The Wrath of Jeremy (37 page)

“No, Curtis and Victor knew because—,” Mary
said, but couldn’t finish.

Katie’s loud roar drowned out the rest of
Mary’s words. “Don’t even say it, Mary! Curtis and Victor are not
angels who lived in the past and got killed by Jeremy and now work
for some God that I’ve heard of. You told me this story over and
over again and it still doesn’t make a bit of sense to my brain or
anyone else’s brain for that matter. Curtis is a very good and
well-trained doctor who cares about his patients. He is not an
angel who was sent to stop the boys from delivering some sort of
wrath. Victor is a well-trained nurse who also cares for his
patients, and he of all people doesn’t look like an angel. Now, the
reason why Curtis and Victor told the whole world about this
‘wrath’ deal is because the boys told them to! That’s it! Case
closed!”

Sam ran up to Katie, took her hot glass of
coffee away from her and threw it against the mirrors, screaming,
“That is a lie. If you think about it, Curtis and the other asshole
want to keep the boys away from the Holy Land, and they can’t do it
alone. So, the best thing to better their mission against the boys
is to tell the world about it, and allow the world to also stop
Jeremy, David, Michael and Gabriel from delivering it. It’s so
simple, but you people are so pig-headed and gullible that you
would believe anyone who is considered a doctor or a nurse!”

Silence came to the room with Katie smirking
at the both of them. She then put her stack of papers back into her
briefcase and put her cigarette out on the floor, speaking in
calmness, “Well, Mary is considered a doctor, and I don’t believe
her one bit.” Katie then began to walk slowly toward the door. “I
can see that this conversation is getting nowhere. If you two want
to ruin your reputation as well as your lives, then fine with me. I
will tell Curtis and Victor that you still stand by your story, and
that the deal is off.”

Mary’s eyes started to form an innocent
shield of tears, shattering into a thousand drops that ran down her
face of beauty like a river. She watched Katie walk closer to the
door, and asked, “Why is it that you believe Curtis and Victor, but
you don’t believe me?”

Katie slowly turned around while putting her
head of long, black hair down, her eyes falling to the floor. She
lifted it up and walked toward the small window, looking out at the
rain and the darkness and then down at the people. “Because, Mary,
they don’t believe you. I want to believe you, and maybe, just
maybe, there’s a piece of me that does believe your story. But my
mind says ‘no’ to it, and therefore I don’t believe you,” she
replied, taking her eyes off the people in the streets and pivoting
them to Mary’s. She slowly walked past Sam and Mary as she came to
the door again. “For all its worth, good luck on that talk show,
may God be with you,” Katie added in kindness. She then walked out
of the room and locked the door behind her.

And there they were left once again, alone
and with each other, in silence once more, facing the mirrors,
still watching them. Sam’s tears broke again, and she walked back
to the window. “You know, this whole time I still don’t know who
Katie is. I mean, we’ve been explaining our story to her over and
over again, but I don’t know what she does for a living, Mary.”

“Oh, Katie is a doctor like me, she used to
work in Grewsal with me. But then she got transferred to the New
York institution,” Mary explained, also walking toward the
window.

“Where’s that institution located, Mary? The
New York one?”

“We’re in it, this is it.”

“I’m scared, Mary, I’m scared to go on that
talk show. I mean, I don’t know whether I should deny the story and
say it was all a lie or not.”

They both watched and stared closely at the
people, praying and hoping that some miracle would blow in the wind
and take this horribleness away. Mary’s tears still poured, and Sam
saw them. She heard Mary say, “I know, I don’t know either. But
whatever we do say on that show, I know personally that it will
change our lives.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Because, I think I’m gonna sin.”

“What do you mean ‘sin’?” Sam embraced her
with a tight hug, still standing in front of the open window,
feeling the wind blowing at their hair of loveliness through the
thick black bars.

“The sin of lying,” Mary replied.

Sam let go of the hug and their eyes gawked
at the people below; Sam’s voice cried out in lowness, “Me
too….”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

O
ne day had passed
and Jeremy, having his upper torso locked in a straitjacket, was
being dragged down a hallway by two guards, smashing his body up
against a large door. The guards were trying to unlock the door
while holding Jeremy at the same time, pushing him harder against
the door’s hard body so one of the guards could get an even balance
with holding him and placing the key in the locked door at the same
time. Once unlocked, they hurled Jeremy in the room and slammed the
door behind him, locking it again and leaving Jeremy in the room
isolated and alone. Yet, he wasn’t alone. Jeremy’s vision scanned
the room of mirrored walls, slowly anchoring his eyes down to the
floor and then moving them upward toward a single window at the
other end. There, below the window, which was open, he saw Mary and
Sam, sitting on the floor with their bodies up against the wall,
sleeping silently, serenely, as if they hadn’t had a good night’s
rest for days.

Before Jeremy could open his mouth, the
guards opened the door again, walked in rapidly and took Jeremy out
of the straitjacket. They left the room and locked it again, and
Jeremy stretched his arms far in the air, cracking his back while
stretching side to side. His eyes went to Mary and Sam once more,
and instead of speaking out loudly at first, he just stared at them
in calmness, silence, examining their breaths and dried up tears,
apprehending the truth that he was the cause of their torment. The
guilt weighed down his mind and stamina, and his straight glare
wound down to a gloomy emotional expression. He rolled his eyes in
every direction as each thought of blameworthiness and betrayal
toward them showed itself to his mind’s eye. Stopping the rotation,
Jeremy gazed at their beauty, and knew they didn’t belong in a
place such as this, being treated like prisoners, with a single
window that was barred. He was mortified, ashamed of the present,
craving so much to change the situation at hand so that Mary and
Sam could live without the memory of this ordeal. Yet, he
recognized this was happening for a reason, yet the reason wasn’t
exposed to him.

Jeremy remembered seeing Sam in the blissful
heavenly realm, knowing the significance of their connection to one
another, indulgent toward the fact that they used to be lovers,
with a strong love of admiration with great intensity; that was why
she was present in the room. He knew that God somehow found a way
to rebirth Sam’s life again, so she could be with Jeremy during
this time of trial and future triumph over Jeremy’s wrath. Yet he
was confused as to why Mary was present. His heart occupied the
mystifying love he felt for Sam, and the reasoning for that was
simple; she was his love in Heaven. But the love he had for Mary,
as if she was his mother or sister, was strong enough to prove that
he would give his life for her, as well as for Sam. “But why is
Mary here?” he asked, being bound in confounded bewilderment as to
Mary’s unknown motive for her presence in this mission. “They are
both good people, yet Mary has no connection at all to this.”

Suddenly, Sam opened her eyes and saw Jeremy,
viewing his body kneeling on the floor and gazing at her as well as
Mary, with a strong look of burden to his brown eyes filled with
tears. Sam smiled her tired face in his direction and Jeremy shined
a grin back to her.

“Jeremy, is that you?”

As soon as Sam’s words came out with a yawn
to follow, she got up, with wobbling legs, and darted toward
Jeremy, embracing him in a tight hug, feeling his eyes closing in
contentment. “They gave us a shot, Jeremy, and it knocked us out.
And they gave Mary two of the shots, because she was hysterical,”
Sam said. They walked over to Mary and tried waking her up.

Jeremy saw Mary’s chest moving up and down,
indicating that she was alive and well and in a very deep sleep.
“She’ll be up soon, it’ll wear off.” Then Jeremy looked over at
Sam, and gazed at her beauty and glossy, red, swollen eyes,
portraying to his guilt that she was crying for days with potential
tears in the making. “Are you alright, Sam?”

“Yes, I am. Jeremy? I’m so scared.” Her
words, the origin of her tormented voice, her emotion, caused
Jeremy to move nearer to her face, feeling her sweat, breath and
skin of cleanliness, honoring her beauty with a slight,
unnoticeable bow that he gave. To the left of them lay Mary, with
Mary’s eyes cracking open steadily, without them knowing. A grin
came to her face as she saw Jeremy and Sam, closing in on each
other with their eyes staring into each other’s souls. Then their
lips met, and Mary’s smile grew larger, breathing in this precious,
untold moment, and exhaling benevolently.

Unpredictably, Sam let go of his kiss
gradually, saying, “Jeremy. Jeremy, I know what you are. And I know
that it’s wrong to be kissing you. Maybe I still don’t accept that
you are what Luke said you were. But if there’s any significance,
and whatever happens tomorrow, I just want you to know that I love
you. Since the instant I saw you, Jeremy, I loved, I loved you. I’m
aware that I never showed it, but I’m so afraid of tomorrow that I
want you to know it now.”

“Shh,” Jeremy hushed, petting her face
tenderly and caressing her lips with the side of his hand. “You
don’t have to clarify anything. But we both know that this can’t
ever be,” he added, enduring the understanding deep inside that the
love he had for her in the past wasn’t known to her thoughts, only
to his. Jeremy knew about their love in Heaven, ecstasy above,
except Sam’s eyes were blind to it, and this rooted Jeremy to
exceed judgment on them mutually, ordering his soul, his essence of
befuddlement, to never kiss her again.

“I know, Jeremy. I just wanted you to
know.”

“I, too, adore you, Sam. And I just wanted
you to know it, too,” he whispered, embracing her again with an
unyielding hug of forgotten virtue and innocence. Jeremy’s eyes
grew dark, with desire to have an ordinary life again, and with
Sam, to show his craving for her, showing his will for her through
his smile.

As Jeremy stared intently at her, Mary moved
her head a little, enough to catch their eyes, sucking her movement
in their peripheral vision, ordering their senses to look toward
her, to see if she really did move. They turned to her, hearing
Mary say with a grin, “I’m glad to see some people are having a
good time.” Jeremy hugged Mary tightly, along with Sam’s grip, and
they both helped her up from the cold ground, holding her there for
a moment till she caught her balance. There they stood silently,
with the mirrors watching them closely, waiting to see who would
talk first.

“Where are the others, Jeremy?” Sam
questioned. Jeremy’s eyes turned slowly in the path of the mirror
on the right side of the wall. He gawked intimately at the mirror,
when abruptly he looked at the reflection more closely, seeing the
room’s reflection, and noticing the door’s replica was changing.
Jeremy’s eyes rigorously concentrated on the door, when
unexpectedly he noticed the change within the reflection. In the
mirror, it showed blood seeping, percolating in through the bottom
of the door, oozing its frightening color quickly, as if the door
itself was holding up a wall of blood on the outside of it. Yet,
when Jeremy turned to see the liquid, yanking his eyes away from
the mirror and turning to the door’s body, there was nothing coming
in; it was only in the mirror, its reflection. Subsequently, Jeremy
turned back to the reflection, and saw the walls to the room
bleeding red blood, seeing the walls hemorrhaging, with the
reflection of the mirrors behind him, cracking and pouring blood as
fast as his nerves grew. Yet, when he turned away and inspected the
room all around, it was the same, with no blood to be found.

He moved his eyes toward the sinister images
again and with shock coming in through his pores, he turned to Mary
and Sam and spoke in loudness, “Do you see that?” He pointed to the
mirror in front of him, alongside of watching Mary and Sam’s
reflection. He waited to see if they gave any facial expressions
that proved to him they in fact did and still do see the blood.

He prayed and hoped they were also witnessing
this evil. “Yes, Jeremy, I do,” Mary answered, with tears of fright
falling down her face.

“I do, too, Jeremy. In the mirror I see
blood,” Sam said. Jeremy turned to the room’s reflection.

Side by side they stood, watching the blood,
feeling their hearts beating faster with their fear growing rapidly
across their eyes, piercing their souls, giving off a feeling of
thorns poking them in their innocence. Sam gazed at the blood,
crying out without a sound, gulping down her panic, praying that
the blood in the mirror would vanish at once. Faster and faster
their hearts pumped, and slower and slower their eyes moved, only
yearning to stare at the blood, as if their eyes were no longer
theirs, but someone else’s, wanting them to stare at this sinister
sight, demanding them to witness it without any care of their fears
toward it. Mary and Sam’s trepidation and nerves were felt by them
strongly, crawling up their spines, turning five strands of their
beautiful hair to the color of white. Staring still, seeing the
blood in the mirror filling up the room’s reflection, a single tear
fell out of their right eyes, while a tear of red fell from
Jeremy’s left.