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Book 04

Facing the Future

LEFT BEHIND

> THE KIDS <

Jerry B. Jenkins

______________

Tim LaHaye

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Wheaton, Illinois

_________________________

To Jamie, Jeremy, and Jason

_________________________

What's Gone On Before

JUDDThompson Jr. and the other three kids living in his house had been involved in the adventure of a

lifetime. But it wasn't some-thing they would have chosen.

They had been horrifyingly left alone a few weeks before when their families disappeared in the global

vanishings--- or, in the case of Ryan Daley, when his parents had been killed in accidents related to the

disappear-ances.

Judd was the oldest at sixteen, the only one who could drive. His father, mother, and younger brother

and sister had disappeared in the middle of the night.

Vicki Byrne, fourteen, had lost her parents and her little sister, who had vanished right out of their trailer

home. Her brother, who had moved to Michigan, had also disappeared.

Lionel Washington, thirteen, had lost his parents, an older sister, and two younger sib-lings. His uncle,

andré Dupree, had been left behind too, but his recent murder had led to the situation in which the four

now found themselves.

They had stumbled onto each other and a young pastor at a local church. The older three of the four had

been church kids and knew immediately that the disappearances meant only one thing: What they had

heard about in church, what their parents had warned them about for years, had come true. Jesus Christ

had returned to snatch away his church, his true believers, in the twinkling of an eye. All over the world,

millions had dis-appeared right out of their clothes, leaving behind everything but flesh and blood and

bone.

Ryan, twelve, had had little idea what had happened. All he knew was that he was sud-denly an orphan.

His father had died in a plane crash when the pilot had disappeared. His mother was killed in a gas-main

explo-sion during the chaos that followed the van-ishings.

Ryan had been the last of the four to see the truth and the last to make the decision to believe in Christ,

to trust him for forgiveness of sin and to assure. himself that he would go to be with God when he died.

Vicki's trailer had burned to the ground. Lionel's home had been invaded and taken over by his uncle's

"friends." Ryan was afraid to stay alone in his own house, especially after it had been burglarized. So, the

four new Christians had settled into Judd Thomp-son's huge home in the Chicago suburb of Mount

Prospect, Illinois. They attended New Hope Village Church and sat under the teaching of Bruce Barnes.

While dealing with their grief and fear over the loss of their fami-lies, they were also striving to learn as

much as they could about what had happened and what was to come.

Bruce Barnes had been that rare full-time Christian worker, on the pastoral staff, who himself had been

left behind. He had lost his wife and small children to the vanishings. He knew immediately that he had

never been a true believer and quickly turned his life over to God. In his grief and remorse he became an

outspoken witness for Christ, telling every-one who would listen that they needed to come to God.

He also taught that the Rapture (Christ's snatching away of the church) was not the beginning of the

seven-year tribulation the Bible predicted, where the earth and its inhabitants would suffer tremendous

devas-tation and loss. No, he said, prophecy indicated that a great leader would arise, the Antichrist, the

great enemy of God. He would make a pact with Israel, and the day that was signed would signal the

beginning of the seven years.

The kids left behind were fascinated by what Bruce taught, and they wanted to be on the lookout for the

Antichrist. He was, Bruce said, a great deceiver who would appear to be an attractive and articulate

peacemaker and would fool many. They didn't want to be fooled. They wanted to stand and fight. And

they wanted others to come to Christ too.

But in the meantime, just surviving had become a chore. Lionel's uncle andré had appeared to have

committed suicide after realizing he had been left behind. But when Lionel went to identify the body, it

wasn't andré's!

LeRoy Banks, leader of the small band that had taken over Lionel's house, had murdered an enemy and

forced andré to make it appear the body was his own. andré first called Lionel's answering machine and

left a long, rambling, pitiful message about how he was going to do away with himself. Then the deed was

done in andré's apartment, and the victim--- about andré's size--- wore andré's clothes and jewelry and

carried his identifica-tion.

When the body turned out to be someone else, Lionel and his new friends set about try-ing to find

andré. But when LeRoy found out that Lionel had discovered the truth about the fake suicide, he was

afraid Lionel or andré would reveal the truth to the police. He sent andré into hiding, putting him in the

apartment of another friend, Cornelius Grey.

Lionel made Cornelius Grey's sister, Talia, take him there to see his uncle. When LeRoy found out, he

was sure they were conspiring to expose his murder to the police. Just after Talia and then Lionel had left

andré, LeRoy charged into Cornelius Greys apartment, shot andré, and set the place afire.

Judd, who had been nearby waiting for Lionel, raced into the burning building and helped Lionel drag his

uncle out. But it was too late. LeRoy had murdered yet again. Now Lionel was in danger from LeRoy,

who would have to keep killing to be sure no one was alive who knew what he had done.

Judd enlisted the aid of Chicago police ser-geant Tom Fogarty and came up with a plan to lure in LeRoy

and his friend, Cornelius ('Connie") Grey. Sergeant Fogarty set up a phony legal office in Chicago, and

Vicki Byrne called Cornelius to tell him that insurance money might be due him because of the fire in his

apartment.

The plan was to call LeRoy from Ryan's house, just in case he grew suspicious and tried to trace the

call. Ryan, Lionel, and Judd sat quietly while Vicki dialed. She threw on a very adult-sounding voice.

Cornelius Grey answered the phone.

"Mr. Grey, this is Maria Diablo from the law offices of Thomas Fogarty in Chicago. Mr. Fogarty is

representing the insurance company handling the settlements in the destruction by fire of your apartment

build-ing last week."

"Yeah, what do we get?"

"Well, sir, I'm not at liberty to discuss the amount over the phone, but I can tell you it is substantial.

Unfortunately, the payout must go to the payer of the rent over the last several months, and our records

indicate that it has not been you."

"No, the rent's been paid lately by a friend of mine, helpin' me out. Name is LeRoy Banks."

"Would I be able to speak to him?"

"Sure!"

Judd and the others heard Cornelius Grey quickly fill in LeRoy on their huge stroke of luck. "Let me

have that phone," LeRoy said, clearly doubtful.

"Who is this?" he demanded.

Vicki went through the same routine with him, in its entirety, just the way Judd had scripted it. Rather

than let LeRoy build on his doubts, she made the prize a little harder to get.

"Of course, sir, we would not be able to issue a check of this magnitude unless you were able to prove

to us that you are the same LeRoy Banks who has been paying the rent on Cornelius Grey's apartment."

"Oh, I'll be able to prove it all right. What time did you say Mr. Fogarty could see me?"

-----+-----

On the way back to Judd's house, Lionel and Ryan congratulated Judd for his idea and Vicki for her

performance. When they arrived, Judd prepared to call Sergeant Fogarty to fill him in on how things had

gone. Not only did he want to tell Fogarty when to expect to see LeRoy Banks and Cor-nelius Grey, but

he also wanted to beg to be there himself to see the big arrest. It was only fair that Vicki be allowed there

too, but he couldn't imagine the Chicago Police Depart-ment allowing civilians close to what could

become a dangerous situation.

Still, he would ask. He wanted above any-thing to see the look on LeRoy's face when he found out he

was not getting a check but rather getting arrested for murder. When Judd reached for the phone,

however, it rang.

"Are you watching channel nine?" Bruce Barnes asked Judd.

"No, we're in the middle of---"

"Turn on nine," Bruce insisted. "I've got a hunch the guy they're interviewing could be the one we're

supposed to watch out for."

"You mean the Antichrist?" Judd asked, grabbing the remote control. He wanted to tell Bruce the story

of the sting, but that would have to wait until he talked to Fogarty.

He thanked Bruce and turned on the tele-vision, watching in fascination. "You'd better call the sergeant,"

Vicki suggested.

"Yeah!" he said, turning down the volume and dialing the number.

Fogarty was ecstatic, and he wasn't closed to the idea of Judd and Vicki being there when it all

happened. "We have a one-way mirror at the back where my backups will be. That's where they'll come

from to surprise these two when I give the signal. I think if you two agree to stay there until it's all over,

you could have a great view and stay safe. It'd be too risky to have your young friend there, and we don't

want the murder victim's nephew in the neighborhood at all that day, Just in case."

"But Vicki and I can come, really?"

"Sure. Just be sure you're an hour early and park far away."

Judd couldn't wait. As he hung up he looked at his watch and decided he and Vicki would have to leave

within the hour to be downtown in time to be in place. He turned up the TV and watched more of the

interview with the man Bruce now suspected could be the Antichrist.

Boy, would he and Bruce have a lot to talk about the next time they got together!

_________________________

CHAPTER ONE

The Ride

JUDDfelt a tingle down his spine as he and Vicki got in the car. He'd had enough excite-ment for a

lifetime the last couple of weeks, but he had never been involved in anything like this. He had been a

rebel, a difficult, stubborn, self-centered teen. Lying to his par-ents and running with the wrong crowd

had been the extent of his adventure--- at least until the Rapture.

His world had been turned upside down. Meeting three other instant orphans, having them move in, and

all four of them coming to Christ within a few days made his previ-ous life seem eons ago. Was it

possible that just a few weeks ago he thought he knew ev-erything there was to know about just about

everything? Now, strange as it seemed, he knew he was more mature and grown-up than ever, mostly

because he realized how little he knew about anything.

Everything important to him before now seemed childish and stupid. What he cared about now was

God. People. Truth. Justice. Survival. In a way, he missed the carefree youth he had been squandering

by playing the tough guy. Rascal though he was, his par-ents were always there to bail him out. And

while they may have wondered what would ever become of him, he knew down deep they would have

even forgiven him for steal-ing his dad's credit card and running away to Europe. Always, there had been

that escape hatch. They loved him, wanted the best for him, and would eventually forgive him and

welcome him back. They had modeled God to him, but he had been too self-centered to realize it.

Here he was, on his own now, wondering when or if school would ever start up again. How would they

notify the kids when it was time to come back? How many had disap-peared? How many teachers?

Would school ever seem normal again? And should he go to school? If Bruce was right and Nicolae

Carpathia, who had just become the new secretary-general of the United Nations, could be the

Antichrist, how long would it be before he signed some sort of an agreement with Israel?

If that came soon, there would be only seven more years of life on earth as they knew it. Did Judd need

an education, or would he be wasting time in class while the world hurtled out of control? These were

things he and the others were going to have to discuss with Bruce. But that would be later. Now it was

time to get to Chicago and to watch the police sting LeRoy Banks and Cornelius Grey. It was a trap he

had devised, which had impressed Sergeant Tom Fogarty.

Vicki had done a great job on the phone, pretending to be Maria Diablo, secretary to Tom Fogarty, "the

attorney." Judd had thought of the fake name for her.

"Where did you come up with that name, anyway?" she said.

"Diablomeans 'devil' in Spanish."

Vicki shot him a double take. You think I'm a devil?"

"Hardly," Judd said, carefully picking his way through traffic. He wanted to look at Vicki, but there was

still enough rubble and construction going on that he didn't dare take his eyes from the road.

Judd's grades had tumbled during the last year, but he had always been a good memorizer, probably

from all the years he had spent in Bible memory clubs as a kid. That memory told himdiablo was from

the worddiabolical, which meant "tricky" or "devious." That was what his plan was.

How many times had Judd's mother com-plained, "But you've got a good brain"? She used to say, "Use

it like you used to, and your grades will shoot up."

He knew she was right, but because he had not been controlled by God back then, he had used the gift

God had given him, that sharp mind, for his own purposes. He had devised a runaway plan, saved cash

he got from the stolen credit card, and made his own plane reservations. Fittingly, God chose the middle

of Judd's escape from his "awful" home life to send Christ and rapture the church.

If it hadn't been so devastating, Judd might have found humor in it. Though he knew the truth and what

he had to do--- receive Christ after all--- still he found himself facing the despair of the loss of his family.

Sometimes he caught himself in such a dark hole of sad-ness, despite finally settling things with God, that

he wondered if he could go on.

Maybe, he thought, that was why God had, in essence, left him in charge of these other three kids.

Without that responsibility, he wondered what would have become of him. Keeping track of Ryan and

Lionel alone kept his mind occupied much of the time. Then there was reading his Bible and studying

what Bruce believed was crucial for him to know. Vicki didn't take any work. It was good to have

someone close to his age to talk to, someone who seemed to understand him.

Judd pulled onto the expressway and found himself in that crazy traffic that had seemed to double since

the Rapture. Where was everyone going? With so many having disappeared, it seemed strange that rush

hour lasted all day and half the night now. People were desperate, frantic to see how this would all sort

itself out. What would happen to their jobs, their companies, their careers, their plans?

It would be months, Judd figured, before the roadways were cleared of all the crashed cars and debris.

It seemed all he and the oth-ers heard or saw on the news was crime and mayhem. Bad people took

advantage of bad times, and times had never been as bad as this.

Judd was grateful Vicki was with him. On the one hand, he thought she was the type of girl he could get

interested in, but on the other he realized that, had it not been for the crisis they found themselves in, they

would never have even met. In fact, with him being from the ritzier part of Mount Prospect and her being

from the trailer park, he wondered if they would have ever had anything to do with each other.

That all seemed so petty now. What was so important about how people looked and acted and dressed,

or how much money their parents made, had nothing to do with their personal worth. Maybe some

people would have been embarrassed to date someone from a lower class than themselves, but Judd had

already seen how shallow that was.

When he talked to Vicki and spent time with her, he realized she was the same per-son whether she

wore his mother's clothes or whether she wore her own. With or without makeup, with or without

jewelry, who she was came through. At first her grammar was lazy and she used a lot of slang. But she

knew better. It was clear she had a good mind. She had been even more rebellious than Judd, and it was

clear she had seen how wrong she had been too.

Judd wanted to talk about the sting they were about to witness, but there was nothing to say. It had all

been planned and laid out, and as far as they knew, neither LeRoy nor Cornelius suspected a thing. The

only ques-tion was whether Talia had figured out what was happening. She had told Vicki that her

brother and LeRoy were looking to cash in on insurance money. That had given him the idea of how to

trap them. Would Talia catch on to that? And if she tipped the two guys off, would they avoid the sting or

come in shooting?

For sure they would come armed. Both had enough enemies to make them look over their shoulders no

matter where they went. That was why Sergeant Fogarty insisted that, while Judd and Vicki could come

and watch, they had to be behind the protective one-way mirror, out of the way if anything bad hap-

pened.

Vicki wasn't sure yet what she thought of Judd. She had heard his story enough that she felt she knew it

as well as her own. She was surprised at how similar they were, both having been rebellious kids. But

she couldn't imagine why a rich kid would rebel against a setup like he had: his own room in a huge,

expensive home, permission to drive his par-ents' cars, the latest clothes, the best gadgets, and never

having to work. What was to rebel against? While she had always told herself she hated her parents'

religion and rules, it was really where they lived that she hated.

Vicki never would have admitted that to a rich kid. In fact, she would have defended the trailer park and

its people over the pho-nies who lived in the big houses and didn't seem to care about anyone. Sure, her

neigh-bors could be loud and destructive, but look what kind of lives they led. No one could get ahead.

They were all working to just get by. Vicki had wanted to get out of that environ-ment, and she had the

sinking feeling it would never happen.

Now, here she was, trying to convince her-self she could fit into a different culture. But was it just living

in a rich kid's home that made her look and think and act and even talk differently? She knew better than

that. She had grown up overnight, and like Judd often said, the things they used to think were so

important weren't so important after all. Her biggest change, though she looked differ-ent, was inside.

She didn't have to apologize for being a trailer-park girl.

She certainly didn't feel as if she were somehow from a lower class of people than Judd was. He had

treated her nicely from the beginning, and she didn't get the impression he was just condescending to her.

He seemed like a good kid, and he sure was smart. She was too, if she could believe her teachers. They

had constantly told her she could do better and that she wasn't working up to her potential. But the idea

of sitting up late at night studying instead of running with her friends almost made her gag.

Now she felt like a fool. Like Judd, she missed the family she had squabbled with. She wished she had

followed her teachers' advice. If she ever got the chance again, she would. Everything was different now.

What a difference a few weeks made. More than that, she realized, the difference had come in an instant.

Everything she ever thought or cared about changed when her perspective changed. And nothing could

have changed her perspective more dramatically than mil-lions of people--- including her whole fam-

ily--- disappearing, just like they said they might someday.

Vicki shook her head as she thought about it.When you're wrong you're wrong, she told herself.

"What?" Judd asked, startling her.

"What what?" she said.

"Out of the corner of my eye, I saw you shaking your head."

"I was just thinking," she said. "How dif-ferent you and I are from who we thought we were not that long

ago."

"I was just thinking the same thing."

"Are you scared?" Vicki asked, suddenly changing the subject.

"About this? Today, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"'Course. Aren't you?"

"Yeah," she said, "but it's kind of fun, and there's no way I'd miss it. It's like being in a TV show or a

movie--- only it's real."

-----+-----

Several minutes later Judd found the street he was looking for and parked three blocks away and

around the corner. "We've got to hurry," he said. "Fogarty doesn't want us to be around here in case

LeRoy or Cornelius comes early to check out the area."

_________________________

CHAPTER TWO

In Place

LIONELhad the same fear Judd had, and at about the same time. As he sat at Judd's house with Ryan,

waiting to hear how every-thing would turn out, he suddenly wondered whether Talia might figure this all

out and spill the beans to her brother and LeRoy. She was not a dumb woman.

Lionel stood quickly. "I gotta get going," he said.

"What do you mean?" Ryan said. "You're not leaving me here alone."

"I have to, but just for a little while."

"No!"

"Yes! Now just wait here for me."

"Tell me what you're doing."

"If you have to know, I'm going to my house."

"What for? What if LeRoy and Cornelius are still there?"

"They won't be."

"You don't know that, Lionel. You're going to spook them!"

Lionel hesitated. "I think they'll be gone by now."

"You'd better check. Why not call them?"

Lionel thought a minute. "Good idea," he said. And he saw Ryan beam. Talia answered the phone. "Hey,

Talia," he said.

"Lionel?"

"Yeah."

"What's up?"

"Thought I'd come and talk to you."

"Come on ahead. Nobody here but me."

"Really?"

Now Lionel didn't know what to do. He hadn't really wanted to talk to her. He had just wanted to

distract her, to keep her from saying anything to LeRoy and Cornelius in case she had realized that they

were being set up. It sounded as if she had never given that a thought.

"Yeah, come on over. I'm real sorry about andré. You and your friends think LeRoy killed him."

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