7:25pm

Darren and Tommy were walking with DJ to his house. It was only a
block away.

All of a sudden, a car was speeding down the street, careening towards them at a high speed.

Tommy asked, "What? Are they drunk?!"

They moved to the left, running to the other sidewalk.

The car sped past, then stopped. It made a turnaround and went to the boys.

DJ says, "Uh, something tells me that was 'on purpose'. GO!" He grabs their hands and takes off.

They follow, still pursued by the car. The lady yells out her window, "You will die, Diabolus! Die, abomination! Death to the BEAST!!"

They kept running.

The car kept coming.

Finally, they ran out of the way, missing the vehicle by several feet. They stood in front of a stone wall. Tommy tried to go, but DJ still held tight. "No, wait. I got a plan here. Just wait..wait..now!" As the car rushed forth, he let both boys go.

Tommy ran to the left, Darren to the right.

The car turned, then floored in their direction.

DJ leaped up in the air, forward..landing on the roof.

The lady missed DJ and smashed into the wall.

The boys ran off.

The woman hit her head on the wheel, a small cut was on her forehead. Her car was NOT drivable anymore. In pain, she slowly got out through the door window. As she ran away, the car exploded in a big ball of flame.

DJ heard a loud gunshot. "Oh shit! What the FUCK, man?!" Another
went off, hitting him in the shoulder.

The woman ran after them still, continuing to fire.

DJ went down, landing on his back. He was then subsequently shot in the chest. He looked up to see the killer standing above him.

Tommy recognized her. "Miss Resor? Why are you doing this?! You're
a teacher!"

She yelled, "I must! Our saviour commands it."

Darren asked with a confused look, "Saviour? Why would Christ want
you to-"

"Not THAT one, you fool! MINE! Our lord cannot allow this pestilence to continue infecting our race. Time to die, nephilim.. Pyriel awaits you." She put her gun away and took out a big army knife. Kneeling, she raised the dagger. "Give Lucifer our regards, when you meet him."

Tommy was surprised. His first grade teacher..a killer! He had to stop this. He grabbed a discarded tree branch, one of the big ones nearby. He raised it and hit her in the back.

"AGGHH!!" She fell on her stomach. The knife, she accidently pointed it towards her. She fell on it. "Ughh..unghh.." She rolled over, it was sticking out of her side. Gasping in pain, she pullied it out. "..oh God. I think I'm gonna die now."

"Why?" Tommy asked. "Why did you *do* this?! DJ didn't even do
anything! And WHY are you killing people?"

She gasped, "Had to. I was ordered. My lord commanded it! I had to
obey his voice."

"O-kay. Voices, huh?" He turned to Darren. "Hey, let's help DJ up." He looked at the older boy's chest wound. "Oh no! You got hit! We have to get you to a hospital, now!"

DJ said, "No. I'm fine." He slowly got back up. "It's only a flesh wound. This happened before.."

Tommy asked Miss Resor, "So, you hear voices? And I thought you
were normal. So..who is this *lord*? God? Buddha? Allah? Who *is* it?"

"Pyriel."

"Who?" He never heard THAT name before.

"The next God.." She drew a picture in the dirt. "This!"

Tommy and Darren looked at it.

Darren said, "That's weird. It looks like a bird. Or..an angel?"

Tommy nodded. "Yes..another symbol, just like the others." He took the paper out of his pocket and drew it. Then he put it away. "Come on, guys. Let's get out of here."

They were at the house now. DJ was almost healed up, but his clothes had a few bullet holes. Tommy knocked.

A woman answered the door. Young, with light blond hair. "Hello?"

Tommy said, "Mrs. Jefferson? We brought DJ home."

She looked at her son. "Jeez! Your shirt, it has blood on it. You okay, son?"

Diabolus shook his head. "Not really. These guys attacked me."

"Who?"

"Some kid at school, Joe. Then one of the *teachers*! She said a bunch of crazy stuff."

"Oh..maybe I should call the cops."

"You could. But it wouldn't do much good, they're both dead."

"Oh God. Well, I'm calling anyway. Why would they attack you?"

"I don't know. Look, mom..I'm tired, I haven't been myself lately. Can I rest now?"

"Sure, come on in. I'll make some juice." She asked the others, "Thanks for bringing him home. Would you like to come in?"

Darren said, "No, we need to get home also. It's getting late."

"Sure. Goodbye." She closed the door." As they walked away, Darren
asked, "Can you *believe* that teacher? Sounds like a load of bull. Pyriel awaits DJ, 'say hi to Lucifer'. Pyriel being the 'next God'. Chanting about this 'saviour', or 'our lord', like a Satanic pixie or something."

Tommy laughed, "And she hears VOICES! Man, she needs to go to a
mental hospital."

"Or a morgue."

"Oh..right. This is VERY strange. Cole tells us that BS about angels. Two people attack us, then end up dying violently." He added sarcastically, "Oooh, the plot *thickens*.."

"Don't you have one of Joe's sickles?"

"Yup. I might ask my Dad to check it out. His computer can analyze
metals and other junk. But this is all freaky, the past couple of days. NOTHING is making sense!"

"I know. We should have a talk with Cole."

"Yeah, maybe we should. I'm gonnaa ask him to tell us EVERYTHING he knows. And to lay off the religious crap. We need *answers*, not
kiddie stories. We can get all that in Sunday School or something."