The Wrath of Jeremy (19 page)

They all looked at each other with shock,
realizing none of them had passports. But David touched Frank’s arm
again and asked, “Frank, we don’t have passports, is that a
problem?”

“No, sir, it’s not a problem at all. Your
flight leaves in twenty minutes.”

Gabriel, Michael, Jeremy and Mary looked at
David with amazement in their eyes. “How did you do that?” Gabriel
asked while they walked to the terminal along with David holding
the tickets and looking over his shoulders. The blood from his
hands melted off from his sweat and dripped onto the tickets,
smearing some of the ink.

David turned around and stopped walking; he
faced Gabriel. They all surrounded David and listened closely to
his reply. “Easy, I know who I am. As soon as you, Jeremy and
Michael find out the truth about who you are, then you will have
the power, too.”

“Well, then, why don’t you tell us who we are
so we could have this so-called ‘power’ ourselves?” Michael asked.
He forced out his chest, attempting to show his might toward David
as well as make him feel inferior.

“Because, like I said to Jeremy, I can’t tell
you who you really are, but I know someone who can. Listen, as soon
as we reach Jerusalem, all the mysteries that you wanted to know
will be revealed. All I know is who we are and why we are going to
the Holy City, I don’t know anything else,” David replied, handing
their tickets to the airline stewardess before boarding the
plane.

“I’m sorry, but this plane is going to
Europe, not Amman, Jordan,” the stewardess said with confusion in
her words as she looked at all of their tickets and all of their
bloody faces. “This is a misprint, I’m sorry.” Before they boarded
the plane, David touched the stewardess with his hand. “My mistake,
this plane does go to Amman, Jordan, I am truly sorry,” the
stewardess said as David pulled his hand away from her young, black
arm. Before they all boarded the plane, silence took over the
airport, with Mary turning around to face opposite of the doorway
to the airplane, and watching the long airport terminal in
suspicion. It was as if she knew something was about to happen, as
if the sight of Grewsal’s mishap allowed her senses to change, grow
stronger, become an instinct on a clairvoyant level. As soon as
everyone entered the plane, Mary noticed a flash of white light
that took over the airport, making everyone who stood in its body
freeze in a still position. She saw a gust of wind swirl through
the building, winding all of its dust and papers into a huge,
titanic cyclone that grew in strength and size every time Mary’s
heart beat to a higher momentum. Her eyes widened at the cyclone,
and she ran into the airplane and shut the door herself, trying to
wipe her eyes, making herself believe that it was all in her
imagination. “Something’s coming,” she noted to herself.

Meanwhile, on-board, David made sure to shake
the pilot’s hand before going to his seat. “Oh, we better get some
more fuel, Amman is a long distance away from here,” the pilot said
to his co-pilot before David released his glowing hand from his
grip.

Each one of them went into the bathroom
separately and wiped the blood from their bodies, at least most of
the blood. After they exited the bathroom, they sat down in coach
and stayed there for ten minutes; that’s when the other passengers
of the plane looked around the cabin in confusion. “Why isn’t the
plane taking off yet?” one passenger asked before the pilot came
over the intercom.

“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but the
plane will be taking off for Amman, Jordan, in about ten minutes,
thank you,” the pilot announced. All of the coach passengers got up
from their seats and walked up to the three stewardesses.

“Great, now we’re gonna get caught, thanks a
lot, David,” Gabriel said with sarcasm. David just turned away and
looked out his window of the airplane.

“Just wait and see,” said David while Gabriel
noticed all the passengers leaving the plane. David turned around
to face Gabriel, adding, “Well, it looks like we have the plane to
ourselves!”

“Who the hell are you, anyway?” Gabriel asked
in a surprised fashion, watching the last passenger exit the plane.
Mary examined the opened doorway to the plane in panic, remembering
the cyclone of light that triggered her fears circling around in
the airport for her to see alone. But the last passenger exited,
and the stewardess closed the door, permitting Mary’s fear to calm
for a bit.

Mary got up from her seat with Jeremy and
Michael and they all walked over to David and Gabriel’s seats. “The
question is, who are you?” asked David with all of them listening
closely to his reply.

“Listen, I want you to tell us what the hell
is going on, David, because I’m pretty confused here,” Michael
yelled out. “Listen, I just got shot in the chest, but when I
looked at it, the wound had vanished. I just saw two gargoyles
chasing my ass, and to top it off, I saw people turn into dirt.
Please tell us what the hell is going on!” yelled Michael.
Abruptly, David looked out the window of the empty plane and, to
his flabbergasted eyes, saw Curtis and Victor running on the runway
toward their parked plane.

“Shit,” David shouted, seeing Curtis and
Victor wielding a truck that had a staircase connected to the back
of it.

“What? What happened, why did you say
‘shit’?” Jeremy asked with Mary crying again loudly.

“That’s it, I’m not coming with you guys,
this is too crazy for me. I’m a doctor, for crying out loud, and
I’m acting like a patient. This is all a dream, this isn’t really
happening, it’s just a figment of my screwed-up imagination,” said
Mary. She darted toward the front part of the airplane at top
speed, not turning back for anything. She reached it, and tried
opening up the door, but the stewardesses were desperately trying
to shake her hand from off the door handle, making it difficult for
Mary to escape with reasons that the stewardesses didn’t know
of.

“Miss, please sit back in your seat,” one of
the stewardesses said in a loud but calm way. Mary still tried to
open the door of the plane. She craved to escape, like a young bird
yearning to fly for the first time at the sight of a coyote’s
bloody mouth holding its family in between its teeth, hunting its
nest. Mary knew she was imprisoned in the airplane, and she walked
right into it; at least that’s how she felt. She wanted to run,
dart away from this bewilderment, melancholy, this fright that was
forced into her soul’s eyes. She was losing herself inside of her
own eyes, and all she could do was pull on the airplane door,
hoping her adrenalin would be enough to break its locks and open it
to freedom.

David ran up to her and pulled her away from
the door, hearing her scream with fear in her tone, watching her
whining to be freed. He pulled her back to her seat and said, “You
can’t leave now, they’re out there!”

“Who’s out there?” Jeremy asked. He searched
out David’s window with his trembling eyes while Mary sat there
with panic in hers.

“Christopher and Peter, they’re trying to get
on the plane,” replied David. Jeremy noticed Curtis and Victor
walking up a staircase leading to the door of their airplane. The
staircase connected to the airplane’s surface; they were knocking
on the door and yelling to open it up.

“That’s Curtis and Victor,” said Mary with
betrayal, upon hearing that David called them by another name,
which made her mind feel warped with uncanny information. She
looked out the window also and saw them pounding on the door.

“No, their real names are Christopher and
Peter,” David stated. The locks broke off its steel and the door
was pried open.

“I don’t understand, I don’t know what the
hell is going on!” shouted Michael, seeing Curtis and Victor enter
the plane. The door automatically shut and the locks levitated back
to their original places.

“You see, Victor is Peter and Curtis is
Christopher. Don’t you remember?” David asked. “Oh I forgot, you
guys don’t remember anything!” Frustrated by none of them
remembering, and, in turn, not understanding David’s words, David
just kept quiet and watched the two men, with supposedly two names,
walk up to all of them.

“Listen, could you at least tell us who
Christopher and Peter are? I mean, please?” Michael asked,
perceiving Curtis and Victor coming nearer to their bodies.

“I can’t, that isn’t the way the Testament
wants it written. We have to follow the order that the Testament is
going to write it in,” David answered.

“What Testament? Listen, what the hell are
you talking about? We can’t even know what’s going on, how can we
follow the way God, or whoever wants some Testament to be written,
if we don’t even know it?” Jeremy yelled out in a stressed
fashion.

“I can’t tell you…but you will find out as
soon as we reach the Holy City!” David was stressed out even more,
and his words showed it, being sick of them asking that question.
David turned to face the front of the plane and saw Curtis and
Victor standing directly in front of them. “Well, well, well, if it
isn’t Christopher and Peter I see before me,” said David in a
snotty manner; Victor laughed.

“So, I see that one of the little shits has
had some of his memory come back to him. But it doesn’t mean that
all of his memory will,” Victor laughed. “Plus, you refer to us as
Victor and Curtis now, not Peter and Christopher,” he added in an
angry tone, muffling his grin as it melted down to an evil glare.
The cabin became engulfed in freezing cold, cradling Mary’s anxiety
and clamping it to her worst fears, freezing her eyes open to the
sight of Victor and Curtis, and keeping her sight on them.

Mary couldn’t take it anymore, this mystery
of a quest and now Victor and Curtis adding to her frustration. So
she got up from her seat and quickly questioned, “Victor, is your
real name ‘Peter’? And you, Curtis, is your real name
‘Christopher’?” Her voice shook, trembling with tears ready to
flush from her eyes again. Victor and Curtis started their laughing
again, of course, enjoying Mary’s fears and taking in her
agony.

“Listen, bitch, just stay out of it, you
don’t have anything to do with this,” Curtis replied. They both
took their seats while one of the stewardesses told them to fasten
their seat belts.

“Well, as a matter of fact, she does have
something to do with this. If she’s here, then she’s here for a
reason,” David stated. The plane started its movement down the
runway, shuddering and vibrating the cabin due to the engine and
momentum.

Silence took over the cabin, a sort of forced
stillness from all of them, as if they recognized they were wedged
on this plane together, trapped against their own will of escaping
from Victor and Curtis, by wanting to stay so they could go to the
Holy Land for the cure of their minds. Each of them tried to see
into the future, what type of ride it would be, grasping onto their
eyes, closing them for a moment, and seeing what can’t be seen. But
when the plane left the ground, the daunting yet serene silence was
broken by Michael getting up from his seat and running over to
Victor. Without a breath from anyone to have time to reach the
freezing cold air, Michael started punching Victor, bellowing out,
“You shot me, asshole!” David got up from his seat and heaved
Michael away from him, while Jeremy and Gabriel watched Mary get up
from her seat and run away from all of them in panic. Jeremy ran
after her, while David tried his best to release Michael’s hands
from Victor’s throat, seeing that Michael’s grip was so tight, it
turned Victor’s complexion the color purple. Jeremy grabbed Mary by
the arms and tried calming her frantic mind down a bit by pulling
her close to him and wrapping his arms around her to embrace her in
a hug.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Mary
whispered in a frantic manner. “Please help me, Jeremy!”

“Listen, everything will be okay, I promise
you, Mary,” whispered Jeremy, hugging Mary tight and seeing David
pulling Michael away from Victor at the same time.

Once Victor was released from Michael’s raw,
rage-filled grip, he ran up to Curtis and began coughing, trying to
inhale the coldness in the cabin, wanting to breathe and speak at
once. “You actually think you’re gonna complete this mission?”
Victor shrieked, holding his sore throat.

“Yeah, we are,” David replied. Michael tried
hurting Victor again, but David held him back.

As Victor still coughed and hacked up his own
mucus that was choking his breath, Curtis circled his eyes around
the cabin, looking at Jeremy, Michael, Gabriel and David, having
his eyes twisting in a figure eight motion due to where each boy
stood. Suddenly, Curtis started to giggle an evil laugh, abruptly
shouting, “No you’re not!” Curtis pulled out a gun, adding, “I
won’t let you complete it!”

He then darted toward Mary’s figure, grabbing
her while the three stewardesses were looking at him with
trepidation, tears in their eyes. He held the gun up to Mary’s head
and Victor pointed a gun toward the stewardesses. The stewardesses
began screaming, not knowing what was happening, or why it was in
the first place. Through their screams, a smirk grew on Victor’s
and Curtis’s mouths, and as they screamed louder and cried harder,
that’s when Victor aimed his gun toward them and shot two of them
in the forehead. It was as if they collapsed to their death in slow
motion, their innocent, lifeless bodies falling to the cold cabin
floor, along with Mary and the boys gaping at them in remorse. They
all closed their eyes before the two women fell completely to the
floor. The last stewardess stood motionless at the end of the
airplane, with tears hanging off her eyes like dripping icicles
perspiring in the newly rising sun. She looked at Curtis and
Victor, having nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and nowhere to
protect herself. So she began praying for her life, and at the same
token, pleading for her life to Curtis and Victor.