Frederick walked up to Sam, and said, “Now, since we’ve heard the truth from the brave and beautiful doctor, I want to hear what Sam has to say!”
Sam looked at the audience and saw their eyes go right through her body, craving to rip at the truth that was in her bones, her flesh, giving her a feeling of suffocation. Sam then closed her eyes to the audience, turned her head, and opened her eyes back up, peering at Jeremy as he shook his head, seeing that his head’s motion was forcing his tears to fall out more. She cried herself, taking a deep breath and looking at Mary. She turned to Frederick and replied, “Well, um, before I answer, I have to say something first.”
She grabbed the microphone slowly away from Frederick, wiping her tears off of it. “You know, people always want other people to recognize them, to accept them. Even when a person is higher than everyone else, he or she still wants that feeling of belonging. Even when a person knows the truth, but others believe it is a lie, sometimes that person has to agree with the majority’s beliefs. I know what I saw back in the Holy Land, and I know Jeremy, Michael, David and Gabriel know what I’m talking about. But now we’re back in the real world, with a story that sounds unbelievable to the human ear, as well as the mind.” She turned to the boys, pointed her stare at Jeremy, and whispered, “I love you.” She then cried into the microphone, “I’m sorry, guys, but Mary is right, it was all a lie.”
Sam threw the microphone, got up from her seat and ran to the back of the stage through the doorway, where she fell to the ground with tears on her face, snuffling out her breath. Mary got up as well, and stood on the stage, looking at the boys in pity. She passed their disappointed faces and went to the back of the stage where Sam was standing and grabbed her, hugging her tightly.
Through the tight embrace of ever-loving rapture, Sam felt the way Mary was hugging her, giving a feeling that it was the last hug she was going to give. “It’s gonna be okay, we did the right thing,” Mary moaned as Sam’s tears kept on falling.
“But what happens if we didn’t do the right thing? Mary, we lied to the people of this nation as well as ourselves. Why did we lie? Why did we betray them?”
Sam’s tears stopped flowing and awaited an answer from Mary’s befuddled mentality. Mary stopped her own tears by sponging them away and striking her hands to her eyes, thinking about the question, inhaling the truth she wanted to give, what she was thirsting to say. Mary herself was perplexed on the reasoning behind their answer, seeing it was a sign of betrayal of the truth, knowing that she herself was a hypocrite, a charlatan to her own words of truth she preached toward the boys.
“Sam, we did it because of them.” Mary looked through a small opening on the wall of the stage and saw the audience members. Sam followed her focus and saw she was looking at the audience and knew she was talking about them. All they could do now was hold each other and pray to a God that supposedly wasn’t hearing any more prayers.
In the meantime, Frederick went up to the camera, smiled his ugly grin, and grabbed his microphone from the ground. “Well one of the most outrageous tales has just been answered for us, and the answer is that it was a lie. We’ll be right back, don’t change your channel.” The camera cut to a commercial and the audience members began their fury, yelling to be heard, wanting to be known.
The audience members got up from their seats and chanted in ferocity and rage, “Liars, sinners!”
There the boys sat, noticing the audience was getting out of their seats, pushing their way to the wet, grassy ground, heading straight for the stage with security guards barely able to hold them back. The ground was soggy from the falling rain, making it muddy with a stench of rotten nature.
“We have to get out of here now,” Jeremy whispered to Michael. David and Gabriel nodded their heads in agreement.
Michael also agreed, but said in a realistic way, “Well, I don’t know how we could possibly get out of here, Jeremy. If you know a way, then lead!” Jeremy jumped out of his seat and the rest of the boys followed, viewing Curtis and Victor’s smiles in a sinister motion.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Curtis asked. The audience members paused from their name-callings as well as their rhythm, stopping everything they were doing, including pushing at the security guards.
“To the bathroom, we have to go bad,” Jeremy answered, standing like a statue on the stage, holding a defensive and angry mixed tone.
Curtis got up from his seat and walked up to Jeremy in a fast movement. “Don’t think you’re going to escape from here, there is no way out,” Curtis whispered in Jeremy’s ear. Transgression was held in his words toward Jeremy’s proximity, along with evil, allowing Jeremy to panic, to sweat more, and he felt his pores pop as they squeezed out water to calm him down.
Since the security guards saw that the audience was calmed down a bit, and weren’t fighting to go deep on the grassy ground that led to the stage, a few of the security men walked up on the stage and grabbed onto the boys. “Where are you going?” one of the security guards asked. Frederick stood in panic, impaling his nerves as he waited in the corner of the stage, hoping that the cameras would come back on so the whole world could witness this ordeal.
Michael pulled his body away from the security guard who was holding his arms, shouting, “To the bathroom!”
“It’s okay, guys, they can’t escape here, just let them relieve themselves,” Curtis stated, assuring the guards he knew what he was talking about. The rest of the security guards released the boys. Frederick was still anxious because there was only two minutes of commercials to go till his show came back on.
The boys very calmly walked to the back of the stage and passed by Mary and Sam. Jeremy stopped when he noticed them, while Michael, David and Gabriel kept on walking, being too upset at them to acknowledge their presence.
“I’m sorry, Jeremy,” said Mary. Jeremy kept on staring at her, without saying any words, shaking his head in a lingering motion and then proceeded to walk past them. “I’m sorry!” Mary screamed out. She watched Jeremy, Michael, David and Gabriel enter a bathroom, leaving her and Sam there to submerge and bathe in their guilt and wrongdoing.
Entering a bathroom, each of them walked up to a urinal and Gabriel asked, “Why don’t they believe us? After seeing the sun being lost, the seas being drained, I would’ve thought that the people would definitely accept our words!”
After Michael was done with his business, he flushed his urinal and walked up to the bathroom mirror, answering, “Yeah, I thought so, too. I mean, you would think that after seeing a cross with Jesus missing from it, a person would be a little suspicious. Luke said that every cross is now missing Jesus, and that is what’s so confusing. Also, they all actually believe that whatever is happening to the sun, seas, rain, and wind is all because of nature and science. Why is that?”
Jeremy moved to the middle of the bathroom as they all meandered to the bathroom sink and washed their hands. Jeremy raised his voice for them all to hear him clearly, speaking, “Because, guys, it’s so simple—Curtis and Victor are using their powers on every single human being. They’re making them believe that everything is happening because of nature. Curtis and Victor want the people of this world to believe them, and call us liars!” Jeremy then walked up to the sink, turned on the faucet and began lifting water up and splashing it onto his face. “Anyway, this is our chance to call for that miracle. No one is around, and therefore it will work.”
“Should we just call for the miracle out loud?” Gabriel asked.
“Yes.” Jeremy then walked to the center of the bathroom again, closed his eyes, and they all mimicked his actions, sealing theirs as well. In the silence, Jeremy and the rest could hear the audience through the closed bathroom door, with their loud voices showing that they were getting angrier and more rambunctious with their disappearance.
With no time to waste, Jeremy called out, “I call for the miracle, Lord, for everyone who is standing in this room to be lifted off and placed by the De
ad Sea in the Holy Land. I pray to you, please grant us the one miracle that you gave!” After Jeremy’s prayer, they observed that nothing was occurring. Jeremy attempted the prayer again, but still nothing came to pass.
David and the rest of them opened their eyes and looked around the room in uncertainty, scanning the ceiling’s length and discovering video cameras that were hanging from it. “It won’t work, guys, someone’s watching us,” David observed, pointing his finger toward the ceiling at the five video cameras.
“Shit, that’s right, we have to go to another room,” Gabriel urged with anger, looking at Jeremy. The boys all looked at each other and then looked back at the ceiling. That’s when the revelation of three more cameras hanging was shown, as if they appeared magically. “Wait a second, what the hell is going on? There’s eight cameras now, I thought there were five,” Gabriel shouted.
“Oh no, Curtis and Victor are doing this,” said Jeremy in a fear-stricken fashion. He started running toward the door when suddenly they looked up at the ceiling and witnessed more video cameras appearing at every angle on the ceiling. They were growing themselves, and the shock caused the boys to exit the bathroom. They ran down the hallway with cameras growing out of the floor as well as the ceiling all around. They found themselves at the back of the stage again, looking down and seeing Mary and Sam sitting on the floor in tears still, with the cameras appearing all around them even more. Jeremy ran up to the women, questioning them with panic in his voice, “Listen, do you know any way out of this place besides through the front?”
“I’m so sorry, Jeremy, for lying out there, but I’m beginning to believe that maybe it was all in our imaginations,” Mary begged with an ironic smile; she was so happy to have believed she solved the mystery of this so-called wrath. “You know, I feel good knowing that it was all in our imaginations. Sam and I feel that maybe you guys should accept it, too!”
“Yeah.” Sam smiled.
Jeremy grabbed and tugged Mary toward him, pointed his index finger toward the cameras and yelled, “Listen to me, is that a figment of our imagination also?” Mary slowly turned her head to face the growing cameras and gave out a silent moan, not wanting to see their births, yet seeing them anyway. It caused foreboding dread to hit her eyes once again.
Sam screamed, and Mary shouted, “Oh shit!”
“Yeah, oh shit is right: they almost brainwashed you into believing this was all imaginary. Now, like I asked before, do you know any other way out of here besides the front door?” Jeremy asked again, grabbing onto Mary’s hand with force as the cameras still grew, soon to the point of suffocation.
“Um, listen, Jeremy, I’m so sorry for this, I’m sorry for lying to the public, I didn’t know,” Mary cried out.
“Oh yes you did. You and Sam knew what you were doing out there; it wasn’t until you came back here when you decided that maybe this was all just surreal. Now that you see cameras practically getting ready to grow out of our asses, that’s the proof that this isn’t imaginary. You and Sam are just like the rest of those people out there—sinners!” shouted Jeremy with force and anger mixed into his voice, letting go of Mary’s tear-drenched hand.
Sam got up from the floor and cried for forgiveness, but the boys wouldn’t listen. Unexpectedly, through the melancholy and rage and cameras growing at a fast pace, Curtis and Victor appeared behind Mary with malevolent grins still apparent on their unattractive faces. “The show has already started, they are waiting for all of you to come back to the stage!” Curtis said. He noticed the cameras growing around them like tyrants with cords and chuckled at them. “Oh, I see someone tried to do a miracle. Naughty, naughty.” He then looked at Mary and asked, “Are these boys trying to escape, Mary?” Mary looked down at the ground and then at Jeremy.
She turned around to face Curtis with no tears in her eyes at all, but eyes of seriousness. “No, they were just talking to me and Sam, that’s all!” Suddenly, Sam noticed a gun in the back of Victor’s pants, but saw that he didn’t see her looking at it. All they were looking at was Mary. So she stuck her hand out slowly and Mary noticed what she was doing, seeing Sam’s action through the corner of her eye.
“Are you sure you’re not lying to me?” Curtis asked again. During his question, Sam grabbed the gun out of Victor’s pocket, but Victor’s obesity caused him to not even feel it.
Sam, with audacity and courage that hastily grew in the seams of her flesh, stepped in front of Mary and got in the way of Curtis’s eye contact, saying while holding the gun up to Victor and Curtis, “Well, as a matter of fact, she is lying.” Sam smiled as Victor and Curtis turned their eyes down and saw the gun facing them.
“Come on, Sam, ‘thou shall not kill’, that’s what God said. If you shoot that gun, you’ll go straight to where Jeremy’s gonna go again, and he’ll be your master,” said Victor, slowly walking in the direction of the gun.
“Run, guys,” Sam yelled out. “Run and complete this,” she added.
Meanwhile, on the stage, the audience broke away from the guards, smashing them and trampling over their bodies, killing Frederick as well, the stomps of their bloody feet smashing his head into the watery grass, drowning him with no repentance or thought. Thousands of them reached the stage, and when they reached the doorway, Gabriel came into their sight. Gabriel ran quickly, traveling slowly through the birthing cameras, and slammed the door in the crowd’s face, locking it tightly. Gabriel went back to where everyone was at, and that’s when Mary grabbed the gun slowly away from Sam, holding it tightly. Mary clicked back the trigger and continued the gun in the direction of Curtis and Victor.
“Mary, you can’t kill us,” Curtis said with wickedness in his words, causing Mary to look at Jeremy.
Mary shouted, “What are you doing standing there? Run already!”
Jeremy, seeing Mary’s fears and courageous bravery, walked up to her and reached for the gun gently. “Mary, give me the gun.” Jeremy put his hand on the pistol, noticing Mary’s shaky hands wouldn’t let go of it, and tried to pull the gun delicately toward him. Seeing that her hand was almost loose enough for Jeremy to grab, Curtis jumped over to her and grabbed the gun away from her instead, pushing Jeremy on the ground. David ran up to Curtis and tried to get the gun out of his grip, but Victor pushed him away, acting like a bodyguard for Curtis.
The fight for the gun commenced. Gabriel was fighting Victor, and Michael was fighting Curtis, while David and Jeremy gradually got up from the ground. Swiftly, through the cameras growing and the room getting tighter, as well as the fight for the gun, a shot was fired and the smoke began rising. Jeremy looked to where the smoke from the gun was coming from, and that’s when he heard Sam scream out, “No, no, please God, no!”
They all turned to Mary, as she slowly fell to the ground, a bullet in her chest, with blood of red falling down her hands. Jeremy and David ran up to her, seeing the blood pouring out onto the ground.
“Mary, please, you’re gonna be okay,” Jeremy cried. He tried to stick his hand over the bullet wound, but it was so large that the hemorrhaging flowed like raindrops falling from a tempestuous cloud.
Mary’s glossy eyes and pale face searched every corner of Jeremy’s sight, smiling to him, saying in weakness, “I guess this means you forgive me for lying.” A single tear came out from her right eye, not knowing it would be her last. Jeremy followed the tear and saw it fall to her bloody chest, hearing her words, “Maybe God forgave me, and now I’ll go to Heaven. Promise me…promise that I will see you after the wrath is completed. That I’ll see you in Paradise!”
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 an
ger 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.
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