The last OFFICIAL CHAPTER. Don't worry, there's going to be an epilogue but I'm going to let ya'll think about this chapter for a couple of days and let it manisfest in your minds before I post the short little wrap up. Thank you so much for reading My Angelic Wish! 3 Roxy and Callie are one of my fave pairings and I'm really happy to see that other people ship them as much as I do.
Dirk Strider is sleeping soundly in his apartment even though he is usually up two hours from now. He's not even dressed, he's only wearing his short boxers. The sunglasses it seems like he never takes off are by the nightstand. He has a queen size bed with a bright orange comforter over him even though it's probably just a little bit too warm for that right now. Caliborn is sitting on the bed and he can't face Dirk right now. He knows that Dirk is sleeping and that he won't be waking up, because when Dirk was sleeping Caliborn stuffed a bunch of sleeping pills down his throat. He probably wouldn't be awake until seven tonight, and by then, any damage Caliborn would have done will be over. Dirk will be safe here, and Caliborn knows he would never have stayed behind. Dirk wants to be hero but heroes get killed. That's why he fucked up the computer shop where Roxy works, knowing very well that she'd stay there helping all day. Dirk stays safe, Roxy stays safe, he fulfills all the promises he made to Dirk. He can suck up all the negative energy and he gets to stay with Dirk. Who said evil couldn't be efficient?
"I'm sorry," Caliborn said to a man who wouldn't hear him. He turned around to kiss Dirk quickly.
"I love you too much to let you get hurt because of me," he said as he resumed a more human looking countenance and headed home. He just had to watch it go down.
"Hey Jane," Dave says. Jane is getting ready for her speech. She has little red Betty Crocker customized notecards and is drinking some water before she has to go up. She's wearing a white vintage looking dress with the Crocker spoon logo embroidered on the wide, petticoat supported skirt. She blue eyes stand out underneath her red cat eye shaped glasses. Nobody has worn the Betty Crocker look as well as Jane has.
"Yes?"
"I know that it probably doesn't seem like much if I say it, but your grandfather was my best friend in this whole wide world. I just want to let you know that he would be so proud of you, and that Rose and I are too," Dave said. He was absent of all irony and Rose, may have even shed a small tear. They could see John's blue eyes reflected in Jane, it was almost like their comedian friend had never died at all. Rose and Dave wrapped their arms around Jane and gave her a tight hug.
"Thank you so much, I would've never been able to get here without people supporting me," Jane said.
Jane straightened her skirt and walked onto the stage. She had practiced this before so she knew what it felt like, but she also didn't practice it with so many people here. In the front row she could identify Roxy on one end, and Jake a few rows down from her. Jane had to control herself from scowling visibly at Jake being there, that cad. There were news crew taping her, executives examining her every word, and children of all ages here on a field trip because someone where along the line, someone thought Jane would be a good role model. Out of all these guests, she was most happy to see the small congregation of elementary school aged kids with their little cupcakes smiling happy as can be. It warmed her heart in the way that the drones from corporate just couldn't begin to understand.
"Thank you so much for coming. My name is Jane Crocker, though some of you might also call me Betty," she joked, smiling at the audience. They cheered either for her or the free Betty Crocker cupcakes, she didn't care which at this point.
"I am so happy to see so many people here, to hear Ms. Lalonde, Mr. Strider and myself speak. It is such a privilege to be here in this spot. For the longest time I had only lived in my own suburban area, and I had always dreamed of being Betty Crocker. If it wasn't for the help and encouragement of my friends at the college, and the people who believed in me, I wouldn't be here opening for you right now."
"This is the best feeling in the world and I want to tell you that from now on, I not only stand up here for myself, but for what I believe in and what I've worked hard towards. I want Betty Crocker to not just mean cupcakes, but to also be a connection between people. I don't want those of you to think of corporate empires, I want you to think of sharing a cake with your family. I want to bring in a new era of Betty Crocker that stands up for love." Jane said. The audience applauded. Jane's father in the third row stood up with his hat off and cried as he clapped for her.
She smiled, and stood still for just a second, unable to process the situation to was the best day of Jane's life. As she turned her back to retreat so that Rose could take the stage, gun shots were fired from the audience. People screamed and someone ducked down. Dave rushed forward to grab Jane by the arm and drag her behind the curtain as gun fire went off and hit the podium, and the stage. Rose stayed crouched as low as possible behind stage, and Jane and Dave joined her. They huddled up behind body guards that were yelling into their walkie talkies, demanding that the police get there right now- some crazy guy had machine guns and he was screaming that he was going to kill them all. Jane knew that it couldn't be anyone else but Jake as she cried into Rose and Dave.
Calliope was walking down the street, towards where the speech was taking place. She was almost there when she had this feeling like needles prickling on the back of her neck. She looked up and standing there on a roof top was nobody else but Caliborn. He stood on a rooftop across the street from the speech center. The center of course, was made so that the stage faced in the opposite direction from the street and the back windows were made from glass. If you stood at just the right place, as in where Caliborn was, you could watch the speeches. His black, bat-like wings were unfurled and he stood there in full demonic form. He was obviously using magic to prevent the human around from noticing anything remotely supernatural.
"I think you should watch Jane's speech from here, she's going on in a few minutes," he said, with a smirk and within seconds, Calliope was standing on the roof next to him. The humans around them were unaware of what was happening, but Calliope knew- where there were thousands of humans gathered, Caliborn was there to have them die.
"Caliborn," Calliope said, spitting it out as though it was the worst curse one could ever utter. "You will stop this before it begins!"
"No can do, bitch. I have my little friend Jake. Right now he's under quite the powerful control spell. I think he might even be a better killer than good ol' Applewhite. An antisocial twenty something is a bit of a cliche in the murder world. Killing children. Killing the most famous woman author and director couple. Killing my little liege Jane. Oh, Jake my boy has such a grand future in store for him. He fell into my plan so willingly. He wanted everyone to take him seriously as a man, too bad humans always mistake bloodshed for seriousness."
"You will unhand him this instant!"
"What the fuck can you do to stop me?" Caliborn laughed. Calliope had her white magic wand out and it was glowing and pointed in his direction. It was well, the least intimidating thing he'd ever seen before.
"I'll kill you," Calliope said. Angels were never supposed to think of murder but when it came to Caliborn, she didn't care about what she was supposed to think. Roxy was in there and when it came down to it, Roxy was her everything. She would kill to protect Roxy, maybe thats what it was forbidden to live in the first place.
"Every human dies eventually," Caliborn said. Even the one human he loved would die. It's really what humans are the best at.
"I will never let you hurt Roxy!"
"Don't worry, I saved your bitch for you. I fucked up the place where Dirk said she works. She's probably over there right now."
"She's in there!" Calliope screamed, her green eyes were full of tears. She could see Roxy sitting there with her supernatural vision. Roxy was there in the front row. Calliope could save Roxy from herself but she couldn't save her from this.
"Oh. I tried. I don't care about Roxy. She ain't my plan. Jane was the sacrifice. I made her a fucking star. She has everything to lose. When she dies, her energy will be a feast. Jake has nothing to lose so that made it so. Easy. He'll kill anyone. Children. Roxy. The bloodshed will keep me alive for eons!"
Jade was now on the shoulder of the road, waiting for the police to arrive. She turned up the radio, after fiddling around with it for a little bit. The city's local radio station was now blaring traffic reports. Not that Jade needed it, she could see right now what it was- shitty. It was back to back and she was still waiting for the police to arrive, and do whatever it was they did in america so she could go her friends' speech.
"This just in, a man sets open fire on women and children during the Betty Crocker speech. A man in the audience has opened machine gun and pistol fire on the crowd. I repeat, a man has just opened fire on the audience. The police are approaching the scene with a bomb squad. Do not go near that building and please obey all police blockades until this mad man can be stopped."
Jade is instantly overcome with guilt when she hears this. She is afraid for her friends and her grandson. She just wants to cry, but she knows that she taught jake well and that he would probably know what safety precautions to take. Jade is worried sick about Jake and she feels as though she should haven ever let them move here. He was out there, all alone with a gun or common sense to protect him. She wanted him to move here so he could atleast take the time to be a normal young man but maybe Jade was wrong. Maybe Jake would have been happier to stay back home.
"You all have shamed me!" Jake screams. Nobody gets up to move, everyone is ducked behind their chair, cradling their heads. The children in the front row can barely understand what is happening but they are still crying.
"Nobody survives. We are all disgusting. We all deserve to die, even you, chap!" he says, pointing his pistol at a small boy. The kid sniffles. He doesn't really understand death but now he's starting to get the picture.
"Stop it," Roxy said. She got in between Jake's gun and the group of huddled children. She was not going to move.
"Excuse me, miss Roxy?" Jake asks, he was hilariously polite for an armed madman. Roxy was not impressed with his sudden terms of chilvalry.
"I said- stop it. You're not some big man with a gun, you're just a coward," Roxy said. Jake shot off a single shot with his pistol at the children, but Roxy ducked down in just enough time to shield them from the bullet. She coughed, still slumped over the small bodies like a human shield. The children underneather her trembled as
"You will not kill Roxy," Calliope said. She didn't know what she could do. Her wand was at the ready but she had no spells that could back her up from Caliborn. Caliborn was stronger than her and she knows that he could kill her any time he wants. He's just fucking around because he doesn't deem Calliope enough of a threat to kill her immediately.
"At least she'll get a death that is worthy to make you proud," Caliborn laughed. Isn't that what angels want, for humans to die like heroes, all pure and virtuous instead of happy and debauched?
"I could kill you!" Calliope threatened. Her wand was dropped and her magic had faded away. She stood there as an angel, all green skin stretched over bone, long, pointed talons and piercing lime green eyes. She didn't need to use a wand to channel her magic, it radiated from her like a shield of blinding, white-hot fury.
"What do you have that all the arch angels don't?" Caliborn said.
Calliope has nothing. She has no wings, and no power. She could never break the hold he has over Jake's shes too weak of an angel to do it. Not even the big cahuna archangels could do it, Caliborn was unstoppable. Human violence was unstoppable, vice was the only true law, and Calliope was a lawless angel with no promise of success. Somehow, none of that seems to actually mean anything to her. She doesn't care that she's weaker than Caliborn, she does not care about the rules. Nothing else matters to her, she only wants to keep Roxy alive. She just wants all of this to end and she would give up anything, even her own life, to protect Roxy.
"Roxy," Calliope says. Three sets of white wings unfurl from their back and wrap around her back Her claws are bearing down on Caliborn's neck as she radiates white light that dissolves everything around them into nothingness.