The Wrath of Jeremy (36 page)

“I sold my soul to him, I have to deliver the
wrath with the others,” argued Jeremy, feeling his mind becoming
baffled once again. He started thinking that maybe Josh was right
and that maybe he shouldn’t deliver the wrath.

“Personally, I know many of people who sold
their souls to you before and they still ended up asking God for
forgiveness. What I mean to say is, you could go both ways. You can
sell your soul and still have a chance to be forgiven. Just like
you said, Jeremy, there’s no good or bad,” Josh said in a kind way
with his words of a sublime nature.

Subsequently, a woman walked up to Jeremy,
asking in a strict manner while pulling out handcuffs, “Come on,
your plane is going to leave soon. I suppose that you don’t have
any second thoughts about this talk show, do you?”

Jeremy looked at Josh and watched his mouth
turn to a smile. Jeremy turned to face the woman and replied, “I
never was thinking about having second thoughts. My answer is
‘no’.”

She placed the cuffs on Jeremy and they all
walked to the entrance of the building, perceiving the people
outside as they tried to bust their way in through the thick glass
doors. They opened the doors and Jeremy, Josh and the woman quickly
sprinted through the crowd of people, racing in one direction as
the crowd caved in toward them and made it harder for them to move.
As they ran, police officers were hitting the people who tried to
get their hands on Jeremy, as if Jeremy became an overnight
celebrity, protecting his safety.

“You’re going to burn in Hell, go back where
you belong!” a man yelled out in a sophomoric way as he threw an
egg at Jeremy, but missed.

“I believe your story, please save me!” a
woman screamed out, holding a sign that read in red ink, “SAVE ME,
ANGELS”.

“Bring back the sun please, please bring it
back,” another woman yelled. Jeremy saw a car in the distance,
feeling Josh and the woman officer pushing him toward its
direction, knowing that was the car in which he would escape from
the people. The crowd began to push more toward Jeremy and allowed
them to go from running to walking, fighting their own legs to move
and their feet to lift off from the side walk.

“Jeremy, just keep on moving, we’re almost
there,” yelled Josh in fear. It allowed Jeremy to hear his yell in
an echo form from the disarrayed fright he felt himself. It was as
if terror filled his mind like water, and he could only hear the
echoes of the people’s pleas, yells and Josh’s words.

“The road to salvation is very narrow, and
the road to damnation is wide and full,” a man vocalized loudly
before they reached the car. They opened the door and jumped inside
when abruptly Jeremy saw Michael, Gabriel and David already in
it.

“Are you guys alright?” asked Jeremy.

The car started moving, and its momentum
caught the eyes of the people, causing them immediately to drop
their picket signs and chase after it. “Yeah, we’re fine, how about
you, are you okay?” Gabriel asked in a shaky manner.

“Well, I’ll be okay when this is all over.”
The car drove off past a sign that read: “Welcome to Washington,
D.C.” The thoughts in each of them were the same, the thoughts of
finding a way out of this so they could complete their mission.
Yet, as the car drove off, none of them came up with a solution, a
plan, or a way out, triggering the enigma to breed and grow.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

S
tormy winds still
cast themselves across the land, in the midst of which the Empire
State Building swayed, its massive iron moving slowly back and
forth among the other mammoth New York skyscrapers joining in this
dance, with Mother Nature as the conductor. Through the winds, the
rain, and the blackness that was considered daylight stood a small
window to one of the silver monsters, a skyscraper that Mary and
Sam stared out of. They gave a look of concern as if they were
trapped in a fortress with the window being their only escape to
the authentic world. Mary and Sam, still grasping trepidation
pouring imperceptibly out of their gaze, sat in a room that was
parallel, similar to Jeremy’s, being surrounded by their
reflections through mirrors that gawked at them, holding eyes
behind each one. Psychosis was beginning to birth in their minds,
mixed with insanity brewing in their eyes, growing at a rapid pace
from the sight of these mirrors. It literally forced their eyes to
gaze out the window, with their acuity fading in on the great
Empire of New York. They were high up enough to cast their eyes
over all that New York detained.

They were sitting down in wooden chairs, with
a single table of rusted metal draped with a fancy velvet red cloth
in the middle of the otherwise empty room. Mary got up from her
seat and stretched her legs, keeping her eyes on the streets of New
York, feeling fear in the pit of her belly, and her eyes moved
downwards and focused on the city sidewalks. That’s when she saw
what looked like millions and millions of ants, yet they were
people, protestors with anger and puzzlement in their minds. “Are
all those people here because of us?” Mary asked, looking closer at
the people and comprehending that the streets were full of water,
reaching the height of two inches so far. The rain fell faster,
with her words continuing, “When is this rain ever going to
stop?”

She then turned around and walked across the
room, passing Sam’s fear-filled body, passing the massive mirrors
that her eyes tried to avoid by looking straight at the other end
of the room. Once reaching the other side, which held a brown door
that was locked, Mary pivoted her body of nerves and walked back
toward the window. She sat down next to Sam again, moving her seat
so she was directly across from her, and placed her hands over
Sam’s. “I can’t believe I’m not on the other side of those
mirrors,” she said.

“What do you mean?” asked Sam.

“This is a mental ward. This is the place
where they interview mentally disturbed individuals. There are
doctors and, probably in our case, police officers on the other
side of those mirrors, watching us and tape recording everything we
say,” Mary answered, turning her eyes toward the mirrors and then
forcing them back and placing them on Sam again.

“What’s going to happen to us, Mary?”

Mary grabbed onto Sam’s hands and began
squeezing them; it was as if she was Sam’s mother. “I don’t know,
Sam, I mean, I know what they’re going to do to us, but I don’t
know what the people out there are going to do. I’m scared, too.”
Mary then looked toward the small window, adding, “We are supposed
to go on that stupid talk show, and I know they’re going to make us
look like jackasses. I never would have imagined that I would be
going on The Frederick Redone show as a guest. I mean, the only
guests he ever has on there are mentally disturbed patients with a
story to tell! They want to make fools out of us, I know it. If
they make us look like fools, the panic in the people will lesson
about all that is happening, including our story. We’re the
scapegoats for them, that’s it.”

“What do you think is going to happen to
us?”

“Personally, I know the doctors and the main
people who work in this certain facility are not going to do
anything. They’re just gonna hear our story again and probably try
to make us realize that this is one big joke, and that this whole
‘wrath’ story is nothing but a figment of our imaginations! I wish
it was.”

Sam’s tears began to show, falling at a fast
pace. “What happens if it is? What happens if this whole ‘wrath’
thing isn’t real? Mary, what happens if we are crazy?”

Mary hugged Sam in a tight embrace, and felt
the girl’s tears flowing down her back, trickling down her spine
with warmth to its texture. “Listen to me, Sam, I’m a doctor, and I
know for certain what I saw. This isn’t a figment of my
imagination. If I saw it, and I know I’m not crazy, then that means
you aren’t crazy either!”

Sam pulled away from her hug and got up from
her chair. She walked closer to the window and began weeping more
as she saw the people literally waiting for them outside in the New
York streets, like hound dogs waiting to hunt down their prey.
Through the bars of the window, Sam reached down and opened up the
window, feeling the cool breeze flushing against her tears and
drying them, only to have new tears to follow as she heard the wind
carrying the voices from below up to her ears. She then looked up
at the sky and saw nothing but dark, mixed in with falling rain and
lightning, causing her to turn away from it in a fast motion, being
as if the sight of the exterior world harmed her eyes.

“You know, that was my first job—as an
airline stewardess. I was all nervous inside because I didn’t want
to screw up on my first day. Before my parents died, they told me
to always try not to screw up at a job, especially your first day.
I was so afraid of screwing up, Mary, I didn’t want to make any of
the passengers mad. But when Jeremy, you and the rest came on, all
of a sudden I wasn’t afraid anymore, I wasn’t afraid of screwing
up. When my friend, Theresa, got shot, I was so afraid, but I
wasn’t afraid for her, I was afraid that I would get shot, too. But
then I did, and David took my wound away; that’s when I knew
something special was happening to me. And right before I passed
out, I saw Jeremy, and he gave me a look of security, like
everything was going to be okay. I still remember that look for
some reason. After this whole journey happened, these people behind
these mirrors tried their hardest to make us believe that we’re
crazy. But every time they do, I just think about the time when
David took my wound away, and the kind stare that Jeremy gave, and
then I realize I’m not crazy,” Sam explained as Mary smiled at
her.

“Sam, what do you think would have happened
if you weren’t on that plane?”

Sam paused and looked out the window again,
scanning down at the people and replying, “Well, I would probably
be down there with all of those people. I would probably be
picketing with signs that read ‘The wrath is coming’ or ‘Liars’.
You know, before we came in this building, I read a lot of those
picket signs down there, and most of them read ‘Liars’. Why do they
read that?”

“Because all those people are afraid. They’re
afraid that we might be telling the truth. But, like we told them
before, we don’t know anything except for what we saw. The only
people who know the real story are Jeremy, Gabriel, Michael and
David. Even Curtis and Victor, whom I used to work with, seem like
they know a lot about this ‘wrath’ deal. The boys have said Curtis
and Victor are angels called ‘Christopher and Peter’,” answered
Mary, putting her hands on her face, feeling frustration growing.
“My God, we do sound crazy, this whole thing is crazy. I shouldn’t
be here right now!” Mary yelled out.

Suddenly the door to the room opened, and a
young woman stepped in, carrying a briefcase in her right hand, and
a cup of coffee in her left, with a balanced cigarette hanging over
her coffee, lit and ready to be ashed. “Well, ladies, hello again,
I hope you had a good twenty-minute break,” the woman said, sitting
down in Sam’s seat.

Mary looked at the woman with concern and
spoke, “Listen, Katie, we’ve already told you everything we know,
you’re not going to get us to change our minds about something that
was real!”

Katie began smiling as she listened to Mary’s
answer. “Well, Mary, I’m going to discuss a few things with you
now, and you decide if you still want to stick with the original
story or not,” Katie said in a sinister fashion, opening up her
briefcase and pulling out a stack of papers.

“What things?” asked Sam while approaching
her.

Katie took a deep drag of her cigarette and
exhaled, “Well, let’s begin with this talk show. Now, since you two
girls were considered hostages, you can go to the show and say to
the whole world that you were lying and the reason why you lied is
to not make the boys mad. Therefore, after that, your names will be
cleared and you can go on living a normal life, with fifteen
minutes of fame and who knows, maybe some celebrity status that
will break open new careers for both of you.”

Widened eyes took over both of them, and Sam
shouted, “But we weren’t hostages, and this whole incident wasn’t a
lie: it was real!”

“Well, whatever. Curtis Henderson and Victor
Hayes have decided to go along with our plan in clearing your
names. You see, when they also go on the talk show, they are
willing to lie and vouch for anything that you say. Other than the
truth of what you two speak of now, they will agree with anything.
Now Curtis and Victor told every radio and news station this
incredible story. But directly after the news was spread, Michael,
Gabriel, David and Jeremy agreed immediately to go on this talk
show. Personally, I feel that these boys are lying, only because
they were so eager to get on that talk show and tell the world
their outrageous story, live. Personally, I feel that they just
want attention,” Kate explained with attitude.

Sam yelled, “But they don’t want attention,
it was Curtis and Victor who told everyone this story to begin
with! If anyone wants attention, then look at Curtis and Victor. I
mean, directly after we got back from Jordan, they told everyone
about this wrath. Michael, Jeremy, Gabriel and David didn’t tell a
soul!”

“Yeah, honey, but how do you think they got
the information about this ‘wrath’ story? You see, the boys told
Curtis and Victor everything about it. Therefore, the boys did want
attention,” Katie said with anger toward Sam’s pitch.

“No, the boys didn’t tell them at all!”

“You actually expect me to believe that?
Listen, Curtis and Victor knew every detail about the ‘wrath’
story, even before the boys came forward and spoke to our
professionals. The only way possible that Curtis and Victor could
know all this information is if the boys told them,” Katie yelled.
She took a sip of her hot coffee and a strong drag from her
cigarette that was burning down to the filter.