Chapter 9: The Showdown
The library has always been a place of solace for me…I know, you are definitely thinking to yourself, Hmm she doesn't seem like the type, but hey, I am! Maybe if you took a closer look at me, analyze my character, you know, examine the circumstances then you would probably say, Ah I see where she is coming from. On a serious note, look at me…I am basically un-friend-able, if there is even such a word. I mean look how well I got on with people like the Fab Four, oh don't worry I shall not rant about them this time. But Look! Or Purple? I hardly make friends and if I do, they seem to just put me in a whole lot of unnecessary problems. Like for instance the one I had earlier with the whole team! A historical moment for me, I went from being one of the pack to not having a pack and eventually being regarded as a traitor…oh so the rest believed my story. But look at people like Hair-for-horns, he hates my guts. Then we have Fuzz ball and the blue elf who before that day , didn't even know I existed. What kind of first impression did I give these guys? Exactly my point!
Here I was in a mansion, stuck with people who were just like me, yet I didn't feel like I fit in. I'm a bit at ease now, the talk with Charles was brilliant, it made me think and come to terms with the fact that, so I made one mistake…I was tricked, live with it. Wings sure got over the fact more quickly than I had expected. Heck, he invited me for a night flight with him. Although he later abandoned me to be with the woman of his dreams who he is too shy to confess his love to and who unfortunately has given her love to another, who might I add is reciprocating this love but however is unable to come out with their secret affair because he is currently with someone he has been with since God knows when, who by the way is totally smitten by him and does not see what the hell is going on between him and her best friend! Sheesh, the crazy world I live in, but you know what, sitting back and watching this funny love drama has been quite entertaining for me.
So here we have it, I'm away from my parents, my age mates in this school don't seem to like me, why? I have not the slightest clue. White mane is sleeping with red head's fiancé, the only friend I thought I was ever going to have turned out to be a treacherous snake and wolf hates my guts! Seriously hair-for-horns can't stand me…and I? Well take for instance, just a couple of hours ago, after my flight with Wings who abandoned me for White mane, I decided to head to the library, upon approaching the corridor I see Logan coming in the opposite direction…I turned around and fled! I am not proud of that! But honestly, what was I supposed to do? The dude openly admitted that he didn't trust me, he also, if I remember clearly, tried to puncture my chin with three very sharp blades that popped out of his knuckles out of no where! Now I know what White mane meant by "retractable ade-whatever claws". But to top it all, he would have done it, he would have stabbed me, I know he would have, if she hadn't stopped him….the way he dropped me on the floor like a bag of potatoes…priceless! So YEAH, I have every right to flee from him! Every right! I don't like the guy, do you think he minds? No he doesn't, so whenever I see him, I help the two of us by turning the other way. Both our lives are better that way, saves him the hassle to want to strangle me and saves me from being dead, period. I also made a mental note, NOT to take up self defense class as I remembered him telling me earlier (before I was branded a traitor!) that he taught the class. Who needs self defense classes anyways, with powers like mine…Whoohooo!
Anyways, I found myself in the library, after clearly noticing that Wings did not have my time anymore. The array of books found here is simply amazing! I have never seen so many books since my last field trip to the Public Library in NYC! The books that were of interest to me where located in the religious section. Yes, I wanted to know more about the Neyaphem and Cheyarafim guys. I wanted to know what they were all about. The books I picked were written by all sorts theologists, demonologists, religious fanatics, historians and so forth.
I skimmed through the pages carefully, an hour passed and I found myself having sufficient information about the Neyaphem…
Azazel or Azrael the leader of the Neyapham will one day return to this world with the help of his children and his army of demons.
I read that line over and over again, I don't know why but the fact that this was a prophecy made me shudder.
Fear the wrath of his vengeance as his army marches on Earth to claim that what is rightfully his. Sun and Moon will become one on that day as his minions devour the essence of Earth.
He will come to us and remind us in his words
"Because I am Semihazah, Duma, Keriel, Mastema, Beliar, Gadreel, and Beelzebub. And most commonly called Satan."
The demon world will prevail once more and those that assist will be rewarded greatly.
What the hell? I went over the last line again, those that assist will be rewarded greatly. Who wrote this book? Well we are all entitled to our own opinions, I sigh and continue my reading,
The Neyapham were ordinary men living before the time the chosen one they call Christ was born. They saw and believed in the teachings of Azazel. He promised them power and power is what they got in return for serving him. The demon nation is powerful and ever faithful to their Lord Azazel who will ensure the total domination of the world which can only be achieved by the destruction of Man kind's Christianity and it's allies, one of them being the Cheyarafim.
The Cheytarafim are a race of angels so blinded by their justice and self-righteousness that they failed to see the harm caused by their deceived virtuous nature. They are believed to have defeated and banished Azazel's nation of demon warriors, however, unlike the great one, Azazel, they will never return. For the Cheyarafim along with the war had seen the last of it's kind.
Descendants, are many, but they will not have the strength of what was before…they have been weakened by their sins.
The time will come for the Neyaphems to rise and this time, they will surely succeed.
My whole body felt cold, I didn't like what I was reading. All the books had mentioned the same. That the Cheyarafim had died out. Others say that they mated with humans and hence disappeared from history. But the one story that remained the same was that Azazel or Azrael (different books spell his name differently) would come back again and this time he would succeed.
"You!" Flick!
I closed my book and took a deep breath. Honestly I did not have time for this and really this person was asking for it. I sluggishly faced my speaker, it was no one other than Flame boy.
"Yes? How can I help you?" my speech was drawling as I forced a yawn.
He peered at my table, "Studying witch craft, are we now?"
"If you are going to pick on me, then I suggest you do it another time…it has been a long night and I am heading to bed…" I carried my books and tried to push my way pass him.
"What are you up to?" He bravely stood in front of me, blocking my path.
"Seriously, John…"
"I heard what you did! And yet they let you go!" He shoved me, my books fell to the floor a long with it, sheets of paper notes I had made…he stared down at my written content, I had stupidly written down words like Brotherhood, Magneto, etc "What the fuck are you up to?"
"I don't want to fight with you!" I was controlling my temper, my anger was rising, how dare he touch me.
"Ha!" he said accompanied by annoying laughter, "Do you intend on intimidating me? Kitty and Bobby saw how Logan almost made you wet your pants."
He was still talking, but I couldn't hear him anymore, it was as if I had blocked him out of my mind, I picked up my notes and books and placed them under my left arm. I noticed he was playing with that damn lighter of his. For a second I stood watching him, why was he always with this lighter? He never seemed to let go of it, it was almost as if the lighter was a part of him…like his weapon.
"Hey! Psycho!" He pushed me to the wall, moving closer to me. His face was millimeters away from mine.
And then it hit me, "You…now I get it…you can't…" my eyes were focused on his lighter, he was still breathing on my face.
"Can't what? What are you talking about?" He moved a few steps away from me.
I looked up at him, for he was a head taller than me, a crazed look was in my eyes and a psychotic smile appeared on my face, it was like I had discovered the secret ingredient to eternity.
"You…You can't generate Fire!" I began to laugh, "You need a catalyst…that bloody lighter is your catalyst!"
He pushed me hard, "Shut up! You Bitch!"
"OOOFF!!!" My back slammed against the wall and the books fell to the ground once more…yet I was still laughing, "Ah, ah, ah…John." I said waving my finger at him, "Hit a soft spot, did I?"
I did! Because I noticed his fist turning into flames, with the help of his lighter of course, I cleared my throat, "Before you throw that thing on me, please remember the consequences, I am a stu…"
"I don't care what you are! You are a traitor!!!!" He was screaming at me, his voice was trembling and tears were forming in his eyes. I thought to myself immediately, Shit Kiki, this guy is a troubled youth! Great Job hitting on his weak spot! How was I supposed to know that him not being able to create fire was one of his failures in life? Heck if that was one of his failures, I wouldn't want to know the rest.
I stood firm, "You are forcing me to do something I don't want to do!"
He smiled, "Your telekinesis is no match compared to what is going to happen to you!"
I shook my head and I said slowly, "Maybe…but you burning me to ashes, wont work, you see…simply for the mere fact, that in this brief interchange between the two of us, I have managed to learn something…that you…till this very day! Have NOT the slightest idea of knowing HOW to do…" I raised my right fist and turned it into flames, "Generating fire…"
He took a huge jump back, "What the fuck? How did you…it's not in your mutant bio."
I smiled, satisfaction clearly written on my face. But Flame boy's surprise waned as his face turned a fiery red he raised both his arms over his head -a huge ball of flame was forming above him right before my very own eyes.
I was calculating in my head what to do, I knew instantly that talking myself out of this wouldn't help in fact it would make things worse…seeing how bitter I had made him. I decided on flame for flame…so I created my ball of flames…as I was about to swing my arms forward and…he was too….
"STOP IT!!!! THE TWO OF YOU!"
A heavy gust of wind pushed me to the corner of the library…I saw my enemy inches away from me.
I looked up and looking down at us, with a lot of worry on their faces, was White Mane and Red eye.
"What has befallen the two of you?" Ororo's voice drained into my ears…
His arms folded and in a clear and stern manner Scott commanded, "You TWO…in my office NOW!"
Both teachers walked ahead of us, as we sluggishly followed them. I didn't say a word to Zippo Flame boy. No I had other things to worry about. Seems like everywhere I go…I just have the natural gift of getting into trouble.
I notice Ororo turn to face me, as we were walking to Scott's office, I guess she was either thinking what I was thinking…I also guessed that she probably felt sorry for me…at least I hope she did.
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