Chapter 4: The DateA Chapter by LadyKarma“What can I say? Apathy is my specialty.”Chapter 4: The Date “So?”
Layali looked at me. “Where is he?” “Who?” we
were back in the van. “You s**t,
the Cambion? You called and said you
found him,” she flicked my head. “Yeah, I
did find him.” “Where the
f**k is he then?” she looked around. “Oh, well
we’re meeting up tomorrow. We’re going to talk more then. Relax,” I told her. “What
the…you think this is a joke, Roman?” Layali sat up straight, reminding me of
her extreme height and tallness. “What’s
wrong?” I leaned away from her. “What did I do?” “I cannot
believe such a dumbass is the Savior,” she threw her face into her hands. “You
do realize the sooner you get done with all these missions and journeys, the
better, right? And also the quicker you get together your followers the
better.” “Why? Since
when did this turn into a race?” I was so confused. Why was Layali in such a
rush for something that wasn’t even her responsibility? Layali
started up the van and slowly pulled out onto the road silently. Finally she
spoke up, “I’m sorry it’s just… I’ve heard things.” “I was
thinking about how… well you know how there were Saviors before you that all
failed? And that if you do fail, then another Savior will be born?” “Yeah, and
what of it?” “Well, what
if that isn’t truthfully the case? What if Saviors aren’t born one at a time?
What if there is more than one living at a time?” she looked over at me as we
slowed to a red light. “In the end, there is only one Savior who can
successfully receive all the blessings. So if this is true, you could be racing
against a whole lot of other people trying to do the same as you. And you’ve
only started and they could very well be extremely ahead of you.” I took a
minute to think about this. “I don’t like thinking like this. How can we be
sure that I’m not the only one right now?” “I don’t
know. I mean, it’s just a theory but it’s a huge world and Nevada is such a
small place in compare to it. I mean, what good is one Savior at a time anyway?
If he or she takes too long to fulfill his or her duties? Wouldn’t it be handy
for the Archdemons and Archangels to have made multiple Saviors at any given
time to ensure the mission is fulfilled?” “You’re
making me really miserable, Layali. I hope you realize that,” I slouched back
in my seat, pressing my head against the headrest. “Either way, I’m going to do
this my way. If I’m going to make ‘followers’ I need to take the time to get
them to trust me and for me to be sure enough to trust them back.” I was
talking more to reassure myself than for Layali to hear. “Besides, Lee really
seems like he just needs someone to talk to"” “Lee?” Layali smirked. “What? Oh,
Achilles, I mean. The Cambion guy.” “It was
your first night together and you are already on nickname basis?” She grinned
over at me. A streetlight streaked by her face and flashed her white teeth. “You know
what, Layali?” I clicked my tongue. “Shut up.” “So what
was this Achilles kid like? His files say he’s barely sixteen so what’s he
doing in a place like that?” I roughly
told her of everything that happened on my way of trying to meet him. From
getting hit on at the bar, dragged to the van, saved by drag queens, and nursed
back to health by the very person I was looking for. “Oh my god,
are you alright?” she sounded purely, genuinely worried. “No, I’m
dead in an alleyway somewhere,” I sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thank God for those
queens.” “Drag
queens really are the best, aren’t they?” she seemed to be talking to herself
like she and cross dressing men go way back. “You owe them.” “I know
that’s what I said but Barry" the head guy" said not to sweat it. But I’m going
to get them something. I don’t know what. But I’ll ask Achilles I guess
tomorrow.” I put my hands out in front of me. The seemed to have healed already
since the bandages I changed at the church the second time we were there" after
seeing Asmodeus" still looked fresh and I didn’t really feel any bleeding. “Roman’s
first big date! I’m so excited,” she teased. She then looked over to me, “How
are your hands?” “Fine,” I
put them back down in my lap. “Well, they stopped bleeding anyway.” “Why don’t
you unwrap them? Give them some air.” “Because
they’re ugly and gross,” I rolled my eyes. “They’re scarred like crazy and
it’ll never change. It’s like having a bad, highly noticeable tattoo. Except it
physically hurts all the time too, not just when I first got them.” “Don’t go
and be all depressing on me now,” Layali’s voice lightened. “Come on, now.
You’re just getting on to a good start. We’ve" you’ve done everything you
needed to so far in one day.” I was
tired. I stretched my arms over my head and reclined the van seat back more so
I could get a nap. I loved sleeping in cars. Just something so innocent and
comforting about it. Watching the headlights of passing by cars going the
opposite way, viewing all the colorful club and restaurant and hotel signs like
none of it really affected me. The van must’ve been soundproof or something too
because the only noise was the soft humming of the warm engine and some rock
song Layali was playing quietly on the radio. “How are
you going to tell your mom all of this?” Layali asked with more curiosity then
worry. “What if I
just don’t? How bad would that be?” I really didn’t need any more things to get
my mother worried about me. “Pretty
bad. But then again, what do I know about parents?” her voice was harsh but
still small somehow. “Mine hate me.” “Is that
why Darius is all grumpy about you?” “Don’t get
me wrong, I’m Muslim and proud. I don’t mind wearing a hijab and covering up
and believing Allah. I could go either way really" dressing the way I do now or
like I did before, that is. It’s just, I don’t know. You probably don’t care.” “Go ahead,
you can rant,” I shrugged. “Get it off your chest. I’ll listen.” “It’s just
all ridiculous, you know? How people would think Allah or God or whatever would
encourage absolute hatred on people just because they’re ‘different’ or
something. Like, one day I came home to introduce my first girlfriend at the
time to my parents and they freaked.
It wasn’t like we did anything either. I was like, fourteen. I thought they’d
like to meet her" she was also Muslim, the same Sunni type and everything. But
I was completely shunned by them for like the rest of the year. Then, I don’t
know what I was thinking, but later I came to introduce them to a boyfriend I
had that I really liked. But once again they freaked when they found out that
he was a Christian Methodist and
lived with his single, never married, mother. I just grew tired of them telling
me I was incapable of making them proud and they sucked Darius right there with
them. I stopped covering up more in a protest to them rather than for any
purpose of disrespect to Allah. I got out of there as soon as I graduated high
school. I just wanted to show them that whether I wore a hijab or not, I was
the same person. Whether I was dating a girl or guy, it was still me. You
know?” I had
absent mindedly unwrapped my hands as I listened to her. “‘You were born into a
family that doesn’t always appreciate you, but one day things are going to be
very different.’” “Did you
just quote Home Alone at me?” “Matilda,”
I corrected with a smile. “I may be the worst Savior yet but I know movies like
nobody else.” At this she
laughed and it made me feel better. I told her to drive me back to Superior but
when I woke up from a nap I didn’t even realize I got into she was asking me
for my address and directions to my house. I reluctantly told her, since I was
just too tired to fight back, and she took me home. I went to
open the door to leave but Layali caught my wrist. I shivered. It was weird
having my hands exposed and touched by someone else. “Thank you, Roman.” “For what?” “For… I
don’t know. Just thank you. And just be careful, okay?” Layali’s dark eyes were
full of genuine concern and worry and kindness. “Okay?” “I know,” I
nodded. “And,” she
loosened her grip on my hand. The interior car lights had turned on since I had
the door open so she could easily see my scarred and ugly wrists and hands.
“You’re hands are beautiful, Roman.” “Thanks,
Layali,” I shrugged. I would beg to differ. The scars were still fresh. They
looked dark red, spanning from across the inside of my palms to the outside,
reaching as far as to just before my inner elbow. “See you later.” Layali
nodded kindly and I hopped out of the car. “Text me during your date with
Achilles and let me know what’s going on.” “It’s not a date..!” She sped off right
away, blasting some song I’m sure Jazz new the name of but I had no idea what
it could’ve been. I made my way to my house. “Is that a
new backpack?” my mom questioned me with a billion things as soon as I entered.
I just told her the bag was an old one that I left at Jazz’s house a while back
and she had just given it back to me. “Fine,” she said, like she openly knew
that I was probably lying but she was too tired and not in the mood to argue
with me. “I’m going
to bed,” I was just glad that she hadn’t noticed the giant church van that had
driven me here. “Goodnight.” She grunted
in response, watching Fox News or something. There was coverage of a news story
about a robbery that had happened and flashing pictures of the devastated
family who were saying that everything happens for a reason and that everyone
in their family was okay so the robber was unsuccessful in truly robbing them
of anything. I shook my
head. *** School suddenly seemed the least of my worries as the day
went through. I was too
preoccupied on thinking how I could possibly convince not only Achilles but
future followers to be my “followers” than remembering to do my math homework
during homeroom. What does that even mean? To have followers? I was
contemplating on what I would have to do to earn and gain blessings of not only
Gabriel’s blessing, but the other angels as well. What promise could I possibly
make to an angel? I was overly worried
about trying to figure out the location of Gabriel than to focus on writing my
English essay on “Prioress’ Tale” in the Canterbury
Tales. Up high could be f*****g anywhere! “How was
the essay?” Darius turned to me as the bell rang, ending English, our last
class of the day. He was back to his smiley old self. “What
essay?” He threw
his head back in laughter. I went to
the parking lot as usual to find Jazz’s truck while Darius talked at me about who
knows what. We all slid inside her car once more, but this time I sat in the
middle so Darius didn’t disturb Jazz’s driving this time with his huge a*s feet
and backpack. That was
when my phone buzzed. “I didn’t
text you,” Jazz looked over at my phone as I checked it. “What?” “The
contact says ‘Angel’ but I didn’t text you,” she was trying to hold back a
smile, I could tell, as she made the lame a*s joke. She flicked her eyebrows up
quickly, though. I had to
bite my tongue to keep from giving her the satisfaction of laughing. Suddenly
my phone buzzed again but this time it kept going. He was calling me. “I have to
take this,” I said before sliding on top of Darius so I could quickly get out
of the car. “Yeah?” I said into the phone. “I’m here!” Lee sounded too up beat. “What do
you mean, you’re here?” “Well, I’m looking
right at you. You better not leave with your girlfriend because today you’ve
got a date with me.” I don’t
know how I didn’t see the old fashioned light blue mini cooper blasting an old
RuPaul song before but I certainly did now, especially as a blonde kid in denim
shorts and a bright orange knit poncho opened the door of the little car and
stepped out onto the sidewalk, waving a long hand at me. “How did
you… you know where I go to school?” “You were
wearing a shirt with your school name on it yesterday,” his voice was deep. “That’s
kind of stalkerish.” “Hey,
you’re the one who wants to ‘hang out,’” he reminded before abruptly hanging
up. I took a
deep breath and knocked on the window of Jazz’s driver seat and she rolled the
glass down. “I have some bad news, Jazz.” “Looks like
you have some other girlfriend to
deal with,” she obviously took notice of Achilles, who was now out of his car
and leaning on it, watching me. “Okay, um,
firstly, that’s a dude. And secondly… girlfriend?” Jazz seemed
to have realized what she just said but chose to ignore it. “That’s a guy? No
way. How is that a guy? Look at her, the way she’s walking over here. That’s a
girl, Roman, sorry to break it to you.” “No, it’s
Achilles" he’s walking over here?” I flipped around and sure enough he was
practically already right there behind me. “What are
you doing? Did you not remember?” he crossed his pale arms. I hadn’t realized
exactly how pale he was until now, seeing him in broad daylight. His skin was
like paper and his hair was like platinum, the only color in him being his pink
lips and blue eyes and his orange poncho. Actually,
he sort of looked like…Ariel. Besides the
poncho and shorts. “And this
is…?” Jazz looked like she was going to burst into laughter at the sight of
Lee. “This is
Achilles Weaver,” I introduced with a sigh. “Wait,
wait, wait,” Jazz pointed at him. “This is the kid of Asmodeus? This is the guy
you have to be careful of because he might be a total threat to humanity? Or,
at least that was how Ariel worded it,” she shrugged. “Oh I’m a
threat alright,” Lee stepped forward. “They said I couldn’t pull off this
oversized shawl because it would just make me look shorter. But look at me go,”
he did a twirl and the tassels and fringes at the end of the knitwear twirled
along with him. Jazz gave
me a look. “I have to
go with him for a little while, okay? We can meet up at Game Stop or something
if you want. I just really have to do this.” Jazz
motioned with her finger for me to come closer. When I did, she reached out her
hand and I realized that she was pulling me in to kiss her. I did but I felt
really self-conscious and uncomfortable that Darius and especially Achilles
were watching. Finally, we pulled away from each other. Jazz ruffled my hair with
her small hand before driving away. “Come on,
you little f**k,” Lee grabbed my arm and led me over to his car. “Why does
everyone call me that?” “Because
that’s what you are.” We took our seats inside the little thing and headed out.
“Where do you want to go? Any good pizza places by here?” “Yeah,” I
gave him directions to it. It was about ten minutes away or so. It was
weird seeing Lee drive. I don’t know why, it was just strange seeing him doing
something as normal as driving when he seemed so, well, not normal. He turned
down the radio as we came to a red light. “So that
glasses girl…?” he said slowly. “Jazz,” I
told him. “Is she
like, your girlfriend?” I
hesitated. Was she? I had no idea what the hell Jazz and I turned into within
the span of just one weekend. I mean we both liked kissing each other" I certainly had no issue with that aspect"
but it was just kind of awkward whenever one of us mentioned something about
being a couple. “I’m not
really sure,” I admitted. “I mean, I hate to be that person but… it’s complicated.” “I totally
get it,” he nodded, putting on a giant pair of sunglasses. The clouds must’ve
cleared overhead because sun suddenly filled the car with light. “I mean,
we’ve been friends for so long and I was okay with it like that. But at the
same time, I’d wondered for the longest time what it would be like if we were
together. And now that we sort of are, I don’t know. It just feels a little
different from when we were friends and I don’t really like that. It’s like we
now have to put on an act for each other or something. It feels weird, is what
I guess I’m saying.” “It’s okay
to be confused, Roman,” he touched my arm gently. “I really
am,” I laughed plainly, taking a moment to realize that he was talking about
something a lot different than what I was talking about. “But, uh, anyway,” I
cleared my throat. “Take the next right and it’ll be right there.” “Yup, yup,”
he did as I said and we pulled into the nearly empty parking lot. It was kind
of too late for lunch but too early for dinner so it wasn’t that surprising
that the restaurant was pretty empty when we walked in. I led Lee to the
cashier with me and ordered our food. “One large
pie. Toppings?” the cashier asked. “Half
everything and half…” I looked to Lee. “I do love
me a top,” he winked and ordered peperoni for his half. The
cashier, now turning slightly red, told me the price and I handed my twenty. He
quickly gave back some change and ran off to the back and into the kitchen. We got my
favorite table which was right by a huge window so I could watch the cars pass
by. “That
cashier was so flustered,” Lee snorted. “Real cute.” “Maybe it’s
because you made him uncomfortable.” “Maybe. Do
I make you uncomfortable?” he was
playing with his napkin, ripping it into a perfect square shape. “No, not
really. You just make me self-conscious.” “Really?”
he looked at me, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Why?” “Because I
could never pull off a poncho like that.” “You
might,” he laughed. The knit thing really was huge on him. It came off his
shoulders on both sides, revealing the black straps of the thin shirt that he
wore underneath it. “You never know until you try, as I always say.” “Yeah, I’m
gonna have to disagree with that. Like, I’ve never tried wearing that poncho
but I know it’s never going to work
on me.” Lee broke
out laughing and as he did, I noticed him eyeing my scarred hands with concern
so I pulled them off the table and into my lap. Or at least I meant to but Lee
was too fast and caught my left one by the wrist before I could bring it back.
“How did you get these?” his eyes shone. “I don’t
want to talk about it…” I looked away from him and he let go. “Sorry,”
Lee said distractedly, like he was not sorry and still wanted to very much know
about them. I heaved a
sigh, “Have you heard of stigmata?” “The wounds
of Jesus that he got from his crucifixion and suffering?” he tilted his head to
the side slightly. “Or the movie.” “The
former,” I raised my brows, impressed. “I sort of get those wounds. I’m not
exactly sure as to why but the others seem to have recognized me as the Savior
because of them.” The cashier
also seemed to be out waiter for he came over and dropped our pizza pie on our
table and then left hurriedly. “That’s
sort of a religious thing, though, no?” He stuck a peperoni in his mouth. “And
what you are has nothing to do with religion.” “I don’t
know about that, I mean it must have something to do with it.” Lee seemed
to take this all into consideration, peeling more peperoni off his pizza slice
and plopping them into his mouth. “The whole
point of ordering pepperoni on pizza is so you can have a pizza with peperoni on it.” “I don’t
tell you how to live your life,” Lee snapped but I could tell he was joking
because he had to laugh afterwards. “Everybody
else seems to,” I took a bite of my every topping slice. “Does Roman
not like being told what to do?” Lee leaned on his hand forward, pursing his
lips. I mocked
him, doing the same thing, “Does Achilles not know that he has a giant glob of
tomato sauce on his mouth?” I broke out in laughter as he scrambled furiously
for a napkin and rubbed the big red glob off his bottom lip. “Do you usually
dress like that?” I blurted. “Like
what?” he tugged on the hem of his poncho thing and rubbed his bare, pale
shoulders with the only fabric being the thing black strips of his under shirt.
He brushed his hair behind his ear like I made him himself conscious. I don’t
for what reason he’d be self- conscious around me; why would I make anyone nervous? It was just that
I remembered last seeing him in sweats so it was surprising to see him dressed
up. “Never
mind,” I regretted I said anything. “Why do you
always dress like that?” he pointed
at me. “Because
this is how every suburban upper middle class teenager dresses,” I scratched my
arms. It was weird having my arms exposed and not wearing a sweatshirt or any
type of long sleeves. “And this
is how every pretty boy with mommy issues dresses,” he shrugged. “Mommy
issues?” “Why do you
think I’m on my own?” he finally went in to take a bite of his actual pizza
slice instead of just the meat on top. “Please, if I could have chosen, I’d be
back home. And…” he looked away from me, his face reddening slightly, “…I’ve
done some things"a lot of things actually"that I regret in the past because of
running away.” “The past
is the past,” I assured him. He looked
back at me slowly. “That past is the past,” he took a clip that must’ve been in
his pocket or something and clipped a strip of curly hair to the side and out
of his face. “Yeah, it’s
not fair to make judgments from someone else’s past,” I sat back in my chair.
“I mean, people can change and the past suddenly isn’t relevant. Plus, it’s
none of my or anybody else’s business.” Lee smiled
and his sharp hollow cheeks rounded off. “I wish there were more people like
you, Roman.” It was my
turn to blush. I got that lump in my throat that I usually get when something
unbelievable hits me all at once or like when I’m at the very tip of a
rollercoaster’s highest point and that millisecond of regret hits right before
you drop straight down. Or like when you do a somersault in the pool in slow
motion and your stomach drops and when you come out of the water your vision is
fuzzy. Or like when you’re little and you spin in a circle and tilt your head
to the side and you get that high feeling. Or" “What do
you mean? Why?” I swallowed hard. He looked
confused, like he wasn’t sure why I was so taken aback by his compliment.
“Well, for instance, back at the club"we’re like a family, don’t get me wrong.
We’ve told some of our worst stories to each other but we still act
respectfully to each other. But the judgment is still there. You can feel it by the way they can’t look at you in
the eye or when they don’t want to borrow your wigs or let you do their makeup.
But you, Roman Becker, really just genuinely don’t care.” “What can I
say? Apathy is my specialty.” Lee gave a
small laugh. “But seriously, the world would be such a better place if there
were more people like you in it.” What the
f**k am I supposed to say to that? Thank you?
I tried to change the topic as “Somebody to Love” came on to the
restaurant’s overhead radio, “Oh, I love this song.” “Naw, suburban
upper middle class boy likes Queen? Never would’ve guessed,” he shook his head
sarcastically. “Shut up,”
I kicked his shin from under the table. “At the
club we had this guy, Timothy, he would lip sync a mad Freddie Mercury,” he
smirked. “He was like, the real deal. He even grew the stache.” “That I’d
see,” I admitted. “Is he still there?” “No, he got
married and moved to New York. A real shame he’s gone, he was, like, the nicest
guy,” Achilles nibbled on the crust of his pizza slice. “Business at the club
has been slow since then since we don’t have our signature guy anymore.” “Maybe you
can be the new signature guy,” I finished up my slice and reached for a new one
from the pizza box. “If only,”
he sighed dreamily. “But I don’t think I could do it.” “You can’t
only if you say you can’t.” “I mean, I am as good as everyone else there, even
though I’ve only been there for just about a year now. Just imagine what I’ll
be like in a couple of more years.” “Hell,
imagine what you’d be like tomorrow.” “You’re so
cute,” he laughed. “No but, Barry would never let me. He’s like my mom and no
mommy would let her son be the star of a gig like that.” “I’m sure
once he sees how good you are, it won’t matter.” “I feel
like I’ve been saying that to myself my whole life,” he muttered surprisingly
bitterly. “But it seems as though it always matters. I’m never going to be
enough.” “Why do you
say that?” Lee flipped
over his wrist subconsciously, rubbing his pale skin. I looked down at them
quickly to see that he too bore scars across them but they looked old, like
he’d got them a long time ago. Though, I had a feeling it was for an entirely
different reason as to why I had my scars. “Mom kicked me out
when I was like twelve or thirteen or so. Like I said before, I just made my
way through doing gross things" that was the only way I thought I was of any
use. My mom was pretty much the same way. I guess I got it from her. There was
this guy who I ran into who helped me out in getting business for that. I had
to give him eighty percent of my profit and in return he got me a place to stay
and food to eat. I was with other kids like me and we were all miserable
messes. Even though I found a community of people who were in the same
situation as me, it wasn’t really better. It was worse, actually, knowing that
this man was using us kids at whatever cost so he could make a few bucks
without being first handedly responsible. “In the
end, I turned out to be his highest profit. I became his favorite and, well,
you could probably tell what sort of hell that turned into. I was just over
thirteen when they caught this guy and busted the whole business. Of course
part of me was relieved that the hell was over and no longer a daily thing but,
at the same time, I’d lost my job. It was how I survived and suddenly it was getting
taken away from me. “All of us
kids were shoved into a crappy orphanage and foster homes. I watched all my"
friends I guess you could call them"get adopted while I was neglected and
claimed as too reckless and have too many behavioral problems to be adopted.
They tried to put me through this behavioral school when I was fourteen but I
finally was able to get out of there and run away once more. “I went
back to my old business and was actually pretty successful. You’d be surprised
at the amount of pedophiles in Washington. There was this one time, though, my
last job. He took me to his place and I" just couldn’t do what he wanted me to.
It was too much. You see, he had all his friends over and… I just cried while
they did it. “It was
Barry who saved me. He was visiting a relative or something in the apartment
next door and he barged in, hearing all the commotion. He beat their asses real
good. He was like a black Hulk, kicking the s**t out of all of them himself.
And well, he ended up bring me back with him to Vegas here and took care of me
like I was his son or something.” Lee was
looking down, his face glowing with embarrassment, like he’d just realized that
he told his whole life story. “Sorry. You don’t care.” I reached
out and touched his arm gently, “I care.” He looked
right at my hand on him, “Really?” “Yeah. I
do.” He gave a chipped
tooth smile and we just finished the rest of the pizza whilst telling each
other light hearted jokes and quoting stupid movies. “Roman?” “Mmm?” I
swallowed down my last pizza slice. “Yeah?” Lee’s
cheeks were rosy and he looked embarrassed again but in a much lighter sense
now. “Remember what you said about being confused?” “When?” “About your
relationship with Jazz. I was just wonder if"” “Are you
thirsty? Oh my God, how could I forget drinks? I’m so dumb, I’ll be right
back,” I stood as quickly as I could and made my way back to the main counter.
I already was flustered enough trying to handle with trying to figure out how
and why one person likes me, I wasn’t really sure how I could handle another. It looked like the
same cashier from a distance as well as when I got close up to him. But the
closer I looked at him, the more I got the feeling like this was a different
person, despite him looking exactly like the same guy as before. “What did
Asmodeus tell you?” I recognized him by his voice and his eyes turning into the
bright orange color. “Bee?” “Yup, yup.
Tell me.” “What did
you do to the cashier?” “Crawled
into his skin just a few seconds ago. Now speak up. Where’s Gabe?” he seemed to
have read my mind because he put out two paper cups for the soda fountain. “Gabe?” “Archangel
Gabriel, whatever.” I was
getting really tired of repeating myself a billion times but I told him about
the whole uncomfortable conversation I had with Asmodeus and how I went to go
get Achilles on his command. “So that’s the kid he’s been hunting down
all this time?” Bee looked behind me to catch a look at Lee. Lee was
preoccupied with reapplying eye makeup or something along with holding a pocket
sized mirror. “I see the resemblance.” “Do you
have any idea where Gabe" I mean Gabriel, is?” “I think
so,” he rubbed his chin… or the cashier’s chin, I guess. “Can you
tell me what you’re thinking? Please? Anything?” “Nope, that’s
not my job,” he filled the two cups to the brim with soda. “Can’t help you out
there.” He proceeded to dump both of the contents of the cups into his mouth
simultaneously. “Then where
can you help me?” I slapped my hand
down on the counter. “Okay,
okay. I can tell you a little about Gabe. But hold on,” he put his head inside
the soda fountain and unleased a stream of Coca Cola straight into his mouth.
This went on for about a minute and then he looked back at me and wiped his
mouth. “Why don’t we sit down. I can get out of this kid’s body and not worry
about blowing up his stupid mortal stomach.” I wasn’t
really sure what I was looking at but Bee left the cashier’s body like how one
who would step through a waterfall. That’s really the best I could explain it;
like stepping through a seemingly solid looking thing, deceiving my eyes. The kid’s
body was fine once Bee was out all the way but he passed out, falling straight
to the floor while Bee was sort of just this glowing silhouette of a body before
pursing back into the way I first saw him. He wore a dark tee shirt that was
just a little too short at the hem, cargo shorts the color of his eyes, and
flip flops that showed off his veiny feet. “Let’s go,”
he came over to where Lee was still sitting and pulled over a chair. “Hello,
Achilles Weaver,” he put out his hand. Lee looked
from him to me. “Beelzebub,” I told him. “Another demon.” “Archdemon,” Bee corrected. “And I prefer
Bee,” he took the origami crane Lee had into his big hand. “Anyway, Roman,
where were we?” “Gabriel.” “You see,
Gabriel is the weakest of us all. He’s the weakest in between the Archdemons
and the Archangels. It also doesn’t help that he can’t have Nephilim children
to back him up,” he refolded the napkin. “Why not?”
I watched his hands work quickly at the paper. “A reason
that’s not really my place to tell you. But he probably will. But that’s not
important"” A question
just hit me, “Are there other Saviors out there? Like, ones that are living the
same time as me right now?” For once
Bee’s gluttonous grin left his face and his expression turned to stone. “Now
where would you get an idea like that from?” As if on
cue, my phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out to look at who the text was
from: Layali. “Answer my question,”
I told him. “Is this some sort of competition or race?” Bee pursed
his lips, like he had to think about his answer. In the meantime, I looked at
Layali’s text: How’s the date going? Beelzebub is here,
I texted back. So not good, she pretty much answered
right away. Where are you? I texted
her directions to the pizzeria. Maybe she could help me sort this all out and
push Bee into giving me some straight answers. Bee finally
decided on an answer and opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth like a
shark’s. He leaned inwards, like he was going to tell me a secret, “I’m not
exactly the strongest of the bunch either. I’m not not answering your questions
just to mess with you, Roman. Though it does entertain me a lot. But there are
those who are a lot… stronger than me out there. We aren’t equals, you see?
Some Archangels are stronger than other Archangels and the same with us
Archdemons. And, don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty powerful but, there are a hell
of a lot, uh, ‘higher powers’ than myself out there who really would not like
me saying things to you.” “Like God?” Bee burst
out laughing and looked to Lee, pointing at me, “He’s really funny, isn’t he?
Listen, Roman, in certain aspects, I’m just as lost as you. But who I was
really talking about was,” he lowered his voice again, “Archdemon Lucifer and
archangel Uriel. The two most powerful counterparts. They don’t really want me
blabbing everything to you. The two of them don’t really care much about what
we do but they have one rule that the Savior must be wise enough on his own.
So, to answer your question sort of, if there were other
Saviors with you right now, it wouldn’t really be a competition because the
winner is chosen the moment he or she is born.” “So you know if I’m going to be the successful
Savior?” I sat up straight. “No. But Lucifer and Uriel do.” “Well, when do I get to meet them?” “They’re your last two missions,” he
shrugged. “So you’ll probably already know yourself by then anyway"” The door of
the restaurant slammed open and I flipped my head around to see who it was. “Ah, Miss
Essa,” Bee crossed his arms. “You know, I just saw your brother the other day.
You two really do look alike.” “What the
hell are you doing here?” Layali pointed a strong finger at him. “You are not
supposed to be here; this is a mission that Roman is on. You cannot interfere! That’s against… that’s not…” “You and I both know that there
aren’t really rules to this, Layali,” Bee gave a sharp tooth grin. “I also know
a lot other things,” he tapped his long chin with amusement. “Hey! You know what?” Layali stomped
her sneakers over and snatched Bee by one of his lanky ears. “You’re coming
with me!” “Ow, ow! Wait!” he flailed his long
limbs as she pulled him off his seat. “You can’t do this! You can’t" ouch!”
Layali easily dragged out the Archdemon of the restaurant with her two fingers.
She went along with him outside and I could’ve sworn she winked at me before
leaving with Bee. Lee looked at me. “Who…?” “Uh, long story,” I shrugged. “She
helps me out with dealing with all this stuff, though.” “As I can see,” he tugged on his
bright orange poncho. “This is all really the real deal, huh?” “What, did you think I was just
insane before?” I made a face at him. “Sort of.” “It that’s the case then you
willingly just hopped in a car, ate pizza with, and told your life story to an
insane person.” “You just seem to have that sort of
effect on people, Roman Becker,” he shrugged with a laugh. “But, since
obviously you have a lot more important things on your plate right now,” he
stood up and stepped to the side, pushing his chair in. “I should go.” He
pulled his small strappy bag over his shoulder. “Wait,” I called before he could
leave. “Will you…” I wasn’t sure how to word this. “Are you going to be one of
my… uh, ‘followers,’ I guess?” Lee crossed his pale ankles and arms
in thought. He looked like something out of a fashion magazine or something,
standing there. Empty chairs and tables behind him, the afternoon sun just
about to set behind him, and the way his white hair swept messily yet
fashionably around his face; it all just seemed like such a natural setting to
him. “Fine,” Lee decided. “Only because
you paid, though. Now, what do I have to do? As one of your followers, I mean?” “Honestly, I have no idea,” I’m so
glad Lee was so open minded and had such faith in me. Anyone else probably
would’ve shrugged me off a day ago. “I guess we will just have to figure that
out together.” Lee smiled charmingly, “Guess so. So
I guess I’ll be spending a lot of time with you, then.” “I suppose so…” I hadn’t really
thought of it that way. Though it seems dumb that I wouldn’t. I mean, he’s my
“follower” for God’s sake. And I’m pretty sure that doesn’t mean we just have
to talk one time. Or even hang out casually like this. “‘It’s your followers that will help you, though. They are the
ones who decide if you are able to fulfill your duties as the Savior. So make
sure you have trustworthy followers"you know, not backstabbers,’” I remembered what Asmodeus said and
shared it with Achilles. “Well I can promise you one thing, Roman,” he tugged on his
bag strap. “I am not a backstabber
and nor do I ever plan on being one.” “That’s good to know.” “And personally, while I’m still not really sure what you
are, or what the ‘Savior’s duties are and why you have to fulfill them; I think
you can do it. And I wouldn’t say something like that if it wasn’t true. And,”
he blushed, “I’ll help you with whatever you need.” “I know this is asking a lot and
that I already owe you a whole bunch but…” “Are you still on that?” he stomped
his foot. “You don’t owe any of us anything from that day. We were only being
good people, not trying to get you to owe us something.” “But I want to do something in return. I know I don’t have to. In what way
can I help you guys?” Lee sighed, like he gave up on
trying to convince me otherwise. Which was a good idea because I was stubborn
like my mom and wouldn’t give up on something like this for anything. “I don’t
know, I suppose I’ll ask the others if you really want.” “I do.” “Then I will,” he rolled his eyes. Finally I let him leave. I watched
his car pull out and drive away, just before realizing that he was my ride
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