Chris, a boy who lived in bountiful
Utah, was about 5’8” and had ginger hair. He was athletic and fit and had a
funny or bubbly personality about him. He’s a little hot headed at times but
tries his hardest to be a compassionate person.
He never liked school and the fact he was there just seemed to boggle
his mind. All he wanted to do was go
pick up his girlfriend and lie down in bed and sleep with her. However at the
moment, that wasn’t exactly possible.
Chris didn’t want to be at school
and no matter what he did he just didn’t seem to be able to leave it. It was
like he was stuck there and couldn’t’ get out. Whenever he tried to leave it
was like an invisible wall was put there and he couldn’t pass it, he couldn’t
see it but he literally couldn’t pass through it until the bell ended and it
really pissed him. He didn’t know at the
time but his so called boring life was about to change.
The bell rang and Chris walked to
his next class. Psychology, he really liked it but classes get old once they
get towards the end of the year. So grudgingly he walked towards his class. He
got there and there was a substitute. That is strange he thought to himself why
isn’t Mr. jack here?
“Hey Monique,” he asked his
girlfriend. “Why isn’t Mr. Jack here?”
“I don’t know. He’s hasn’t been
here since the last time we came to his class.”
“That’s weird.” Mr. Jack was like a
father to Chris. He didn’t get along with his parents usually. His mom died
when he was just a little baby and when he was 12 his father remarried to a generally
nice woman. Scratch that, Chris hated
her. He thought he was pompous and arrogant and annoying. She was always
getting under his skin about stuff he was supposed to do even if he wasn’t able
to do it she was always saying that life is a choice. You should always be
willing to do whatever it takes to become great. He can see the wisdom in those
words but honestly she was a little eccentric. He tried to get along with her
but he really just couldn’t he missed his mom.
He wanted to have someone he could
relate to. His dad was alright to hang around when he was home. He was the CEO
of this tax and credit company. He sold ideas and did taxes and credit advances
and such. He was never home. He was constantly working long nights or going on
some ridiculous trip. Whether it was for his firm or it was just something for
fun with his step mom.
Chris lost in his thoughts started
to doze off when he started hearing screaming. It was Monique! What was going
on? He thought. Then he looked and saw her being dangled upside down by a huge
black creature with fangs sticking out of mouth. He could smell death in the
air. Wings of smoke and an ax of fire in the free hand, Blood was dripping to
the floor.
“Help me! Someone help me!” Chris
was trying to get up but he couldn’t it was like he was being held down with
two tons of force. All he could do was listen to the pained screams of Monique.
Constantly help! Help! Help! He started
crying he couldn’t bear to watch what was going on The pain and image was too
much.
“To hell with all of you immaculate
bitch’s! The time has come and you pathetic mortals will have your luck
end. Yay the day of your condemnation is
nigh. Prepare for destruction and pain. Prepare for a living hell. The monsters
under your beds will come to life, the voices in your heads will scream and
torcher you, the daemons of old will finally rein down. We come in the dark of
the night. We come to destroy each and every one of you. You will become our
slaves and will finally know you place.” Then he vanished. Just as quickly as
he came he was gone. Monique was laying on the floor bleeding out. Quickly Chris went for the door to try to get
help but it was locked. Chris took off
his shirt and pounded through the glass with the shirt wrapped around his hand
he turned to a kid in the class and said to wrap this tightly around her cuts,
to stop the bleeding. He then jumped out
of the window in the door and went for help.
“Help! Someone come to my class
Monique has been injured and we need someone to help her!”
“Hold on sport.” It was Mr. Jack.
“What’s going on? What happened?”
“Your substitute turned into a
daemon and just about killed Monique! Hurry come this way!
They got to the class room and then
Mr. Jack called the paramedics. Chris
did everything he could do to calm down his girlfriend down, but nothing was
working. All she could do was cry and
twitch and bleed. The paramedics finally got there and took Monique away. Chris
felt so bad that everything happened and he wasn’t able to stop it. He had to do
something, but how could he that daemon thing just vanished into thin air. He
decided to go to the hospital and wait to see Monique.
He got to the hospital and was told
he had to wait. Great he thought that’s exactly what I wanted to hear. However
he did and he just sat there until morning not able to sleep and pacing round
the foyer. The attendance lady got him a couple cups of coffee cause she
figured out he wasn’t going home or going to sleep. Finally one of the doctors
came to him and said he could see her. Relief swept him and wrapped around him
like a warm blanket. Just being able to see her gave him a little bit of
satisfaction.
He walked into the room where she
was getting treated and saw a sight that choked him up. He saw his beautiful
girlfriend in a mangled state. Cuts all around her, burn marks from head to
toe. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Why would anyone or he should say anything do that? They were going to
pay.” What exactly is wrong with her?”
“She’s lost a lot of blood and has
about 50 fractures on her ribs and arms. Her left leg was completely shattered,
and she went into a comma. I’m sorry but she may not be able to come back.”
Through pained chokes and
hesitations he replied, “Thank you.” The doctor then walked away. “I’ll give
you some time young man.”
“ You know she’s dead if it’s just
the doctors taking care of her right?”
Thinking it was the doctor saying
it he flung round and went to punch the arrogant bastard right in the face, but
as he turned bright white light flashed and he was pushed back into the wall.
“You fool! I am an angel and
without me you will not be able to bring her back or stop that daemon from destroying
you and everyone else.”
“Who are you? Why do you want to
help me, and why don’t you just do it yourself if you want this taken care of?”
“I told you I was here to help.
This is your home and whether or not you want to save it and stay alive is your
choice. Assuming that you want this and you want your girlfriend to stay with
you, you should probably listen to me. God created this earth for you. He
created everything for you and your happiness. Now it’s time to show that you
have the gratitude and courage enough to depend it. You do this, in the next
life you will sit as a king. Loved and adorned with glory and riches. However
you must do it with my help and the help of another. You don’t get to pick we
have already chosen another of god’s children to help you he is in San Diego
California. Will you accept this task?”
He thought for a moment, then
another, then another, and yet another. The angel then said he would let him
think about it and walked out the door.
Chris went to Monique’s bedside,
and started talking to her. “Oh Monique, I’m so sorry this happened to you. I
know you probably can’t hear me but I need your help. An angel just visited me
and told me that me and one other kid are going to defeat the thing that hurt
you. They’re going to help us. I don’t know if I can do it though, I need your
opinion. Please give me a sign. Squeeze my hand anything. I don’t know what to
do. The angel said the only way to save you is to do this job. I just don’t
know if I can do it or should do it. Please help me.” Strangely he felt her
squeeze his hand. He couldn’t believe it! Then she turned toward him and said I
love you. Then all of the sudden was
still.
“Our scars remind us that the past
is real. It’s better to feel hurt then nothing at all. Pain is a gift from god.
What you do with it is your choice, some people make noble and honorable
choices but others choose wrongly and have a hard time with it. God will reward
those who choose righteously. Consider this your signing bonus. I know that you
will accept this task now; you are now a warrior of heaven. Congratulations, it
won’t be easy OK? It will not be easy at all, but if you push through it then
it will be worth it. You will meet the other young man who will accompany you
on this journey in Salt Lake City, Utah. When you get there you will meet at a
hotel that I choose for you. I will know when you’re there and I will meet
you.”
“Wait how do I know which hotel to
go to?”
“You’ll know, trust me you’ll
know.” He chuckled and then rose into the ceiling and was gone.
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“ I can’t believe I’m accepting
this. How can I defeat a daemon? This is madness!” Chris kept getting angrier
and angrier about these misshape, but he kept on going. He didn’t really want
to piss off an angel, He wanted to get out of this alive. He went to his house and just wanted to
think.
How could this happen? Why me? Why
now? Questions were forming in his mind as he walked into the door and onto his
bed. He couldn’t think he couldn’t hear
himself clearly the only two thoughts in his head were about the incident at
the school and then the experience at the hospital. He couldn’t even think
about Monique. His thought seemed to be glued on what he was supposed to do and
what he wanted to do. All he wanted to do was move on with his life and wait
for Monique to get better. However there was that little voice inside his head
saying that’s not the right choice and he needs to follow what the angel said.
He finally told himself OK and fell asleep.
When he woke up
the next morning everyone else was still asleep. He wasn’t prepared to wake up
either so he just wanted to go back and lay down. He tried, he really did but
he just couldn’t fall back asleep. Inside
his head he would scream come on you stupid body! Go back to sleep! He couldn’t
though so he decided to get up, he went down stairs and saw a little piece of
paper on the table. Wondering what it was he got up and went to take a look he
picked it up and started reading it.
Dear
Chis,
I hope you slept well. That’s probably
the last lengthy time of sleep you’ll have in a long time. If however you do
choose to go on this “adventure”. After you’re done reading this a plane ticket
will appear on the back your flight will be at 9;03 am SHARP!! Do not be late
or you will miss the flight and your ability to help me and your girlfriend
will be forfeited. I would choose wisely if I were you cause, you don’t want to
choose wrong and risk everything but it is your choice. If you go on this quest
there are blessings of exceeding joy waiting for you I told you this, but it
will be hard and if you cannot do it we will not put you into the situation to
do it. But you’ve been reading this letter right now you’re put it down and
look at the back and see a ticket. I will hope to see you in Salt Lake City,
Utah.
Sincerely,
Your
Guardian angel
Chris
finished reading this and turned it over sure enough there was a ticket on the
back of the letter. Well he thought to himself he might as well get going. He
packed a couple of things and headed out the door. He hadn’t taken two steps
out the door when he heard his father calling for him.
“Chris?”
he asked. “Where are you going?”
Crap
he thought to himself what am I going to do?
“Out
dad, out.”
“Where
are you going?” he asked again.” I know you don’t have that duffel bag full of
stuff just to go to school now right?”
Great
I’m cornered he said to himself. I’ll just have to tell him. He told his dad
that they’d better go inside and sit down. As he went through what happened at
the school and the hospital his dad sat there still, expressionless, for the
whole thing. It was starting to worry Chris and creep him out too. At the end
of the story there was a long pause. Finally Chris couldn’t handle the
suspense. “What are you doing?!” he asked fiercely, “say something! Anything!”
“I
love you son. I want to keep you safe, you’re my boy and part of my family so I
can’t let you go, at least alone.”
“No
dad, you can’t come. It’ll be to dangerous.”
“which
is precisely why I shouldn’t let you go but I am, also how are you going to get
anywhere you aren’t even 18 yet and your mother will be a mess if you’re gone
alone for a couple of days months or especially years. I’ve got money and ways
to contact her and other sources or people if we need it. Let me go.”
As
much as Chris hated to admit hit his dad had a point. He thought it over some
and finally decided to let him come. What could be the harm in it? If anything
he would be an advantage. He would have money, food, transportation, all sorts
of advantages and ability to get things that Chris wouldn’t have. Plus he would
have someone to talk to other than that pretty punk California boy that he was
supposed to meet. He ultimately decided to let him come.
The
drive to the airport was not as fun as he hoped it would be but it was what he
expected. He didn’t expect joy on this trip at all he just wanted to get it
done because honestly he was kind of scared. What if he failed? How could he
look himself in the mirror if he failed? The whole world was resting on his
shoulders; he didn’t have the strength of most of the people in his school let
alone a whole daemon, maybe multiple daemons. His dad noticed his distress
cause after what seemed like an eternity of silence he broke the ice with the
comment: “You don’t look so good is something wrong?”
Chris
thought to himself of course something’s wrong how could I be fine with this?
Does it look like I want to see the world blow up and get destroyed? Thinking
that that wasn’t the best thing to say right now, he just commented “I’m fine.”
“Ok,”
his father said. “if you do need anything just tell me cause I am here for you
no matter what.”
“Thanks.”
The
rest of the trip to salt lake was pretty mellow. No attacks, not a scary thing
to be seen. When he got to salt lake, instead, it was just normal people going
about their business. Chris thought these people lucky. They didn’t have to
worry about all the destruction and corruption he had to worry about, but he
also felt sad. He felt sad cause these people’s lives were unwillingly put into
his hands and don’t even know about. He wanted to scream to the world and shout
everything that happened. He wanted to stand on a table like they do in the
movies and tell the whole story so that they could see what was going on and
maybe he could get some help out of it too! Suddenly he was broke off by his
thoughts.
Screams
were filling the air, darkness was surrounding the airport in which he stood.
Fear crept inside him like a sickness. It torn and shredded inner soul, and
made him feel like he was going to die. A familiar voice came from the
darkness.
“Give
me Chris. Give me the boy and no one gets hurt.” images of Chris were flashing
around the darkness. Then again in a tone that sounded like death itself
continued. “Remember your place mortals. Obey or DIE!”
Fire
burst from the darkness the moment he said this and at a glance Chris could see
the daemon that hurt Monique. Anger followed by a deep cutting blade of fear
froze him in his tracks and he just stared into the center of the darkness and
fire. He watched and everything was being destroyed but nothing in a 3 foot
radius of him was being touched. Fire burned all the shops and explosions were
filling the airport like fireworks. People were incinerated left and right
ending their lives with a scream of a small child lost and alone. Then he saw as his dad running towards him
was lifted off his feet and shot in the back with a flame he clamoured to the
floor like a rag doll and just laid there.
“Dad,”
Chris shouted. “Dad no!”
Finally
he came out from his frozen state and sprinted toward the man he knew was his
father. He looked down fire flailing all around him like an angry snake that
could not touch him. His father’s weary body laid there motionless, then he
looked him in the eyes. Filled with pain and sadness he looked at Chris and
gave him on last comment.
“Remember
who you are and what you have to do. Your mother and I love you so much, please
do what’s right. End this chaos. Make this world something to live for and love
in. I love you.”
“Dad
no!” tears were now streaming down his cheeks he sat there for a moment as the
destruction showed no mercy. He had enough it was time to stand and fight.
He
got up and looked straight in the eyes of the daemon. He could feel his hands
getting warmer and he could see them glowing. He whispered to himself oh hell
yes. He could feel the zing of electricity burning his hands now, and it fueled
his rage. The monster that was locked inside him for so long was now unleashed.
At
one moment lightning and a wave of blue energy shot from his hands and body
like a bomb exploding knocking everything and everyone to the side The fire had
stopped, but the darkness was still there. Chris Glowed Like a thousand
soldiers of heaven. Boldly he walked toward the daemon. The thing tried to
stand up but Chris just shot more lightning at him and knocked him down. He now
stood over the daemon, he looked the monster right in his red eyes The fear had
left him and now he could see it in the eyes of the daemon. It was powerless.
“You
think we’re the powerless ones? You think that we’re the ones that deserved to
be whipped off the face of the earth? You no longer are needed to support your
cause, you nearly killed my girlfriend and you murdered my father in cold
blood.”
Rage
filled his heart and he took a fist full of lightning and struck the daemon
over and over again he did this until he could smell the burnt flesh of this
monster. He then raised both hands into the air, a ball of blue energy form,
spinning in his hands faster and faster, getting stronger and stronger. Then he
threw it down onto the daemon and with a mighty boom killed the monster. It lay
motionless and lifeless. As the dead body faded into thin air he started to
feel dizzy and anguished. A strong feeling of being tired came over him and he
fell back and through blurred images saw two figures running toward him one was
just some kid and the other he could tell by the bright light was the angel
that had visited him, but before he could see them completely his
unconsciousness took over and everything was once again black.
Once
Chris woke up he found himself sitting in a hotel bedroom. He had so many
questions to ask. What the heck happened? How in the name of masculine Moses
did lightning and electricity come from his body? The angel must have read his
mind cause he came over and told him all about it.
“You
have been given a special power. Your buddy Jake has been given the power of
invisibility and speed. When nothing could hit you and you were shooting
lightning? That’s when your powers kicked in. The daemon had flipped the
trigger or switch and had unlocked the powers. To be completely honest with you
every single human can make a daemon powerless if they just show courage and
boldness like you did, now that on top of your powers made the daemon stand not
even a small chance against you.”
“If
every human can overpower a daemon why did my dad die?”
“Your
father died because he was scared and got a very fatal injury.” The voice came
from Jake this time.
Jake
was a tall kid about 6 feet and he was your classic Cali boy. Blond, tan and
good muscle tone and a very masculine voice. It was ridiculously annoying how
good looking this guy was.
“How
do you know he was afraid?”
“Well
any human with any sense is going to run away from something like a daemon
there are too many horrific stories about what they can and will do to someone.
It’s unfortunate that he died but that’s why he died and before you get angry
with me know that it’s better to take it out on them then on someone who can be
a good companion.”
“Jake’s
right, you should focus on who your friends and enemies are so we can see to it
that your father won’t die in vain, and I promise you this Chris, you will see
him again.”
Unsatisfied
with the answer he came to the conclusion that they were right about one thing.
That was to focus on who the enemies were and not let his father die in vain.
He took a deep breath and said OK.
“Here,
drink this. It will help you regain your strength. You expelled a lot of
energy, but that’s OK you’ll get stronger and more efficient with your energy. we'll just have to train you and work with you but for now," Chris was just finishing up the cup. " you should probably just get some more rest we don't travel today, so you should recover fully before we continue we're traveling to greece tomorrow."
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Chris woke up the next day to find
that all the beds were made all the luggage was out of the hotel and not a soul
was in site. Well the one other soul and the angel that were supposed to be in
site were not to be seen at least. He thought nothing of it however. He was
just wanting more sleep it was so comforting and nothing was impossible.
Everything usually went his way, but if not he just rewound it and made it go
his way. Sleep was good maybe he would just go back.
As
he was thinking this he all of the sudden had the covers ripped off him and
with a cheery GET UP! From his good old angel friend, he grudgingly got up.
“Sleep
is good for you but nothing is good for you unless you use moderation.”
“Will
you stop with all the bible verses? You know after a while you get tired of
it.”
“After
a while of what?...”
“Dealing
with all this bible and church stuff! Dealing with all the daemons and angel
and death and bible quotes don’t you get tired of it after a while?”
“Well
I could say the same about you, personally I can get very ‘ticked off’ at you
humans. There are sometimes such simple ways to do things or to just simply
have faith in what your god has in mind for you, but instead you whine and
gripe and groan. Why this, why that, how come this, this is so stupid god. It
really, you could say, rubs us raw when we see that and we can’t do anything
because of our love and care for you.”
Chris
really didn’t like this angel. He was kind of a moron sometimes, he really knew
how to get under Chris’s skin and make him look like a fool at times. Finally
he wanted the truth out of this guy.
“What’s
your name? What’s your story? Why are you doing this for me and jake? Why are
you here specifically? I’m not moving until you tell me.”
“Ok
bye.” And he walked out the door.
Well
he wasn’t about to just sit there with daemons head hunting him so he yelled
after the angel, “hey wait for me!” and
followed him out the hotel.
When
he got outside the hotel He was surprised to see a gleaming charcoal black Lamborghini
Aventador. It had red spinners on the wheels and a big red Los Angeles Angels
logo painted diagonally on the hood of the car.
Chris looked up in astonishment and smiled at the angel.
“Sorry
if you don’t like the logo, naturally I am an angels fan. It’s kind of funny.”
Chris
laughed and said “ I don’t care much for the angels I’m a pirates fan but sick
car! How’d you manage to get a car like this in Salt Lake?”
“I’m
an angel remember? Being one comes with certain privileges. Now you said you
wanted me to tell you all this stuff? Well come in and I’ll tell my story.”
Hurriedly
Chris hopped into the back seat of the vehicle and and buckled up, waiting for
the angel to begin.
“Ok
probably this first thing you should know is my name. My name is Enon. I was
once a human just like you, but that was a very, very, very long time ago. If you
count in human years I am about 5,432 years old. I’ve been an angel for five
thousand of those. I lived in America and oh how it’s been changed. It used to
have wondrous forests and beast roaming all over. You could see the starts
glistening in the sky, now it seems like you arrogant people made mother earth
cry the stars out of the sky and put them on the front of these cars. The beautiful
lakes and streams weren’t polluted with garbage and litter. We didn’t have to
have signs on our pools warning us about radioactive waste or chemical waste
that would turn us green. I was born in the area that would be known as Portland
Oregon, but back then we called it a much different name. I grew up with a father
that was always going to war with other tribes. We didn’t have much. We didn’t
need much but we had to defend what we had. When I was 17 my father passed away
in battle, at 20 I enlisted in our version of the army and got skilled in
fighting with a spear and broad sword. I moved my way up the ranks and
eventually became captain. I lead mission after mission success after success. Then
all the sudden it was like I forgot how to do my job. I was given my assignment
and told to finish them off but once we landed, it turned into a disaster.”
“Why
what happened?” Jake asked.
“I
don’t want to talk about.”
“No way, you said you were going to tell us. Now spill.”
“No way, you said you were going to tell us. Now spill.”
Chris
looked at Jake and thought to himself geez asshole cut the guy some slack.
Enon
just looked at Jake and agreed with you saying he was right so he continued with
the story.
“It
was dark and we were ordered to infiltrate the enemy’s camp and restrain every single
soldier and arrest the commander. It was an easy mission and simple commands. However
when we got into the camp no one was there I looked around and saw hundreds of
little shadows encircling us. I shouted to the men that we were surrounded and
to attack but they came on us like a pack of rabid wolves. My army and friends
were slaughtered. I and some others found a way to escape the attack but they
hunted us down. Picked us off one by one. A Couple of guys committed suicide
and others were driven crazy never to be heard from again. I and my second in
command who was my best friend were the only ones left. He offered to sacrifice
himself to save me so I could make a run for the ocean, but I wouldn’t have it.
I couldn’t just leave him there. So when they attacked we fought together. We fought
mightily, cutting down our foes like they were weeds. But then my friend took a
dagger to the chest and fell to the floor. Enraged, I let my emotions take over.
I had a power to just like you two; I could turn whatever I was holding into a
bright white flame. My sword that I was holding did that and I slaughtered
every single person there with what I felt like was in cold blood. I had lost all my friends and eventually I found
out my family and now I felt like I just murdered. I felt like I was condemned.
I then just lived in the forest for the rest of my life cursing myself and
crying my days out. I lived my life in hopelessness after that and once I died.
It was like I was set free. I got to
being judged and remarkably I was forgiven but on one condition. I was to aid
our cause in this war we are fighting right now. I was to help a select couple
of kids to defeat these daemons we’re preparing to face now. I accepted and was
made into an angel, well I’m half angel. Cause as you can see I’m not in the heavenly
hosts yet. I don’t glow all the time or anything like that, just at moments.”
Chris
and Jake just starred at Enon In amazement. They were astonished and happy but
sad and confused. Emotions of all sorts were circling through their bodies, churning
their minds like butter. Finally in unison Chris and Jake exclaimed a slow, “Dang.”
They couldn’t say anything. They didn’t know what to say, right in front of
them stood a magnificent warrior and now friend. They were awe struck and
bewildered. Finally they were snapped out of their trance and arrived at the
airport to go to Greece.
Jake
was starting to be sluggish and he seemed a little tired. Chris couldn’t really
blame him, Enon had parked the car the furthest away possible from where they
were supposed to leave for the flight. He or Jake couldn’t figure out why he
had done that or what he was thinking. The walk just to the doors of the
airport seemed to drag on and on and on. It must have taken them a good ten
minutes to walk to the airport entrance. The walk seemed to take an eternity
then to make things better Jake started whining about food.
“Enon
I am hungry, can I have food?” Jake said in the most annoying voice he could
seem to manage. “Please Enon, I’m starving.”
Over
and over this guy would complain and every time Enon acted like he didn’t hear
him eventually Chris had enough of the guys crying. He was thinking to himself
throughout this whole incident for an attractive California kid he was sure a
whining piece of crap. He couldn’t take it anymore. He finally blurted out
“Jake, you have really got to shut up!”
Finally
Enon decided to act like he was hearing all this. Seeing Chris and Jake
starting to get mad at each other he intervened.
“Hey
guys cut it out come on, I nor anybody else needs to hear your griping and
complaining.”
Chris
glared at Jake and once Enon turned around Chris slugged Jake in the side of
his ribs. Wheezing Jake kept following this time in silence and Chris was
smiling. He laughed to himself. He was thinking he was pretty hilarious, he
didn’t care what other people thought at the moment, and he was entertained.
Finally they arrived at the boarding dock and boarded onto the plane. The seats
weren’t too uncomfortable they weren’t first class but they weren’t back of the
bus worthy. They were decent seats with decent people and food coming in and
out of their area every now and then. The Plane ride seemed to drag on up until
they had almost gotten to Greece. Enon and Jake were both asleep and Chris was
trying but he couldn’t suddenly a storm hit. Why were they flying in the middle
of a storm? Chris wondered to himself.
The
seatbelt sign ignited across his area. It was probably the best idea
considering his circumstances. He woke the others up to show them what was
going on. Enon jumped up in his seat and started eying the window. Something
wasn’t right, the storm was getting stronger now and wind started picking up,
suddenly lightning flashed and the lights on the plane started to flicker. Then
the lights went dark and a small red glow was lighting up the plane. Dark
shadows were flickering throughout the plane, a feeling of fear was overcoming
each and every human on that plane, a wicked laughter filled every soul’s ears.
Pain shot through Chris and Jake like Knives twisting and turning inside them.
The world started spinning and images when they weren’t moving were blurred.
White flashes of light that came every time a burst of horrid anguish cam, blinding
them from what was going on Chris fainted. The last thing he saw was the blood
of his companion, Jake coming out of his eyes like tears from a hysterical mom.
Jake just sat there and bled, and then Chris’s world went black.
Chris
woke up and then started looking at his surroundings trying to take in his
surroundings and what was going on, or what even just happened. Still buckled
in his seat he undid the buckle and got up. The plane had wrecked on an
abandoned beach. Every person was skewered or smashed or a bloody mess. There
was no white or color. It was blood, hurt, fear, and death that covered the
plane and beach. Chris decided to get up and look for Enon.
Enon
was sitting on a rock, looking down at the sand. Noticing Chris, he stood up
and walked toward him. “Where’s Jake?” Chris asked.
“There
are some things better left unseen by the naked eye.”
“No,
show me. He was a good companion, at least to a certain degree. He deserves
someone to say goodbye.”
Reluctantly
Enon lead him to jakes dead limp body and Chris just about threw up. Jake eyes
were now bloodied holes in his face. One side of him body was charcoaled and
still bleeding slowly. Holes throughout his body were there indicating where
the wreckage had stabbed him. His mouth was hanging open like he was still
screaming. His teeth, like everything
else it seemed like was stained red.
“I
could only save one of you. I tried my hardest, I really did. After I put out
the fire that was burning Jake he screamed at me to go and take care of you. He
told me to tell you if he didn’t make it he was sorry for whining at the
airport. When I came back from making sure you were alright and taking care of you
he was already dead.”
Chris
couldn’t help it. Tears like a waterfall of depression was coming from his
eyes, he couldn’t believe everything that was happening. His girlfriend, his
father, Jake, who was going to be next? Was it going to be his mom? Perhaps it
would turn out to be his cousin? He didn’t know. All the feelings of
hopelessness were coming out all at once and he couldn’t control it. He dropped
to his knees.
“God,
if you’re out there please take away my pain. I can’t handle this! Kill me!” He
was screaming at the sky, tears still pouring out of his face. “God please… I
can’t do this…. Please.”
“Chris,
stand up.” Enon said. “This is exactly what I was like when I lost everybody. I
however wasn’t strong and I destroyed my life. You need to be strong and stand
up and show that you’re a man.”
“How
can I I’m losing everything! People are getting hurt and dying around me! I
can’t handle this! I’m treated like dirt sometimes and made fun of a lot at
home, out here everybody dies! I mean there’s no way out of the hell I’m in! ”
Enon
just stared at him for a moment. Then he said in a calm comforting voice,”
Chris, There are a couple of poems I want to share with you that were written
in your life time. Do you mind if I do?”
“Go
for it.”
“There
are three the first one is called The Road is to rough, by Olga J Weiss. The
road is too rough, I said, Dear Lord; there are stones that hurt me so. And He
said, Dear child, I understand, I walked it long ago. But there’s a cool green
path, I said; Let me walk there for a time. No child, He gently answered me; the
green path does not climb. My burden, I said, is far too great, how can I bear
it so? My child, He said, I remember the weight; I carried my cross, you know.
But I said, I wish there were friends with me who would make my way their own.
Oh, yes, He said, Gethsemane was hard to bear alone. And so I climb the stony
path, Content at last to know that where my Master had not gone, I would not
need to go. And strangely then I found new friends, The burden grew less sore; And
I remember—long ago, He went that way before.”
He
continued on, “The next one is called Invictus. This one is by William Earnest
Henley. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I
thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of
circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but
the Horror of the shade, and yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find,
me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments
the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.”
Chris
sat there pondering and thinking about all this. He didn’t know if he was ok
with it but he might be able to bare it a little more. He listened to the last
poem that Enon said.
“This
last one is one that you’ll eventually write. The author is you and I shouldn’t
really let you hear it before you think of it but considering the circumstances
I think I can make an exception to the rule. This one is called I’m Not Gonna
Bow. The things you hear, the things you believe, the poison you control that I
cannot conceive, your condemning crown, my titanium soul, you try to tame the
animal you simply cannot control. The whistle is blown it’s a fight to the dogs
and as the minutes tick down it becomes a brawl in a delusional fog. You beat
me down time and time again and you make me feel like I can’t be strong within.
It’s like a fight for my world; it’s like a service for my pride. I get back
up….. I come for more with my pain in disguise. We fight, we bleed we break
each other’s will to be free, but I stand tall unbreakable and unbowed. Though
my blood and tears surround me like deaths personal shroud. I’m not gonna bow
I’m not gonna break I will be the one to show you…. I am not a fake. I may come
and stumble but like a mountain I will no longer fall. I am the animal. I am
the champion, and though you hurt me you’ll be the one to crawl.”
Chris
looked up at the angel, a single tear dripped out of his right eye.
“You
can’t give up Chris. I may be an angel but I can’t do this alone. I don’t know
why God chose you or me or why others had to die or get hurt. But we can’t give
up! You can’t give up! “
Chris
sat there and pondered on the words Enon had said it was starting to get dark
and the beach was starting to get colder. A cool breeze added to the cold
darkening beach, the tears from Chris had slowed down and now he was just
thinking. Why did he have to go through all of this? He came to the conclusion
that he might never know. Enon stood above him and reached out his hand to help
Chris get up. “Come on Chris, get up.” Chris whipped away the the tears and got
up. Enon was right because what doesn’t kill makes you stronger. And he wasn’t
going to die. He had to do it for everyone who has gotten hurt. For Jake, for
his father, for Monique, for the people who died in the plane crash for
everyone. Chris got up and took the angels hand.
“Let’s
go.” Chris said.
“That’s
more like it.” Enon said with a smile. They gave each other a hug and for the
first time since this whole fiasco had started, Chris felt like he had someone who
cared about him and somehow could give him hope.
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A
rescue team was sent to get them. When the plane was crashing The airport immediately
sent a team out to see if they couldn’t find the missing aircraft and
eventually they found the wreckage. Chris and Enon were asked loads of
questions. What happened, who was there, police stuff. Eventually the crash was
just labeled as a malfunction which made Chris kind of mad, but he decided to
just let it slide.
This
is too much Drama he would think to himself. After this is done I need a
vacation. All of this was a lot to take in and He didn’t really want to take it
in. He sat and just tried to sleep for a moment once he was boarded on the
rescue plane.
