The Wrath of Jeremy (38 page)

The blood filled the room in the mirror,
swirling around each of their reflections, filling up the room more
and more, going past the reflection of the opened window, pouring
out of it, but filling the room so much that it rose past the
window with great force. It sashayed and hugged around their
bodies, reaching their torsos, when Sam screamed and turned away
from the mirror with great vigor. The reflection showed the blood
covering Mary and Sam, drowning their images with Jeremy’s head to
be the only replica left. He turned to Mary and Sam, and saw that
Mary was still looking at the mirror in awe, while Sam stayed put
with her eyes away from the menacing images, crying out in torment,
wanting the reflections to go away. Sam turned back and saw that
the mirror had more blood within it, filling up the room nearly to
the top, and that Jeremy’s head was the only thing left that didn’t
go under the blood yet. She turned to the window’s replica and
observed that it flowed past the open window, being so great with
force and so thick with evil and speed that it poured out the
window in drops, and still grew in its size in the room.

Suddenly the blood filled up the room’s
reflection so much that it covered Jeremy’s reflection entirely,
gulping up his head, as if the blood was a lake, and all of them
were drowning within it, but weren’t. “Oh my God!” Mary yelled,
turning to Jeremy and seeing him gasping for air. In the room of
emptiness, the reflection showed the blood covering them all, but
Jeremy was the only one who was feeling like he was drowning, as if
he was actually in the mirror, or the mirror’s reflection was in
him. Screaming and torture ran through Jeremy’s mind, and Sam and
Mary caught the sight of actual blood forming on Jeremy’s face in
veracity, reality, with the mirror of blood being filled with
nothing but blood in its reflection.

It was coming out of his pores, like an
explosion was occurring in his skin. Suddenly, through the red of
the mirror, Jeremy collapsed to the ground, and a seizure took over
his body. All Mary and Sam could do was kneel beside him and hold
him tight, while Mary turned to face the mirror, yelling, “Help him
now. We need help!” Mary knew there were doctors on the other side
of the mirror, panicking and yet buoyant in her hope that they were
still there.

As Jeremy panicked and Mary and Sam held him
tight, the doctors on the other side of the mirrors were standing
calmly in a darkened room, and to their eyes, all they saw was
Mary, Sam and Jeremy, sleeping up against the wall. It was as if
the reality was obstructed by an image of blamelessness and that
image was the only one being exposed to the doctors.

Back in the room, Mary got up from the
ground, picked up a chair, and began beating it against the mirror
of blood, hitting it harder as she cried, beating it so fiercely
that the wooden chair gave her slivers that caused her hands to
bleed. Finally, she broke the mirror in two and blood on top of
blood poured out of the mirror, with the reflection of blood in the
room, going down quickly, entering the room’s reality and covering
them all. It reached the opened window and poured out of it as
Jeremy suddenly snapped out of his seizure.

Immediately, they all closed their eyes at
once and when they opened them, they found themselves awakening
from a sleep, waking up in the room in the same positions they were
in when Jeremy first was thrown into the room’s interior. They were
confused, not believing or accepting it was a dream at all. Mary
and Sam looked at Jeremy who was lying in the middle of the room,
and ran over to him, seeing his eyes wide open in shock, and seeing
blood on the tips of their fingers and on their shoes as well as
his. Mary whimpered, “Jeremy, was it a dream?”

“No, Mary, it was real, and what I saw was
real.”

“What we saw, you mean?”

“No, what I saw.”

Sam held Jeremy tight and asked, “What did
you see?”

Jeremy’s eyes twisted to Mary, and then back
to Sam’s. “Mary, Sam, I received my first memory… of Hell.”

The women glared at each other in
bewilderment and then back at Jeremy’s truthful eyes. “Tell us,
Jeremy,” Mary begged, with the both of them helping him to his
feet. They walked over to the open window and waited for Jeremy to
speak, wanting to give him time to piece his experience
together.

Next, he looked out the window, still
quivering inside and out, and vomited on the floor below, coughing
and trying to catch his breath while the women still waited for him
to speak. “Through the blood, I entered back into the evil world,
but it was the part I entered; it was a sinner’s purgatory. It was
like I was there. I knew what it was, and I knew what part of Hell
I was in,” he stated, stopping for a moment to catch his breath.
“It was a new arrival – a woman – and her purgatory was a black
forest, to say the least. At first I, I couldn’t see her, but a
little girl was chasing her with an axe, and crying out for her,
saying, ‘Mommy, I’m here, come and find me.’ The woman ran after
this little girl, and when she found her, she would run away,
seeing that the little girl was trying to kill her. This was her
purgatory, her sentence, to find her daughter and to run away from
her forever, being in fear, as well as being in love to find her.
You see, when the woman was alive, her little girl was dying of
cancer, so she killed her, not wanting her to feel any pain
anymore. Then she killed herself. So she went to Hell. Throughout
the days, the nights, the woman would talk to me, in her forest I
created with her help of a sinful nature. She became the first
slave of mine to ever get my attention. She would talk about her
little girl, about love, and I would try to shut her up, try to
ignore her, but her love for the little girl was too strong to
ignore.”

“It reminded me, as I remember from that
single memory, of my love for God. So, after she got my attention,
I let go of her, opening up my gates, and leaving her there,
demanding of God’s angels that she never step foot in my realm
again. Heaven then took her, but brought her back to earth to start
over again. She was the first one to ever show me what love felt
like, after my eyes turned sinister. Heaven’s like a paradise with
a clean carpet; they want you to be cleaned when you enter and if
you’re not, they send you back, or send you to me.”

He paused and looked at the mirrors around
him that were once broken, and stared at Mary and Sam’s images. “I
know who the woman was.”

“Who?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, who?” Mary urged as the two of them
showed grand interest in knowing.

Jeremy’s eyes turned to Mary, seeing a lonely
teardrop hanging by her nose. He reached his shaky hand over to her
and wiped her tear away, answering, “It was you, Mary. You were
that woman. And now you are here, doing this life again, helping me
to prove to God that you are worthy enough to go to Heaven. That
was the deal you made to him.”

Mary stood and gaped at him and then out the
window, not wanting to believe his tale at all. She was in denial,
urging her own burning to stop, longing for Jeremy to say it was a
lie. Inside, Mary cursed Jeremy to be crazy at this point, insane
beyond repair, but distinguished that he wasn’t, and knew that
everything he spoke from his mind’s own sequence was the truth.

Mary breathed in the fresh air from the
darkness outside the window, and exhaled. “It’s not fair. I always
wanted to have kids someday. Maybe you’re right, Jeremy. I believe
you, for some reason. I don’t want to, but I do. And if that’s your
first memory, then so be it. But for what it’s worth, I personally
wouldn’t call that a sin to take away the pain from your child. Or
maybe, deep inside, I would. Yet, I’m not God. I’m just a human
being, afraid inside, afraid for what tomorrow will bring, Jeremy.
I never believed in a divinity, but I do believe in a deity, a
forgiving God, and hope, if that memory is real, that he forgives
me, and that my daughter from another time forgives me, too… It’s
not fair.”

And so the three of them hugged each other
tightly, and fixed their eyes on the outside world, closing their
gaze to the people below, and opening them only to the darkened
heavens, praying that the time of the wrath wasn’t far away.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

D
arkness still
triumphed over the cities and land, and the evanescent day ended,
landing on the next, merely to have Mary, Sam and the boys’ torment
breed and grow. In a building, a structure resembling an arena,
Mary, Sam and the boys were waiting for the next question from an
audience member on The Frederick Redone Show, with new clothes
sheathing their nervous figures. The silence was frightening, as
the show took place in a baseball stadium and the stage was next to
a doorway that led to the interior of the arena. All they could do
was sit and wait, praying that they could get the courage to get up
and flee through the door, never looking back, only looking forward
to a new life.

The grass below was painted in red and blue
letters, spelling out the show’s name. The boys being in the middle
of the decorated stage, and Mary and Sam to the right of them. It
was as if this was a freak show and they were the star attractions.
The stadium was packed, filled with people from side to side, up
and down, with hundreds of cameras from different stations pointing
at their faces, watching every reaction they made, telecasting it
around the world for all to see. The stage was filled with décor
that resembled religious statues, crosses, making it feel all the
more like a freak show to the newly crowned stars on the stage,
assembling this experience to feel like an execution was about to
come around, with all eyes on them, and all negative judging to be
against their words. The host, Frederick, with a beard and mustache
a mile long, and well-dressed clothes that proved he was an elite
personage in television, sat at the bottom of the stage and stared
into a huge television that hung from the rafters of the stadium,
seeing how it showed the guests on the stage first, and then
traveled through the audience. This is how he would pick each
audience member who had a question. Sam, Mary, Jeremy, Michael,
David and Gabriel already had been on for thirty minutes, and that
was enough time for them to finish explaining their story of why
they’re there, their mission, and who they really were. The
audience members feared their words, the news of the “wrath” that
they spoke of, which caused even more anger to be released toward
them, feeling that if they ridiculed them enough, they would admit
that this was all a prank. In the distance, the audience was
colorful, filled with skinheads, atheists, Christians, racists, and
almost every sort of religion, every type of human with anger in
their belly. And the anger generated more, waiting for them to
admit they were lying. Yet still Sam, Mary and the boys stuck to
their story.

In the middle of the stage, Jeremy sat in his
seat and watched as a little girl got up and wanted to ask a
question. On the big screen, Frederick pointed to the cameraman to
stop when it reached the little girl and he asked through his
microphone, “Hello, sweetie, did you want to ask a question?” The
little girl grabbed a microphone that was handed to her by one of
the show’s workers while Jeremy looked at Michael, and Michael
looked at Gabriel, Gabriel looked at David, and David looked at
Jeremy, all awaiting the little girl’s question.

Sam and Mary stared at each other for a few
seconds, and then stopped when they heard the little girl ask, “Why
are you doing this?”

Frederick, with as much real passion as a
rotten egg, got up and ran to the big screen, saying, “Oh, now,
isn’t that sweet?” He turned to the stage and added in a strict
manner, “Well, guys, are you going to answer her?”

Jeremy looked at Frederick’s long, black
mustache and shiny, lubricated hair, ready to answer him. Yet
Gabriel stepped in, replying, “We already told you why we are doing
this!”

Another female audience member raised her
hand and once Frederick caught her in his sight, he ordered the
cameraman to stop on her. Jeremy, David, Gabriel and Michael sat
there motionless, with sweat from the heat of the set lights
causing them to get dehydrated and parched. The brilliance from the
lights pierced them mostly, not so much Sam and Mary, leaving it
looking like the boys were lying as all the audience members saw
were four boys sweating ferociously, and two women not sweating at
all. This gave a feeling to the audience as if the boys were in a
cult, and Mary and Sam were only brainwashed by them, but they
didn’t rule the women out as innocent yet. To take the sweat away,
each picked up a glass of water that was left for them on the
ground of the stage, but before they could even get a sip of the
water, they heard the woman yell into the microphone she yanked out
of the show’s worker’s hand, “Listen, you are scaring many innocent
people, and many innocent children with this so-called ‘mission’ of
yours. If you all are angels, and if you really were sent to
deliver such a wrath, then why don’t you prove it to us? I know I
have personally heard this story for the past seven days, and I
personally believe that it is B.S., and that you all are just
begging for attention. Well, let me tell you that you’re going
about getting popular the wrong way. If this mission is true, then
prove it to us, make some miracle happen, or use your so-called
‘powers’ and ask God for a miracle!” The audience immediately
clapped hard and the echo drummed in the stadium. “Prove it to
us!”

Her loudness caused the boys to drop their
glasses of water, shattering them once they hit the wooden stage.
Giving up on asking for another glass, due to the panic that was
released through the air, Michael leaned over his head so the rest
of the boys could see him, as well as Mary and Sam. He looked at
Mary, asking, “What should we do?” He then whispered to Jeremy,
“What answer should we give?”