pool, not near the pool, Alvin was walking on the warm blue water as if it was another part of the concrete. No one said a word, no one moved as he made his way over to the where the man had fallen, knelt down, stuck his arm into the water, and hoisted him out. Alvin laid the man down beside the pool, and, snapping back to reality, I ran over and pushed down on the man’s chest. He sat up, coughing out water, and then blinked quickly, looking around in confusion.
After that, things got tense, real quick. Justin began to fall apart. He didn’t hang out with us as much, and tried encouraging Maria not to either. He believed that Alvin had drugged us or something, even though we all, including that woman, saw Him literally walking on water. Alvin Himself continued acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. I confess, I only continued hanging out with Him out of pure terror. If He truly was Jesus risen, then how would He respond if I suddenly didn’t want to be around Him anymore? What else was He capable of? I didn’t want to find out.
The next incident occurred about a week ago. Alvin and myself were relaxing in Alvin’s living room, with Alvin playing Gospel music on His phone. I was trying and failing to focus on finishing my homework, instead stealing glances up at Alvin, who was munching on an apple. There was a knock at the door, and Alvin turned, His eyes unblinking. “That would be Justin. He’s come to kill me.â€
“What?†I knew Justin wasn’t coping well with what he had seen, but murder? No, that didn’t make sense. But if Alvin said so…I figured that it must be true. I didn’t know whether or not He wanted me to open the door, but suddenly it didn’t matter. The lawn chair from Alvin’s yard came flying in through a window, setting off the house’s alarm. Justin began climbing through, clearly intoxicated, a butcher’s knife in his hand. Alvin sat calmly on the couch, looking at Justin as he came in.
“You weird, good for nothing freak, I have had enough of-“
Justin, who was clearly in no state to be walking let alone climbing through a broken window, suddenly slipped; His arms sliced through the broken glass shards and he fell, the knife facing upward. I watched as it penetrated my friend’s neck; and that wasn’t the cruel part. He didn’t die immediately. Instead, he looked up at us, his eyes bloodshot, blood dribbling down the side of his mouth. He raised a bloody hand, pointed at Alvin, and then, a few seconds later, slumped over.
Rumors began to spread around town that the “Jesus freaks†killed their own friend. I tried to avoid all the talk, but it was impossible. Maria was inconsolable; Every time I saw her she was crying, and nothing I said or did could help her. She did not, however, try to distance herself from me or Alvin. I was glad that she didn’t blame us for what had happened. I suggested we have a movie night, in Justin’s honor. Maria and Alvin both agreed to it, but, from the moment she arrived at my house, Maria was leaking like a broken faucet. I paused The Silence of the Lambs so that I could console her, allowing her to cry into my shoulder. Thunder boomed outside, and rain ran down the windows like Maria’s tears on my shirt. Alvin, meanwhile, had gone from looking bored to being straight up amused. He looked happy, maybe even impressed, and it was unsettling to me.
“I-I-I-“ Maria stammered, unable to make her thoughts into words. I patted her back, and then the both of us jumped, startled, as there was a knock at the door. I hadn’t been expecting anyone; My parents were out and weren’t going to be back anytime soon. I shot Alvin a glance as Maria resumed her crying. “Hey, bud, do You think You could grab the door for me?â€
“No. It would be much better if Maria grabbed the door.â€
Maria looked up from my shoulder at the mention of her name. Alvin was smiling as though He were a toddler who had just built the Taj Mahal out of Legos.
“Why should it be Maria?†I asked tentatively.
“Because I did it for her. A surprise.â€
I felt a chill. I suddenly knew what Alvin had done, but it was too horrifying to put to words.
“A surprise? Alvin, You know I don’t like surprises. Who is it?â€
“It’s Justin.â€
There was another series of long, slow knocks. Maria and I both stared at the door, and then she turned to Alvin. “That’s not funny.â€
“And I’m not joking. Clearly you aren’t over him. You’re in love with him, I think. I hate to see you like this, Maria, so I brought him back. He’s here for you, not us.â€
There was yet another procession of long, slow knocks on the door. Lightning flashed and I leapt to my feet.
“Hey, Alvin, we’ll be right back down. Wouldn’t want Maria looking like a mess when she sees Justin again.â€
Alvin was still smiling. “Alright. Go ahead and let her clean up. I’ll let him in.†As He moved towards the door, I yanked Maria upstairs and into my bedroom. I slammed the door closed and sat down on my bed, shivering. Maria asked me what the hell was going on, and, just in case something even stranger were to occur, I decided I needed to document this. All of it. I am still here, in front of my laptop. Maria is staring in fear at my bedroom door, which is now being knocked on. Alvin is still downstairs. I wonder if He is amused.


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Not clever, and not creative at all. The writer attempted to use Christianity as some sort of scapegoat, (it's the "in" thing to do these days) but it's a total failure.