The Wrath of Jeremy (33 page)

David, Mary, Michael and Gabriel shot up from
their sleep and looked about with uncertainty. Their eyes saw Luke
in front of them with a torch in the background, lighting Jeremy’s
depressed image and Sam’s tear-filled face. Sam stopped her
emotions from surfacing and concentrated on what was happening.

Jeremy walked toward Luke while passing by
Sam, hunching over in humiliation, hearing her ask with nervousness
to her sweet tone, “Jeremy? Is it true? Are you really him?”

They both stared at each other, a form of
mystical love echoing in their eyes, knowing that Jeremy developed
a caring for Sam through this mission so far, and love from the
past entwined in this fresh emotion. Sam also held compassion for
Jeremy, and in this labyrinth of love from their ancient lives,
both trying to connect it to the present, she felt the urge to
connect in a spiritual rhythm that seemed blinding to their souls.
It was hidden, just like Jeremy’s secret, and now that his secret
was out, so was their love.

But in his dark consciousness, he decided to
keep that secret hidden away for awhile, not knowing what to do as
he stared at her beauty with a question so honest, that it brought
shivers up his own spine. At least Jeremy knew where their love
derived from, seeing her as an angel crying out for him to stop
hurting their father, yet she didn’t know a thing. They both were
lost in their own eyes with this abrupt sentiment, and Jeremy was
lost the most. Within her eyes, he saw yearning to help him be
found. “I—” he answered, and then stopped, as Luke interrupted.
They both moved their eyes once again to Luke’s silhouette, and put
their feelings for one another aside for the moment. They were both
so overwhelmed with this mission’s intent that holding another
piece of the puzzle and figuring it out was just too much to handle
right now.

“Jeremy, come forth!” yelled Luke. Jeremy and
Sam walked up to him, keeping their distance from one another due
to the uncomfortableness the new feeling had to it. “Now, the
seventh sign started when you all completed the first sign. You
see, when Gabriel, Michael, Christopher and Peter touched the
cross, they allowed the bloodstains to appear on it. The
bloodstains appeared on every cross in this world. When you all
touched it, it allowed Grewsal to turn to dirt, but David and
Jeremy never touched this cross. When David and Jeremy touch it,
the seventh sign will be completed,” Luke explained, holding the
cross out toward David.

“But I already touched it before, and nothing
happened,” Jeremy stated with confusion.

“Because, Jeremy, that is the way the
Unbounded Testament wants it to be. The reason why nothing happened
is because David didn’t touch it yet, it has to go in order,” Luke
explained with a giggle, somehow finding humor in it.

“But David touched it plenty of times and
then I touched it. Why didn’t the seventh sign start then?” Jeremy
pleaded, yearning to make sense of this, while David just gaped at
the cross Luke was holding before him.

“Because, Jeremy, you didn’t know who you
were yet. That’s the way the Unbounded Testament wanted it to be.
You had to know who you really were before the cross would accept
your blood upon it. They didn’t have to know who they were before
they touched it, mainly because they aren’t fallen angels. You
are,” replied Luke.

David then reached out his right hand and
touched the cross without a thought, cutting his middle finger
before he jerked his hand away. David watched his bloodstain form
on Jesus’s eyes, allowing them to open wide and full, while the
cross fell to the ground.

Sam walked up to the cross, yelling, “Oh my
God!” She saw the cross of Jesus moving his eyes around as if he
was a newborn baby seeing the world for the first time. Luke picked
up the cross and held it out toward Jeremy, wanting to get this
sign over with, hearing Sam’s yell getting lower, as she calmed
down her fear.

Jeremy hesitated; he didn’t know if he should
touch it or not. He looked at the cross strongly, and asked, “What
will happen when I touch it? I mean, beside it being the seventh
sign, what reason does it serve?”

“Well, Jeremy, why don’t you touch it and
find out,” answered Luke, seeing hesitation in Jeremy’s face again.
He then placed his left hand out slowly in the air while closing
his eyes, being afraid of the outcome if his hand connected with
the crucifix. The cross began to shine as Jeremy’s hand came closer
to it, the winds blew harder, and the rain started abruptly. Jeremy
finally touched it. Suddenly his fingers were all pricked at once,
but he didn’t pull away; it was as if he liked feeling pain, having
a bit of masochistic feelings to his physical attributes. They all
watched in awe, seeing blood falling from Jeremy’s hand still
holding the cross, leaking all over it as well as plummeting to the
ground. In the mist of this shadowy dark experience, they saw a
small grin form on Jeremy’s face. They wondered why he was smiling,
with his own blood spurting out of him, bathing the cross in a
drowning way.

Two minutes passed, and the pain was too
unbearable for him, causing his grin to vanish and his grip to pull
away from the cross. They watched as the cross gave out a bright
yellow light that shot toward the gloomy heavens. The wind blew
even harder as the cross levitated in the air and slowly rose up.
All of their eyes fastened on its beauty and their mouths opened in
shock. Then it fell, plummeting to the ground where it lay face-up,
causing them all to gather around it and discover the most
incredible thing that their eyes would ever see.

“Where is it?” asked David, all seeing the
cross on the ground, with no Jesus within it; he vanished from
it.

“I don’t understand,” said Michael.

Jeremy looked at his left hand and saw prick
marks on every single one of his fingers. They all still stayed in
one place, circling the cross in amazement. Luke answered, “In this
world, almost everyone possesses a cross, entwining it in their
lives, holding it close and securing it in their hearts. We have
just witnessed Christ being released from the prison that this
cross allowed him to take on. Every person in their home, every
church and everything that holds a cross, they shall see that
Christ is missing from it. Right now, the prayers of people shall
no longer be heard. Jesus is no longer on the cross, and therefore
he shall no longer hear the prayers of many and the pleas for
forgiveness from the sinners. This is the reason for the seventh
sign, to allow the prayers to be cut off; being saved is now
inevitably too late. All that’s left is the eighth sign, which will
be carried out by David, Gabriel, Jeremy and you, Michael, on the
twenty-fifth of December. That is only fifteen days away.”

Jeremy walked up to Luke, seeing truth in his
wisdom-filled eyes, and said with stress, “No, it is sixteen days
away, this is December tenth, Luke!”

“No, Jeremy, today is December eleventh, you
have been in the cave, seeing your past for a long while. Now, the
next step for this moment in time is to—” Before Luke could finish
his words, he was hit over the head by the butt of a gun, causing
him to fall down to the ground in abrupt silence.

“Luke, are you alright?” Jeremy cried out,
trying to wake up Luke, but he couldn’t. Sam knelt down beside
Jeremy and tried to help Luke as well, but nothing they could do
would wake him.

Jeremy slowly looked up at the figure who
knocked Luke out cold, and screamed, “Victor, or should I say,
Peter! You ass, you almost killed him!” Everyone saw the unusual
sight of Victor laughing hysterically, obviously amused by his
actions against Luke, not comprehending the reasons why he was
laughing, or taking in the explanation of how he found them.

Suddenly, through Victor’s laughter, all of
the boys turned and looked behind him, causing their eyes to widen
even more, allowing shock to take over their vocal cords for a
moment. There, in the darkness, the boys saw their parents running
toward them through the wind and rain.

As they came up to them all, Curtis was mixed
in with the crowd, and he ran up to Victor, saying, “Good job, you
got him right in the head.” He then looked at the cross on the
ground and noticed Jesus was missing from it. “Shit, the seventh
sign. I was hoping we would get here before the sign started.”

Jeremy was still holding onto Luke’s immobile
body when he became aware of his mother walking up to him quickly.
“Jeremy, my baby, are you alright?” Jeremy’s mother embraced him
tightly and Jeremy’s eyes captured his father approaching him as
well.

“We’re going home now, son, and leaving this
nightmare behind us,” said his father in a caring tone, clutching
Jeremy firmly and hugging him.

“No, I have a mission to do!” yelled Jeremy.
Then, in the darkness of the land, Jeremy saw a reflection in the
puddles of water that the rain gave. He saw twenty men in the
distance, running toward them.

Fear? Jeremy, don’t be afraid of these men.
You know who they are! You’re Lucifer….

These thoughts cycled around in Jeremy’s
mind, holding the thoughts that surfaced to his eyes as he looked
up at the rain while it fell to his face. Darkness. Blackness.
That’s all he saw, all of it seemed like a dream he wanted so badly
to wake from, perceiving the twenty men running toward them, with
what seemed to be rage in their rhythm.

“Well, I see that the backup is finally
here,” noted Curtis, laughing as Jeremy’s father looked at the men
in stupefaction.

Jeremy’s father walked up to Curtis, feeling
the rain falling on his big, wrinkly nose, being afraid for the
first time in his long life. I’m Mr. Daven, I’m not afraid of
anything…. He spoke those words in his mind while Curtis’s green,
villainous eyes met his. “They didn’t come on the plane with us,
who are they?” Jeremy’s father asked Curtis while turning away from
his green eyes and looking at the men.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Mr. Daven, I
called for the FBI to come and help me and Victor with this little
problem,” answered Curtis. Suddenly three men grabbed onto David
and pulled him away from his parents, battling with their embrace,
forcing David to let go instantly.

“What are you doing?” David’s father
questioned. Once his question was out, one of the men punched him,
as well as David’s mother, in the stomach, causing them to hunch
over in excruciating pain. Four other men ran over to Michael and
Gabriel and started grabbing them while their mother began crying.
Before she could even plea for help, or ask why they’re doing this,
one of the men punched her in the face, causing her to fall to the
cold wet ground, screaming out with rage and pain mixed
together.

Spinning this moment with anger, Jeremy stood
in fear and grasped onto Sam, seeing that her parents were nowhere
to be found. They both embraced each other, seeing Mary running up
to them, and having them both embrace her as well. Before the rest
of the men ran up to Jeremy, perceiving Mary and Sam hugging him,
Luke began to wake up. Jeremy’s eyes caught the sight of Luke’s
awakening, crying out, “Luke, what should I do now?”

Luke looked at him and smiled, rubbed
Jeremy’s brown hair, and said, “Go, and tell the people what your
mission is. Go and explain to them everything that you know. The
Lord shall take away your powers from all of you, you shall have to
prove to the people through your words, not by miracles. The one
power that you all possess, besides reading and understanding
Hebrew, is to make God bring miracles to you, but he shall not
bring any more,” Luke explained while Curtis and Victor walked up
to the men who were running toward Jeremy, and began talking to
them. “Thy Lord shall only grant you one miracle, one miracle that
you shall use, but shall not be allowed to be seen by the people of
this world. Just remember to be back at this very spot on December
twenty-fourth: you know the rest.”

Jeremy then turned around to face the men and
noticed them walking away while his parents were listening to every
word Luke spoke. Being in pain from the abrupt abuse they received,
the other parents huddled around and listened to Luke’s words as
well closely, squinting in confusion, not even knowing who this man
was. “But I don’t know what to do. Will you be here waiting for
us?” Jeremy asked, seeing Curtis and Victor walking very slowly
toward them. As soon as they reached them, Curtis took out his gun
and shot Luke in the chest; his blood sprayed all over Jeremy. “No,
please no!” Jeremy yelled out, watching as Luke bled from the
mouth. “But you can’t die! I thought this whole time that you were
sort of like us. Your wound will heal, right? You’re immortal,
right?”

Luke still rubbed Jeremy’s brown hair,
coughing out, “Jeremy, I am not like you or Michael, David,
Gabriel, or even Christopher and Peter. I am a human, and born a
human, who was sent here to deliver the message to you. All of you
were angels who are human now.”

Jeremy’s tears fell upon the blood that
flowed from Luke’s mouth, trying to listen to his words without
drowning his own ears with weeping sadness. “Take the Shroud and
Kerchief, bring them to this spot on the twenty-fourth of this
month. They have the words on the back of them that will allow the
wrath to take place on the twenty-fifth. You don’t need me
anymore!”

“I need you to guide us,” said Jeremy,
suddenly noticing that Curtis and Victor were chuckling loudly.

“I will see you on December twenty-fifth,”
Luke breathed, with Curtis and Victor’s laughter coming to a
halt.

Victor shouted to Luke, “Oh no you won’t,
since the wrath isn’t going to take place. Your old ass will never
see him!”

Tears flushed from Luke’s eyes, crying, “You
will see me!” He then shut his eyes and allowed death to beat him,
being too old and fragile to withstand the gunshot wound any
longer. Curtis kicked Luke’s dead body, and then grabbed Jeremy by
his hair. He walked away from Luke’s body while dragging Jeremy
with him by the strands of his hair in his grip, and Jeremy
bellowed in pain.