The Wrath of Jeremy (41 page)

Before Jeremy could acknowledge her with
words, Mary died in his arms, not hearing him say, “I promise you.
Your daughter is waiting.” Jeremy got up from the ground and turned
to face Victor and Curtis. The anger inside Jeremy began growing,
as the fear on Victor’s and Curtis’s face grew, knowing he was
Lucifer, realizing he had great powers hidden beneath his
supposedly black soul. Jeremy felt his blood boiling and his hands
shaking: it was as if the anger tried releasing through his hands.
“You killed her,” Jeremy said with antagonism and fury.

“Well, now we’re even for you killing us in
the past,” Victor mentioned. Jeremy’s fists tightened, squeezing so
hard that his nails dug into his palms, causing his hands to bleed
fiercely. David, Michael, Gabriel and Sam, with tears of agony,
watched Jeremy, seeing him approach Curtis and Victor. Curtis shot
at Jeremy, in order to keep him away, but the shots went right
through him. All of them noticed light shining through the bullet
holes. Jeremy kept on approaching them, even as new holes were made
in his body and old ones sealed up. He grabbed Curtis and picked
him up. “Thou shall not kill,” Jeremy yelled. He threw Curtis
across the room into the cameras that were still growing, breeding.
Victor started running away, yet Jeremy grabbed onto him before he
got out of his reach.

“No, Lucifer, no!” yelled Victor as Jeremy
also threw him across the room.

The cameras were still growing around them,
so the boys darted down the hallway and Sam followed. She paused
for a second, looked to see which direction they were going, and
ran into a room that was right next to her, grabbing a backpack
from it. She ran out into the hallway again and chased after them,
finding them at the back of the arena where an exit door stood.
They didn’t know which exit it was, either the exit to the outside
of the arena, or the exit to the outside, entering the field of the
stadium. Dread-filled, knowing that the thousands of people could
be standing behind the door, David knelt down on the floor and
listened to the door, waiting to hear sounds of people. As he did
it, Gabriel looked around and comprehended that the cameras were no
longer growing. But before he could tell them, David opened the
door and stuck his head out of it, seeing protestors in the
distance.

“Alright, the people are all around the
building, but we can still get out of here. All we have to do
probably is run over to that church,” said David, pointing to a
church across the street. “I’ve been in that church before, and I
know that they have a stairwell that leads to the sewer system
under the streets. Now, once we get in there, all we have to do is
call out for the miracle when no one is looking!” He paused when he
noticed the vicious cameras were nowhere to be found. Yet before
David and even Gabriel could say anything, the cameras of a
possessed state started to grow from the walls and ceiling, and
even the doorway.

“Wait a second, how about we all call for the
miracle at every chance we could get? All we have to do is say it
in our minds constantly, and that way when no one is looking, it
would work,” Jeremy explained. He turned around and saw Sam
standing next to them. “Sam? I don’t want you coming with us; it’s
too dangerous. Just stay here!”

“No, I’m coming with you guys, I’m not
staying here. There’s nothing you could say or do that will stop
me,” Sam demanded with force.

Jeremy’s soul-like eyes gazed at Sam, craving
to realize how he could alter her perception on coming, figuring
out a way he could change her mind and force her to believe she’d
be in danger. Searching every inch of her eyes of gorgeousness,
Jeremy kept his trance on her, not even acknowledging Gabriel when
he explained, “Dude, I think we should all split up, that way we
have a better chance. I know Curtis and Victor are going to try to
stop us again: this way, if they catch one of us, we all know that
the other half still has a chance at calling out for the miracle
successfully!” Gabriel saw Jeremy wasn’t paying attention to him,
so he asked with a higher pitch, “Do you agree with me,
Jeremy?”

Ignoring everything around him, Jeremy kept
his eyes on Sam, demanding, “Sam, you’re not coming with us!”

Gabriel pulled David and Michael aside and
began saying something to them while pointing at Jeremy. “Yes, I
am, I’m not staying here,” Sam said.

The cameras grew rapidly, quickly, poking
them in their bodies. David stepped between Jeremy and Sam, forcing
Jeremy to look at him, taking charge and saying, “Alright, Michael,
Gabriel and I decided that we should split up. Now, Jeremy, Sam and
I are gonna go to the church, while Michael and Gabriel are gonna
try to find some other means of escaping!”

Michael and Gabriel ran out of the doorway,
and Jeremy noticed them, yelling to David, “Where are they going?”
He saw Michael and Gabriel running opposite from the church that
was across the street, disappearing in the thick, black rain that
fell.

“I’ll explain it to you while were running,”
David replied. He stepped out of the doorway and into water that
reached three inches in height. “Come on!” he yelled as he began
running toward the church.

Jeremy and Sam began running themselves,
blind to the direction they were going, because they didn’t pay
attention to David’s plan. As they ran, they would hide behind
cars, when the crowds of people looked their way. Jeremy and the
rest still were in great shock about Mary’s abrupt death, mixing
altered fear in their emotions that ran high and sideways. Yet,
they continued to run, leaving the arena behind with crowds of
people still in its belly, trying to break down the door that was
on the stage.

Meanwhile, Curtis and Victor got up from the
ground slowly. They looked at each other in confusion, not seeing
the boys anywhere, just perceiving Mary’s dead body. “They’re gone,
shit, they’re gone…. I didn’t think I would say this, Victor, but I
think it’s time to call out for...Jastian!”

“No, he’s gonna be pissed if he discovers we
couldn’t handle this situation ourselves,” Victor said. He got up
from the ground and looked at the video cameras as they hung from
the ceilings and walls, and stood on the floors.

“We have to, Victor, we have to,” he
said.

Victor then shot light from his right hand
and allowed all the cameras to disappear in a heartbeat. “No, we
can’t do it, Curtis!”

“Listen, Peter, we have to do it. Now, let’s
call to him!”

Victor was shocked that Curtis called him
“Peter”, showing an appalled face at being called by that word.
“Alright, but under one condition. I’ll call to him with you, but
you can never, ever call me by that name again. Whenever you call
me ‘Peter’, I think back when Lucifer pushed us down the staircase
and allowed us to see death,” Victor affirmed with anger.

He clutched onto Curtis’s hand, moved his
eyes toward the ceiling and waited for Curtis to initiate the
calling. “Alright, Victor, I promise. Now, let’s begin!” Their
bodies turned into lustrous light, scanning the ceiling, watching
it break apart and turn into the heavens that were black,
atrociously stormy and thunder-packed, full of rage and
lightning-like fury.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

H
earts thrashing,
their pace growing faster and harder, fortitude and anxiety forming
into a titanic sentiment, David, Sam and Jeremy scampered
diagonally across the street, running for their lives. They caught
sight of a mob of extremists down the road looking for them through
the lightning that the murky, menacing clouds gave. The
precipitation, rain of razor-sharp iciness, fell in a multitude of
splashes, full of triumphant transgression, hitting Sam’s widened
eyes as she watched the mob in fear, causing blindness to strike
her for a second till she was able to focus again. Still she ran,
right beside Jeremy and David, focusing her eyes of tarnished hurt
on the church doors, a feeling of future safety rushing over her
once she reached the doors. David grabbed her hand tightly and
Jeremy grabbed her other, and they stepped on the church’s stairs,
inhaling a bit of relief for a moment, until surprisingly a person
recognized them and screamed out, “The sinners are running
away!”

Hastily, all of the people embarked on
running in the direction of the church, mixing the emotions in Sam,
David and Jeremy, distinguishing that they were the hunted, and no
law could save them now. So, without words or any lexis of
understanding, Jeremy let go of Sam’s hand and opened up the
church’s doors before he signaled David and Sam to run in first by
swaying his hand back and forth. Sam entered and David followed
right behind, while Jeremy held the doors open, his eyes observing
that the people were getting closer to the church. The lightning
lit up the people and made them look like sinister Neanderthals,
soaring through the shadows in search of their prey, persecuting
human life that held faces of a supposedly threatening nature.
Jeremy tried to close the doors at this sight, but they wouldn’t
close, and his petrified eyes squinted hard, trying to pull up all
the adrenalin he had at this crucial moment.

Pulling and yanking them, and even stepping
outside to see if he could push them shut, Jeremy failed in all
attempts, so he left the doors open and paused, to think how he
could get them shut. Yet nothing came to him, not a thought or plan
through his foreboding nerves. So he stuck his head in the doorway
and yelled, “Help me with the doors!”

David approached him and tried his best at
pushing the door shut. As they pushed, the people reached the
staircase of the church, stopping in their tracks, and gawked at
them with evil in their flesh, focusing on their eyes. Jeremy
looked back at them. Jeremy watched the people’s motions, gazing at
their idle feet, waiting for movement again, sucking his fear in on
his prospected thoughts of what he should do if their feet begin to
rise. Then, with Jeremy’s fears coming full circle, the people
darted up the staircase, and right before the angry and bemused
protestors could reach the doorway, Jeremy and David got the doors
loose and shut them tight, holding the doors shut while they felt
the people shoving and pounding at the door’s body, yelling in a
screeching-like song.

After David locked the inside of the door,
they ran through the empty church that was lit by hundreds of
candles that surrounded the pews and altar, circling different
statues and winding up to the church’s ceiling of glass, casting a
glow over the church’s decorations of statues and mosaics; it gave
out a haunting sensation to their minds. They raced down the aisle
quickly.

“Alright, why isn’t the miracle working? I’m
saying it over and over in my head, and nothing’s happening!”
shouted Jeremy.

They stopped in their tracks, landing in the
middle of the aisle that was in the center of the church, and
opened their eyes wider in the direction that David’s finger
pointed: toward the altar with three priests at its marble, staring
at them.

David shouted back, “That’s why nothing’s
happening, Jeremy!”

“Get out of here!” one priest yelled. The
other priests scampered away and entered the back room of the
church through a small door on the right side of the altar.

“Please, sir, we need your help,” said David.
The priest ran away from the altar and into the back room also,
leaving Jeremy, Sam and David in the church alone. This brightened
Jeremy’s gloom, realizing the fact that they were alone, they could
call out for the miracle. No one was looking. Yet, before Jeremy
could even think of the miracle or call it out, they all suddenly
saw a video camera showing itself, appearing in the center of the
altar. It broke through the marble and shot out twenty feet in
height, casting itself over the entire church, pointing its evil
lens in the direction of David and Jeremy. The debris-filled marble
shot out toward their bodies, and it hit them fiercely, not really
harming them, but bruising them a bit. This terrified them, the
sight of this camera, knowing that, wherever they went, a video
camera with a mysterious eye would see them, cheating at this
unusual game. So they ran up to the altar and tried to destroy the
camera by standing on the altar’s table and jumping up, trying to
punch the camera down. As they punched it, taking turns, first
David then Jeremy, David looked up at the big crucifix and noticed
that there wasn’t a Jesus on that either. David stopped jumping and
punching the camera, feeling the memories of that certain cross
coming back to him, striking his fears, his forgotten memories, or
suppressed nightmares, that flushed themselves toward David’s eyes.
It caused disturbed emotions to be reconciled in his bones that
froze his eyes as they gaped at the empty cross.

Jeremy saw David scanning something behind
him, so he stopped jumping and punching at the camera, turned
around to see what David was looking at in a haunting way, and came
to the large crucifix that was hanging by two thin wires connected
to the vast ceiling of the church. Once he saw the vacant cross,
Jeremy heard David cry out, “Hey, that cross was the reason why I
came to Grewsal!”

Jeremy and David stood on the altar’s table,
and Sam jumped up on it as well, all staring at the naked cross of
wood, and turning around at the same time to face the mysterious
camera that stood in the air. All at once, they jumped up to the
camera and started to punch it, sometimes missing it, and others
striking it hard, but not hard enough to break it down. During
their fight, they stretched their eyes toward the church’s doorway
and fixed in on the closed doors that were being shaken by the
angry mob outside.

“This isn’t working, it won’t bust,” David
yelled, moving his eyes from the shaking doors and bringing them up
toward the camera. David then fixed his eyes on the crucifix while
Jeremy and Sam attempted to catch their breaths from all the
jumping they did. “Oh my God,” said David in shock.