No Choice

Fear crawled up his spine and curled around his neck. If you couldnt hear and you couldnt see, were you even alive? Britton Donovan seemed like a regular guy. He ran an autism center, he had a wife and two kids. He made a decent living. Most folks didnt know he had a secret. Sure, he spent most of his life, as a Defective. If only that was his biggest secret. Fifteen years since that day...the day he woke up in the back of an ambulance. He felt like hed been struck by lightning, or maybe the hand of God Himself. He was no longer Defective. At least not as far as the world defined it. He was whole. That miserable life was something he needed to forget. He left it. The good and the bad. Why dwell on those dark years? All was forgotten...He was on a flight across the Atlantic...huge rifts tore through the veil. Allowing the spiritual to bombard the world...Light warriors rushed through to protect, large spears and shining swords. Demon Trolls crawled through the aircraft as it barreled through the sky...Britton watched, helpless. The spirits infected each passenger with a virus, causing them to lose their sight, their hearing. He alone was left...untouched. His mind chased a thousand possibilities...why was he immune? Was it his past life? It wasn't a virus that attacked the immune system. It was a virus that attacked the soul. The world would need reminding...no vaccine ever made anyone immune to sin.