Frailty Page #2

That's God's purpose for us.

The angel called us "God's Hands."

So we're like superheroes?

That's right.

We're a family of superheroes

that are gonna help save the world.

But, Dad, that

doesn't make any sense.

I know it sounds that way,

son, but it's the truth.

So what are our superpowers?

Well...

we can see the demons

while other people can't.

The angel told me God would send us

Magical weapons?

I imagine so.

When do we get them?

I don't know.

The angel just said soon.

That's all I was told, except

we're not supposed to tell anybody.

Absolutely no one.

If we do, we put them

and ourselves in danger.

Fenton?

Don't worry, it's okay.

It's a lot to understand.

I waited to tell you until I had

a chance to figure it out myself.

But the angel said

I had to do it now.

Fenton?

I didn't know

what to say or how to feel.

Do you understand what I told you?

Judgment Day is here.

It was too messed up

to understand or even acknowledge.

Soon we'll all be in Heaven.

You, me, Adam. With Mommy.

I didn't realize it at the moment,

at least not consciously...

She's waiting

to see us in Heaven.

but my happy and mostly secure world

had just been flipped over.

-And there were dark things there.

-Judgment Day is here.

Very dark things.

We've been chosen by God.

And my little boy's mind

just couldn't take it.

Adam! Fenton!

Up and at'em, boys!

Morning, kiddo.

Hey, come on,

lazybones. It's late.

We overslept.

Let's go.

Snap to it and

get dressed. I gotta get to work.

Drop you guys off on the way.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Hey, let me have a bite of that.

None of us mentioned it.

It was only a dream, a nightmare.

Nothing that crazy could be real.

Everything was okay,

just like before.

Have a good day at school, boys.

And remember not to tell anyone.

We won't, Dad. Bye.

Okay, now. I want you all to copy

down this sentence. We're gonna go

through the structure.

"The girl in

the blue dress..."

I refused to believe it.

-"walked..."

-That next week was a dream too.

"her...

brown dog."

Like when Dad started bringing

home the "magical" weapons.

He was on his way to work...

when God called to him.

Be careful.

I still can't understand

what these gloves are for though.

Just a long, long dream.

I want you to write this down at the

Top of your pages in big letters.

Boys! Boys, look at this.

We got them all.

It won't be long now.

The angel came again

last night and told me

that God will be sending us

a list of the first 7 demons soon.

It wasn't real.

It couldn't be.

I just had to wait it out.

-Come over here a minute, Fenton.

-I'm washing dishes.

That can wait. Come here.

I want to talk to you.

I know you've had some trouble

adjusting to everything.

And I'm sorry.

But God has willed this

and we must obey God.

Maybe you just dreamed it.

I didn't dream it. I wouldn't

make up something like that, son.

Maybe...

Maybe you're not

right in the head.

It happened, Fenton.

It's true.

You'll see that soon.

That's what I wanted to talk

to you about. I got the first list.

The angel came to him

while he was at work.

Dad,

-these are people's names.

-That's right.

And they'll look

like people too.

But they're not.

The angel said

when I lay my hands on them

I'll reveal them

for what they truly are.

That's what the gloves are for.

I get them and bring them

back here with the gloves on,

and once they're back here, I take

the gloves off and reveal them.

You'll see.

Then you'll believe.

Does anyone know

what this word means?

Do you remember

what this word means?

The dream had finally ended.

It was all real.

And I had to stop him.

The obvious answer was to tell

someone what he was planning.

But I couldn't do that.

I loved him even

if he had gone crazy.

Dad, look, I got a list too.

Where did you get this, Adam?

God gave it to me.

Isn't Travis Shed that boy that was

picking on you at school last week?

He's a demon.

Tell the truth, Adam.

You made this list up

yourself, didn't you?

-No, God did.

-Adam?

Come on, right here.

Now, listen to me, son.

You can't make stuff like that up.

We destroy demons.

If we were to use your list,

we'd be killing people.

And we can never do that.

Now, destroying demons

is a good thing.

Killing people is bad.

You understand?

I'm sorry, Dad.

That's all right.

It's okay.

You just got to have

a little patience. Don't worry.

God will send you

your own list when you're older.

Okay. Go do some homework.

The only thing

left to do was to tell.

That was easier said than done.

Dad had promised to take us

to the movies that night,

but he didn't come home from work.

When's Dad coming home?

I don't know.

Think he's destroying a demon?

-It's all make-believe, Adam.

-No, it's not. It's true.

Listen to me. None of that demon

junk is real. Daddy just made it up.

-No, he didn't.

-He did too.

Just like Santa Claus.

You remember when you caught Dad

putting our presents under the tree?

It's just like that.

Adam,

have I ever lied to you?

All right, look.

Dad made up this whole thing. The

names on his list are real people.

Do you understand?

-But why would he make it up?

-I don't know.

But I think we should leave.

You mean... run away?

Will you go with me?

Only for

-a little while.

-I don't want to leave Dad.

Neither do I.

But we might have to.

Why?

Dad's gonna kill somebody.

Son, come over here.

Come on, I need your help.

Dad?

Come on out here, Adam.

Shine that light over here.

Hey, Dad, who is that?

That's a demon, son.

Come on in here, boys.

It's all right.

Goon, don't be afraid.

God came to him earlier that day

and told him that the time had come.

After work he drove

down to Jacksonville,

about 45 minutes or so

southwest of Thurman.

He said he'd never been there before

but he had no problem finding it.

God was leading him.

-Cynthia Harbridge?

-Yes?

-Dad, don't. Please don't.

-Fenton,

if I could spare

you this, I would.

But we are God's servants

and His will must be served.

Don't be afraid, son.

Is that true?

Why would I make it up?

Where's your father now?

Dead.

Sir, I was thinking

about heading out.

Unless you need me to stay.

No.

That's all right.

You go ahead.

Have a good night, sir.

So he killed that woman

right there in front of you?

But not to his way of thinking.

You see, to him he hadn't killed

a woman, he'd destroyed a demon.

He believed that when

he laid his hands on her,

it revealed her sins.

Dad, don't! Please!

No, Adam.

Do it like this.

It's gotta be done

in a certain way.

The angel was real specific.

Why out here

in the rose garden?

God chose it.

Just like He chose us, I suppose.

Don't cry for her, Fenton.

She wasn't human.

Didn't you see

when I touched her?

I saw it, Dad.

You killed her.

I didn't kill her, son.

I destroyed her.

She was a demon.

You know, I wasn't so sure

I could do it myself.

I mean, she looked like

a woman to me too.

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