AN: I once again state I do not own any of Kevin Smith's characters. Wish do, but not.
ChApTeR 2
Tzipora panicked. Where was she? What was going on? She couldn't feel her body. She
couldn't see, she couldn't move. Something was horribly wrong.
"Relax, I'm here with you," she heard Metatron's accented voice say somewhere near her.
"You notice this realm around, this nothingness, this emptiness? This is where all the souls
on Earth will go if Bartleby and Loki finish what they've started. Those two are angels that
were banished from Heaven, and if they get back in they'll destroy existence. Except peoples'
souls. A soul never dies. If those two succeed, billions will be sent here, never to know Heaven
or Hell, or life, ever again. Bartleby and Loki are bad. Now, listen here, missy, you can either
help stop them, or you can ignore everything I've told you and probably help quicken the
end of time."
In a stunned silence, Tzipora thought over everything he had just told her. Bartleby and Loki
were angels? And...and... "I think I can help stop them."
"Great, let's go back now. This place is so depressing." In a blink, they were back in the real
world, Tzipora still standing next to Metatron, and she had an awful sense of vertigo, even
though she wasn't even remotely close to a high place. She stumbled a bit and fell against
this angel. "Oh, sorry. You mortals have such delicate minds. And balance centers. Nothingness
to gravity, I've gotta remember you all take a moment to adjust. Better now?" Tzipora stood on
her own once again, still a little dizzy, but better. "All right. You run over there to the church
and help Bethany and the others."
Tzipora ran a few steps, before she turned around to face Metatron again, a confused look on
her face. "Who's Bethany?"
"The Last Scion. Shoulder-length brown hair, probably being followed by a moron named Jay.
You have to help her stop Loki and Bartleby from entering that church."
"O...kay. Will do." She saluted Metatron, then started running toward the church again.
"I hope they win this battle, or we're screwed," Metatron mumbled to himself. With a snap of
his fingers, he then returned to Heaven.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tzipora arrived at the church a few minutes later, out of breath, and terrified by the scene
before her. Bodies everywhere. Blood, fire, death covered the street. Looking for Bethany as
Metatron had described her, Tzipora carefully made her way through the carnage. She
immediately spotted Bartleby standing just outside the church with the girl she assumed was
Bethany. At first it looked as if he were merely whispering something in her ear, but upon
drawing closer, Tzipora saw he had her at knife-point. She also saw the body of Loki lying
face down in the street. She let out a little sob. She knew who had killed poor Loki. Slowly,
she approached Bartleby, Bethany, a man with long blonde hair, a another guy wearing a
hat, a black guy wearing a Mooby's shirt, and a Hispanic woman. 'Wow. What an army,'
she thought sarcastically. Not looking where she was going, she accidently walked into and
tripped over a metal folding chair. All head turned to stare at her. "Uh-oh."
Bartleby did that grin Tzipora loved so much, but this time it looked positively evil. He threw
Bethany to the side roughly, then literally leaped through the air and landed in front of Tzipora.
Only then did she notice his wings. Huge, white, and powerful. Quickly glancing at Loki, she
noted he no longer had his angel wings. It looked like his had been cut off. Looking back to
Bartleby, she noticed he had stretched out his wings to full span. They were impressive. "Hey,
I thought I told you to stay behind for a while." Unable to answer, as awestruck as she was, her
only reaction was to wrap her arms around his neck. He then wrapped his strong arms about
her small waist and within moments, the two were airborne.
"Bartleby...I'm scared..." she whispered into his ear as they rose higher and higher into the sky.
He kissed her passionately as he stopped their ascent and started heading west. "I won't let
anything happen to you, Tzipora. I..I think I love you." Bartleby sounded as shocked at this
admission as Tzipora was to hear it. After a moment of silence, he asked her, "So...how do you
feel about flying to California?"
"Fine. Just fine, as long as I'm with you." They both shifted so now she was cradled in his arms,
and she rested her head against his armor-plated chest.
"I just need to ask one favor of you, love," he said as they flew on. He dipped down through a
large bank of clouds, then soared back into clear air again before continuing. "When we get
there, I want you to help me cut off my wings."
"What? Why?"
"So I can become human."
ChApTeR 2
Tzipora panicked. Where was she? What was going on? She couldn't feel her body. She
couldn't see, she couldn't move. Something was horribly wrong.
"Relax, I'm here with you," she heard Metatron's accented voice say somewhere near her.
"You notice this realm around, this nothingness, this emptiness? This is where all the souls
on Earth will go if Bartleby and Loki finish what they've started. Those two are angels that
were banished from Heaven, and if they get back in they'll destroy existence. Except peoples'
souls. A soul never dies. If those two succeed, billions will be sent here, never to know Heaven
or Hell, or life, ever again. Bartleby and Loki are bad. Now, listen here, missy, you can either
help stop them, or you can ignore everything I've told you and probably help quicken the
end of time."
In a stunned silence, Tzipora thought over everything he had just told her. Bartleby and Loki
were angels? And...and... "I think I can help stop them."
"Great, let's go back now. This place is so depressing." In a blink, they were back in the real
world, Tzipora still standing next to Metatron, and she had an awful sense of vertigo, even
though she wasn't even remotely close to a high place. She stumbled a bit and fell against
this angel. "Oh, sorry. You mortals have such delicate minds. And balance centers. Nothingness
to gravity, I've gotta remember you all take a moment to adjust. Better now?" Tzipora stood on
her own once again, still a little dizzy, but better. "All right. You run over there to the church
and help Bethany and the others."
Tzipora ran a few steps, before she turned around to face Metatron again, a confused look on
her face. "Who's Bethany?"
"The Last Scion. Shoulder-length brown hair, probably being followed by a moron named Jay.
You have to help her stop Loki and Bartleby from entering that church."
"O...kay. Will do." She saluted Metatron, then started running toward the church again.
"I hope they win this battle, or we're screwed," Metatron mumbled to himself. With a snap of
his fingers, he then returned to Heaven.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tzipora arrived at the church a few minutes later, out of breath, and terrified by the scene
before her. Bodies everywhere. Blood, fire, death covered the street. Looking for Bethany as
Metatron had described her, Tzipora carefully made her way through the carnage. She
immediately spotted Bartleby standing just outside the church with the girl she assumed was
Bethany. At first it looked as if he were merely whispering something in her ear, but upon
drawing closer, Tzipora saw he had her at knife-point. She also saw the body of Loki lying
face down in the street. She let out a little sob. She knew who had killed poor Loki. Slowly,
she approached Bartleby, Bethany, a man with long blonde hair, a another guy wearing a
hat, a black guy wearing a Mooby's shirt, and a Hispanic woman. 'Wow. What an army,'
she thought sarcastically. Not looking where she was going, she accidently walked into and
tripped over a metal folding chair. All head turned to stare at her. "Uh-oh."
Bartleby did that grin Tzipora loved so much, but this time it looked positively evil. He threw
Bethany to the side roughly, then literally leaped through the air and landed in front of Tzipora.
Only then did she notice his wings. Huge, white, and powerful. Quickly glancing at Loki, she
noted he no longer had his angel wings. It looked like his had been cut off. Looking back to
Bartleby, she noticed he had stretched out his wings to full span. They were impressive. "Hey,
I thought I told you to stay behind for a while." Unable to answer, as awestruck as she was, her
only reaction was to wrap her arms around his neck. He then wrapped his strong arms about
her small waist and within moments, the two were airborne.
"Bartleby...I'm scared..." she whispered into his ear as they rose higher and higher into the sky.
He kissed her passionately as he stopped their ascent and started heading west. "I won't let
anything happen to you, Tzipora. I..I think I love you." Bartleby sounded as shocked at this
admission as Tzipora was to hear it. After a moment of silence, he asked her, "So...how do you
feel about flying to California?"
"Fine. Just fine, as long as I'm with you." They both shifted so now she was cradled in his arms,
and she rested her head against his armor-plated chest.
"I just need to ask one favor of you, love," he said as they flew on. He dipped down through a
large bank of clouds, then soared back into clear air again before continuing. "When we get
there, I want you to help me cut off my wings."
"What? Why?"
"So I can become human."