The Wrath of Jeremy (39 page)

Mary tapped him on the leg and Michael
focused his eyes on her, hearing her words, “Tell them the truth,
and only the truth.”

Now, the boys knew if they told the truth and
only that, the audience would get even more brutal and filled with
dismay, allowing more resentment to hoist in their already
perplexed minds. But each of them knew Mary was right, and they
didn’t want to give up on what they had to do. So, Michael bent his
head to face the audience, the lights, the anger and emotions, and
turned his eyes to face the big screen with the angry woman in its
cube.

He answered with apparent nervousness in his
voice, “We can’t do that, ma’am, you all have to believe us through
faith, not by us showing your miracles. It’s just like believing
the Lord exists; you don’t see him, but it’s up to you to use your
faith in order to know he’s there. As long as your eyes are
watching us, no miracles can be performed by us.”

The audience grew soundless, and that was
Frederick’s cue to liven them up. So, with his talent speaking
voice and supposed intellect, Frederick got up, turned to the boys
and yelled into his microphone toward Jeremy, “Why should we
believe you? I mean, you say you’re Lucifer, and that the rest of
you are angels, but the thing is, all of you are angels who want to
destroy the earth!” The audience let go of their silence and their
rage grew again. They started to shout once more, seeing Frederick
turning to the television camera and adding, “They’ll answer that
in a few moments, we have to cut to a commercial break. We’ll be
right back.” The cameras turned off and the boys waited on the
stage and watched the audience members’ faces and voices, showing
fear mixed with fury in their eyes.

Michael turned to Jeremy and asked in a
joking way, “Which one is Lucifer, Jeremy, you or the great
Frederick?” They boys chuckled a bit, but ended their laughter
quickly, being that their fear was too great to hold down. “How the
hell are we going to get out of here? They don’t believe us,
they’re just treating us like we’re freaks. So, in return, they’ll
definitely not allow us to leave this stadium, or New York.”

The voices from the audience rose higher, and
rocks and bottles began flying from their seats toward the stage.
Jeremy said, “I don’t know, I thought this was going to be simple.
I thought because the seas have drained and the sun has gone – but
miraculously we’re all still alive – that this would be a simple
task and the people would want to believe us.” Suddenly the bottles
and rocks stopped falling from the crowd, and the yells and screams
lessened. This caught the boys’ attention, so they turned and
looked around to see what the derivation of the quick change was.
There, walking out of the door that led to the interior of the
stadium, and walking onto the stage were no other than Curtis and
Victor. Curtis and Victor had also became famous to the world as
the ones who found that the boys were supposedly spreading this
story, putting on a persona that made it look like they were trying
to stop the boys from this prank. And for those that believed the
boys’ story, Curtis and Victor made it seem like they were also
trying to stop them from performing the wrath. They fooled the
world, proving to everyone that they were the good guys and the
boys were not. Yet, whether it be a lie or truth, to Jeremy at
least, he was still confused about who the good guys were and who
were the bad. But, remembering that it was God’s will, Jeremy and
the rest saw Curtis and Victor as the bad guys, only because they
were going against God’s wishes for the boys to complete the
wrath.

Onstage, Curtis and Victor, with malevolence
and wickedness in their veins, smirked at them and sat in seats
that were on separate sides of the stage. “Great, look who decided
to show up,” Jeremy sarcastically said as Michael turned to face
Curtis and Victor.

Gabriel leaned in to Jeremy’s right ear and
whispered, “Oh no, now we’re definitely screwed. There’s no way
we’re gonna get out of here now.”

The bottles and rocks started up again, being
thrown toward the boys, yet not reaching them because of the far
distance of the audience. Each of them knew it was only a matter of
time till the bottles and debris would reach them, due to the
audience leaving their seats and attacking with no mercy. After
hearing Curtis and Victor’s lies and how they fed the fire in the
audience’s bellies, the boys foresaw death coming to them. This
vision urged each of their minds to contemplate a plan quickly, to
get out of this situation.

Looking past Gabriel, David asked Jeremy,
“Wait a second, didn’t Luke say to you that we have one more
miracle left we could use?”

“Yeah, but if we use it to get out of here
and go back to Jordan, then we’re going to have to use it without
anyone seeing it. By the looks of it, I highly doubt that anyone is
going to turn their backs on us now,” Jeremy answered. “Besides,
even after the show, there are millions and millions of people
picketing and waiting outside for us, and we have to get past them
first. We have to go to some room or something were no one’s
at.”

Frederick sipped a glass of water, showing
the boys this exercise, teasing them and making their dry mouths
jealous of his hydrated one. Frederick then walked up to the
television camera, saying with a fake smile, “Welcome back to The
Frederick Redone Show, I’m Frederick Redone and am speaking to four
young men who say they are the cause of the rain falling hard, the
wind blowing fast, the seas being drained and the sun being lost.
The last question before the break was, ‘Why we should believe
them?’ Well, why should we believe you? Let’s hear it from the
ringleader. Jeremy, why should we believe your story?”

“I don’t care if you believe me or not. It’s
not up to me to decide who the sinners are and who are not. We told
you our mission, and now it’s up to you whether you want to
believe. But let me tell you that the Lord shall not hear any more
prayers, or any more pleas for forgiveness. He left the cross and
now the prayers of many are being said without a listener. If you
want to be forgiven and you know you’re a sinner, then you have to
stand where we are going to stand on December twenty-fourth. But
you have to believe us before you see the wrath taking place, you
have to believe us before you see any sort of magic appear. Once we
begin the wrath, and the angels show themselves, you are no longer
allowed to be forgiven. When twelve o’clock midnight shows and the
twenty-fourth turns into the twenty-fifth, judgment shall be
passed. Like we said before, you have to use your faith, the rest
is up to you. We are just messengers to you, we are afraid just
like you are, and even we don’t know everything that’s about to
come,” replied Jeremy. Frederick started laughing.

“Okay, well, that was a good reply,”
Frederick chuckled with sarcasm. “We are now going to talk to two
men who worked in Grewsal before it burned down. Curtis Henderson
and Victor Hayes worked with these young men, and these young men
say that they are also angels, but angels of a God that we never
heard of. Curtis, you’re a doctor and you worked with these young
men, tell me what it was like. What was it like hearing for the
first time that these boys said ‘you are angels also’?” Frederick
asked before Curtis began smiling.

“Well, Frederick, I felt appalled by the
accusation. What we have here are four individuals whose minds were
altered by something that is surreal. When these young men came
into Grewsal, they were seeing statues of religious figures moving
about. You see, they wanted attention and they wanted everyone to
believe that they weren’t crazy. So, in return, they burnt down
Grewsal, and somehow poured dirt where it used to stand,” Curtis
explained.

Gabriel got up from his seat with anger,
screaming, “That is a lie, and you know it. We did not burn down
Grewsal!” Before Gabriel could run and punch Curtis, David pulled
his shirt and forced him to sit down in his seat again.

In his defense, Curtis put back on his
laughing composure, heaving his voice and saying, “It is not a lie.
You boys are suffering from a sickness that has become worse over
time, and this proves it. Also, their parents say that Victor and I
told them about this. Their parents claim that Victor and I
explained a similar story to them about their sons being the
deliverers of the wrath. Well, it’s safe to say that their parents
are receiving help in an institution right now, just as these boys
should be receiving it at this very moment!”

The audience began clapping, glorifying
Curtis as a great doctor through their cheers. “Why did their
parents say a similar story to theirs?” asked Frederick.

“Well, it’s like this: When a parent loves a
child, they want to protect them as much as possible. Therefore,
when they heard about this story their sons spoke of, they decided
to help them by vouching for their story, and in the process, they
actually made themselves believe it,” Curtis explained, suddenly
hearing Jeremy’s voice.

Jeremy yelled, “You did tell them about it,
Curtis! Why don’t you just tell these people the truth? Why don’t
you just say that you are here to try and keep us from delivering
the wrath?”

“Well, personally, I feel that it is a great
honor for you to say that me and Victor were sent here to stop you
from it. It makes me feel like a superhero. If it is true, I mean,
hypothetically, if it is true about you being the deliverers of the
wrath, then I, as well as all these people, will make sure you
never step foot on the Holy Land again,” Curtis replied. The
audience stood up and gave a round of applause.

Frederick stepped in as the audience slowly
sat down. “Well, we are now going to hear from two young women who
say they could vouch for this story. They say that they were there
when these boys completed some sort of seven signs, signs that mean
the end’s coming. But there is also talk that these severely sick
young men took these two beautiful ladies hostage. Now, ladies,
tell us your version of the story.” Mary and Sam looked at each
other in nervousness after hearing that Frederick was asking them
to speak. “Mary, how about you begin first?”

Before Mary spoke, she looked at the boys’
faces and suddenly a feeling of appreciation came to her soul,
seeing how special they really were. This comprehension permitted a
tear to fall from her right eye. She answered in a slow motion
state, “Well, Frederick, um, um, I…” She paused. It was as if
something was caught in her throat. Her eyes emerged from their
teary moment, and she looked over at Curtis and Victor, watching as
they smiled at her, a smirk that meant they were in control of the
situation.

“Well, Frederick, um, well, um, I was—” she
said again, stopping once she looked at Jeremy’s fear-filled eyes.
She saw all the boys’ eyes, and how Jeremy’s were the only ones
that were glossy, as if tears were ready to pop out at any
moment.

Mary knew what she had to do. “Well, I, um, I
was, was lying the whole time. These boys kidnapped us and said
that if we don’t vouch for their story, then they’ll kill us. So,
now that me and Sam are safe and away from them, we could finally
say the truth,” Mary stated in a fast manner, hearing the audience
making noises of a gossipy tone. They were appalled by her story,
and all the boys could do was look at her with shock in their eyes
along with a single tear falling from each of their glares. Each of
the boys closed their eyes in hurt, listening to her echo reaching
the arena. “I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry,” she said in a low tone
to the boys. They couldn’t even look at her; the hurt was too
great.

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?”