The Wrath of Jeremy (40 page)

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 Dead 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!”