The Wrath of Jeremy (20 page)

“Please, don’t hurt me, this is my first day
on the job,” the stewardess wailed, looking at the barrel of the
gun and watching as Victor pointed it to her head, and then to her
stomach and then back to her head.

Taunting and teasing her fears, Victor got a
kick out of teasing the stewardess. And so she watched as the
barrel of the gun went up and down her body, scanning her every
inch, perverting her flesh. Suddenly the gun went off and her tears
of coldness broke out of her eyes in a spitting rhythm, shooting
two inches from her. She fell to the ground, passing out, not
realizing that Victor shot her in the leg by accident, with his
target being her stomach.

As the stewardess fell, Curtis yelled out,
“Don’t shoot that thing anymore, you could rupture the cabin, you
idiot!”

Michael, David, and Gabriel ran up to Jeremy,
standing shoulder-to-shoulder, like troops, directly in front of
Victor’s gun. Contemplating how to handle the situation, they also
watched and saw how Mary’s tears were touching the barrel of
Curtis’s gun, pressing it up to her forehead tightly. They
concentrated on her tears as they fell from her eyes, not wanting
her to be afraid anymore, yet not wanting her to be killed as well.
Unexpectedly, Jeremy ran past Victor and hit Curtis in the hand,
causing the gun to release from his grip. Mary fell down and
crawled quickly away from Curtis. Jeremy and Curtis rolled on the
ground simultaneously, fighting for the possession of the gun.
Victor watched them fight, allowing David to grab Victor’s gun
speedily, attempting to rip it away from his clutch. Victor coiled
his body around and saw the gun had David’s hand on it also, so he
shot it, causing the bullet to go directly into David’s chest.

Through David’s screech of suffering,
Jeremy’s fight was finally won, and Jeremy was the winner, as the
gun was in his grip. Jeremy pulled it toward him and pointed it at
Curtis. “You can’t kill me,” Curtis yelled out with a laugh. Jeremy
looked around the cabin and noticed the door of the plane.

Silence took over again, in addition to his
own heartbeat being the only percussion in his ears. His eyes
swarmed the plane, and then he pointed the gun in the direction of
the lock of the door. Jeremy didn’t even know himself what he was
about to do, but he looked at the wounded stewardess who was waking
up after she had been unconscious, and, without contemplating any
longer, told her beautiful face, “Hold on!”

Mary saw that the gun’s direction was towards
that of the plane’s door, so she screamed, crying out to Jeremy,
“Don’t do it, you’ll kill us all!” Jeremy noticed David’s body
lying on the ground with a bloody wound to his chest; he noticed
the beautiful young woman lying on the ground in fear, and also
perceived Mary’s frightened attractiveness baffling her own tears
that had emotions ranging so far into bewilderment and
incomprehension that Mary was confused herself about where they
flowed from and why. The anger began building up inside of Jeremy’s
mind as his blood began to steam, caring for about half the people
inside this cabin, and loving Mary like a mother. He didn’t want
her to cry anymore; he didn’t want Curtis and Victor to cause this
pain. Suddenly, Jeremy discerned a cross, which was hanging from
the stewardess’s perfectly formed neck, beginning to shine, its
small body forming a bright yellow light. This caused his blood to
calm down a bit.

“Do it, I shall protect thee,” the voice
whispered from the cross.

A brief and small rhythm of laughter started
to be heard from Curtis’s mouth. Curtis laughed, “You think that a
cross will protect you? Think again, Jeremy!” Without noticing,
Gabriel ran up to Victor and knocked the gun out of his hand. He
then grabbed the gun and ran up to Jeremy while pointing it at the
lock on the door where Jeremy’s gun was pointing.

“Let’s do this together,” said Gabriel. “I
hope you know what you’re doing, Jeremy.”

They both sealed their eyes shut and slowly
pressed their index fingers onto the trigger of their guns, with
Mary’s tear-filled eyes looking out one of the windows of the
plane, seeing the darkness of the night and how the clouds were
pressing up against the glass, as if they were begging to come in.
Mary and the stewardess screamed and that’s when Jeremy and Gabriel
pressed their index fingers fully, causing each gun to shoot out a
bullet that headed for the door of the plane. The bullets hit the
lock, causing sparks to fly, and the cabin door broke, being sucked
out by the pressure of the altitude.

Summarily, the suction came into the cabin,
causing everything in its way to be sucked toward it, forcing
Jeremy and Gabriel to grab onto one of the seats as the
stewardess’s wounded body began to be pulled toward the open door
by the suction. Jeremy grabbed her arm before her body flew toward
the door, and held her tight. He watched the two dead stewardesses
fly out of the doorway, with the living stewardess closing her
teary eyes, showing Jeremy that she was close to the two women who
were killed. “Just hold onto this,” Jeremy yelled out to the young
stewardess, handing her a seat belt.

Mary screamed for her life as well, flying
past the seats and finding her eyes directly at the doorway where
the suction came from. Jeremy seized her arm and used all of his
strength to pull her frantic body toward him. As he did that,
Curtis flew past the seat and next to the doorway. He held onto the
inside of the door, with his emotions ironically showing that of
laughter being amplified from his mouth.

“You can’t kill me,” Curtis yelled out,
gawking at Jeremy and their eyes met as silence took over the plane
again, at least in Jeremy’s mind. He gaped at Curtis’s eyes, trying
to understand who he was, what he was, and what he meant by his
words of immortality. A moment they shared was a moment that Jeremy
knew wouldn’t be the last; for some reason, Jeremy believed
Curtis’s life was perpetual. Then Curtis let go of the inside,
flying out into the clouds without a scream being heard. Jeremy
closed his eyes and looked away from the plane’s doorway.

Jeremy then looked back toward the doorway
and opened his eyes. “Well, I just did,” Jeremy said with sarcasm
to Curtis’s flying body, seeing it glowing against the moon’s light
before it disappeared into the darkness. Without warning, David’s
body began gliding on the ground, shooting toward the doorway.
David grabbed onto Victor’s body, trying to use him as a safety
rope, an anchor.

“Let go of me,” Victor shouted, sensing David
crawling up him like a rope. He then grabbed onto a seat and tried
kicking Victor’s hands off the grip of the seat. Victor let go and
flew past Jeremy’s eyes as Jeremy witnessed a small grin on
Victor’s face before he flew out of the doorway.

The stewardess’s cross began glowing once
again, with her beautiful brown eyes capturing its excelling blaze,
and a voice coming from it, saying, “Shut the door!”

Jeremy clutched onto her necklace and slashed
it off from her neck. He looked at the cross as it began shimmering
even more, burning his eyes to the point where his pupils began
perspiring tears to cool them down a bit. So he let go of it and
allowed it to fly in the thin air toward the doorway, with the
suction of the altitude being its means of flight. This surreal
moment forced all of their fearful, pale faces to watch closely the
flight of the cross. As soon as it reached the open door, it shot
out an even brighter luminosity, with a door abruptly appearing in
the doorway. It was a door that was locked, that caused the suction
to cease. The wind died down, and all that could be heard was the
deep inhaling and exhaling of breath as they breathed deeply to
fight for oxygen against the altitude.

“Is everyone okay?” Jeremy yelled out.

“David’s been shot, Jeremy,” answered
Gabriel. Jeremy ran over to David’s wounded body and tore off
David’s shirt where he noticed a blemish, a scar of an angel’s
wing. The wound began going away in addition to Gabriel saying
toward David’s scar, “He has the same scar as the rest of us!”

David got up from the ground and walked to
his seat like nothing happened. He buckled his seat belt and heard
Jeremy’s voice ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, of course I’m okay, I just want to get
some sleep now,” responded David, as he noticed an impetuous scream
coming from the stewardess. He got up and walked over to her,
seeing her brown eyes of exquisiteness and her smooth cheekbones
and luscious, innocent lips quivering as he looked at her. He then
noticed a gunshot wound to her leg, so he knelt down beside her
slowly and put his hand over it. A sudden light shot out from it,
causing the stewardess to see a miracle taking place. When he
pulled his hand away, the wound vanished, causing the stewardess to
smile with intrigue, and then pass out from fright. He looked at
the name tag on her chest, which read “Sam”, and smirked at it.
“Well, Sam, just get some rest now.” David left her closed eyes and
sleeping body behind and walked back to his seat, sitting down in
it again, and yawned in fatigue.

“What the hell is going on? What just
happened?” Mary yelled out.

“You’ll find out when we get to the Holy
City,” David retorted, closing his eyes promptly.

Without warning, the pilot came out from the
front cabin, with Jeremy’s eyes being confused at their appearance.
Of all the times they had to show up, it had to be after the chaos
was over with; at least the chaos on the plane. The pilot shouted,
“What’s going on here, I thought the cabin ruptured!” The pilot ran
up to Sam and knelt down to her, seeing that her body was sound
asleep. “My God, is she okay?” the pilot asked, rubbing her
hair.

David got up once again and touched the
pilot’s arm. “Everything is just fine,” David answered, releasing
his hand from his arm.

Suddenly the pilot became befuddled toward
everyone, mumbling, “Oh, alright, I’d better be getting back to the
front cabin now.”

David watched the pilot carefully, seeing his
feet walking to the cockpit, watching as the pilot closed the door
to it. David strolled back to his seat again and tried closing his
frustrated eyes, while everyone, especially Jeremy, was looking at
him with shock burnt into their minds.

“Wake me up when we get to Amman,” David
yawned.

Two minutes later, after silence became too
much for all the mystery that lay in their minds, Gabriel tapped
Jeremy on the shoulder and whispered, “Why are we going to this
place anyway? I mean, I want to, because it’s the only thing—for
some reason—I know to do.”

Jeremy stared at David in grand, great,
enormous suspicion and his eyes twitched from him only slightly,
and he kept his stare on him so tightly. Jeremy still stared at
David, and then cracked his own neck, turning it to the side,
feeling a bit of stress release from the crack. His eyes were still
on David, even as two drops of sweat dripped from his forehead,
rolling past his brown eyelashes and into his eyes, allowing a
sting to hit his eyeballs, he kept them opened and on David.

He replied to Gabriel carefully and calmly,
whispering back, “I don’t know for sure. There is so much that I
want answered, Gabriel, like who is ‘Jastian’ that Curtis and
Victor spoke of at Grewsal? Well, for your question, I guess
because we want to be cured…but, I don’t think that’s the real
reason….”

CHAPTER TWELVE

T
he winds of a
time-like melody whistled through the night and onto morning in the
place where Grewsal used to stand, with the only sounds being that
of chirping sparrows singing and frolicking toward the empty
morning of perplexity. Also, the sounds of angry people emerged
through the daylight as they surrounded the lot where Grewsal once
stood, begging that their questions be heard by the man who owned
Grewsal, fighting for their chance to find out what happened to the
building that was supposed to hold hope for the sick.

Uncertainty baked in Jeremy’s mother’s
mentality, standing on the front lawn of Grewsal, as she gawked at
nothing but a great big mound of dirt that was blowing in the
morning wind. It caused the people who stood there to hold
handkerchiefs around their mouths and shield their eyes with their
free hands to protect them from the brackish-like sand that danced
in the air. Tears came out of her eyes, the same weeping that came
out of all the boys’ parents’ eyes as they stood on the front lawn
in heavy bewilderment. Tears that asked one question, consisting of
one word: “Why?” Jeremy’s mother stood next to her husband while
asking that query in her mind, and frantically grasped onto her
husband, wailing over his sand-filled shoulder, yearning to have
Jeremy in her arms again. “Where the hell is my son Jeremy?!” she
asked out loud while Michael and Gabriel’s mother stood next to
her, along with David’s parents. They were all bellowing and
screeching, their voices rising higher and higher toward the owner
of Grewsal. He just stood with confusion at his vacant lot where
Grewsal once stood, not having answers to give or questions to ask.
They had all traveled there after hearing the news of Grewsal’s
disappearance on the television, on the night Grewsal vanished, and
came immediately.

One day had passed since Grewsal disappeared,
and the parents wanted their sons back, along with hundreds of
other people who had their own relatives in Grewsal. Out of all the
patients, the only thing that made Jeremy, Michael, David and
Gabriel special to the disappearance was that they were the only
teenagers who were admitted into Grewsal; the rest were adults.

Lighting up a cigarette, the mother of
Gabriel and Michael shouted, “I want to know right now where my
sons are!”

People with questions were pushing the owner,
and he squeezed out his answer, shrieking, “Listen, we don’t know
exactly where they are, we don’t even know if they were in Grewsal
when it burned down!”