ChApTeR 13
The minute Bartleby and Tzipora were in there private compartment, he ripped open the bookbag
and pulled out a large bottle of wine and immediately started guzzling down its contents. Tzipora
stared at him. Something wasn't right. It seemed all her new dream guy did was drink. And at the
rate he was drinking now, he'd be drunk in half an hour. Really drunk. Her last boyfriend had been
a drinker too, and he had hit her. She had stayed with him for a while after the first few slaps and
punches, because she thought, maybe he'd get better and realize what he was doing was wrong.
But it had only gotten worse. Finally her friends made her see that what he was doing was very,
very wrong and that he didn't love her. They had turned him in to the police. She was rather
depressed, thinking of him, when she had first met Bartleby. He had seemed to be such a nice
guy, too. Now, he was just turning into another Billy. She closed her eyes to stop the tears from
coming, and leaned back against the seat. When she opened them, only a minute later, the bottle
of wine had been finished off, and Bartleby had started in on the case of beer. She sighed, laying
on the seat, and he asked defensively, "What?"
"Nothing. Keep drinking, you deserve it," she told him, and he happily obliged. Too happily. If
he even laid a finger on her in violence, she turn him into Bethany and all them. No matter how
much she loved him, or how much he said he loved her. She'd...betray the man that had given
himself to her. Completely. 'Don't think about it,' she told herself, turning over so she wouldn't
have to look at him. Somehow, she fell asleep and when she awoke she found Bartleby passed
out on the seat opposite her. Almost all of the alcohol he had purchased was gone. "You're
seriously gonna have to piss when you wake up," she whispered, quietly leaving the room to
go to the bathroom herself. On the way there, she saw Jay and Silent Bob in the hall. Scared,
she dove into the nearest compartment and slammed the door behind her. Inside, she found
a couple seriously making out. Like third-base making out. "Um, hi. How are you folks?" she
smiled at them. The woman's scream echoed in her head for quite a while.
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"So how do you propose we find them, Rufus? Search every compartment in every car?"
Serendipity asked, staring at him. For an Apostle this man was rather idiotic. And loud. Very
loud.
"Hell no. All we gotta do is use some divine inspiration to guess which compartment is theirs,
Muse. Surely you can do that," he mocked.
Serendipity glared back at him. "Duh. I can still inspire others...though I'm not sure this is the
kind of inspiration I'm used to. Bethany! Come here a minute."
"Nah, you guys don't need inspiration. I can tell you what room he's in," Loki said, waving
Bethany away. "I mean, jeez, it's not that hard. He's in Car 5, Room 8." He rolled his eyes,
annoyed by their stupidity.
"How can you tell us that?" Rufus asked. "When Metatron was here, he said he couldn't
help us find him now that Bartleby is human."
"Yeah, Metatron can't. I can. I mean, hello, am I Metty? No," Loki sighed. "Shall we beat
the shit out of him now, or wait until Jay and Bob get back?"
Simultaneously, Rufus, Serendipity, Bethany, and Loki agreed, "Now."
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God stared down at the train, silently chuckling to Herself. She could talk as loud as She wanted
here, but by nature, She was the quiet type. This whole Bartleby situation could've been taken
care of very easily by Her before it had even started except for what Azrael and his three goons
had done to Her. The present problem was easily within Her power as well, but the movies at
the theater were sucking majorly these days, and She wanted something with romance, action,
and a little fantasy thrown in--Star Wars wasn't coming out for a few more months, at the least--
so She decided to watch how the Last Scion and her gang would handle this. The presence of
Loki just added a little spice to it. It was turning out to be quite the hit in Heaven. There were some
angels who watched in around the clock. Some jokingly called it "Dogma II: The Return of Loki,"
or some other such babble.
God sat back in Her La-Z-Boy recliner (with massager!) with Her bag of popcorn and two-
liter bottle of Pepsi to see how this would all end. It had been a good show so far, with few
dull moments. Of course, when they were sleeping, She would watch something else. Like
Spongebob. That show was a big hit in Heaven, too. She sat up quickly when she saw that the
Scion group was approaching Bartleby's door. Gasping, She grabbed her phone and dialed
Metatron's number. "Oh, my Me, are you watching this?"
"Yes, I am. This isn't fair. How come Loki could help them and I couldn't? We're both angels,"
Metatron whined.
God sighed deeply, then said, "You are the voice of Me. You're a tad more important to Me than
Loki is--though you're all important to Me," She added quickly. "I don't know what I'd do if I
lost you."
"All right, I see Your point," Metatron said disparagingly, though God could hear the joy in his
voice for being told he was 'muy importante.' "I'll let You go, I wanna see how this ends."
"Ooh, Me too! Gottagonowbyeclick!" God hung up the phone, then stared intently at the screen.
This was going to be quite the finale.
The minute Bartleby and Tzipora were in there private compartment, he ripped open the bookbag
and pulled out a large bottle of wine and immediately started guzzling down its contents. Tzipora
stared at him. Something wasn't right. It seemed all her new dream guy did was drink. And at the
rate he was drinking now, he'd be drunk in half an hour. Really drunk. Her last boyfriend had been
a drinker too, and he had hit her. She had stayed with him for a while after the first few slaps and
punches, because she thought, maybe he'd get better and realize what he was doing was wrong.
But it had only gotten worse. Finally her friends made her see that what he was doing was very,
very wrong and that he didn't love her. They had turned him in to the police. She was rather
depressed, thinking of him, when she had first met Bartleby. He had seemed to be such a nice
guy, too. Now, he was just turning into another Billy. She closed her eyes to stop the tears from
coming, and leaned back against the seat. When she opened them, only a minute later, the bottle
of wine had been finished off, and Bartleby had started in on the case of beer. She sighed, laying
on the seat, and he asked defensively, "What?"
"Nothing. Keep drinking, you deserve it," she told him, and he happily obliged. Too happily. If
he even laid a finger on her in violence, she turn him into Bethany and all them. No matter how
much she loved him, or how much he said he loved her. She'd...betray the man that had given
himself to her. Completely. 'Don't think about it,' she told herself, turning over so she wouldn't
have to look at him. Somehow, she fell asleep and when she awoke she found Bartleby passed
out on the seat opposite her. Almost all of the alcohol he had purchased was gone. "You're
seriously gonna have to piss when you wake up," she whispered, quietly leaving the room to
go to the bathroom herself. On the way there, she saw Jay and Silent Bob in the hall. Scared,
she dove into the nearest compartment and slammed the door behind her. Inside, she found
a couple seriously making out. Like third-base making out. "Um, hi. How are you folks?" she
smiled at them. The woman's scream echoed in her head for quite a while.
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"So how do you propose we find them, Rufus? Search every compartment in every car?"
Serendipity asked, staring at him. For an Apostle this man was rather idiotic. And loud. Very
loud.
"Hell no. All we gotta do is use some divine inspiration to guess which compartment is theirs,
Muse. Surely you can do that," he mocked.
Serendipity glared back at him. "Duh. I can still inspire others...though I'm not sure this is the
kind of inspiration I'm used to. Bethany! Come here a minute."
"Nah, you guys don't need inspiration. I can tell you what room he's in," Loki said, waving
Bethany away. "I mean, jeez, it's not that hard. He's in Car 5, Room 8." He rolled his eyes,
annoyed by their stupidity.
"How can you tell us that?" Rufus asked. "When Metatron was here, he said he couldn't
help us find him now that Bartleby is human."
"Yeah, Metatron can't. I can. I mean, hello, am I Metty? No," Loki sighed. "Shall we beat
the shit out of him now, or wait until Jay and Bob get back?"
Simultaneously, Rufus, Serendipity, Bethany, and Loki agreed, "Now."
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God stared down at the train, silently chuckling to Herself. She could talk as loud as She wanted
here, but by nature, She was the quiet type. This whole Bartleby situation could've been taken
care of very easily by Her before it had even started except for what Azrael and his three goons
had done to Her. The present problem was easily within Her power as well, but the movies at
the theater were sucking majorly these days, and She wanted something with romance, action,
and a little fantasy thrown in--Star Wars wasn't coming out for a few more months, at the least--
so She decided to watch how the Last Scion and her gang would handle this. The presence of
Loki just added a little spice to it. It was turning out to be quite the hit in Heaven. There were some
angels who watched in around the clock. Some jokingly called it "Dogma II: The Return of Loki,"
or some other such babble.
God sat back in Her La-Z-Boy recliner (with massager!) with Her bag of popcorn and two-
liter bottle of Pepsi to see how this would all end. It had been a good show so far, with few
dull moments. Of course, when they were sleeping, She would watch something else. Like
Spongebob. That show was a big hit in Heaven, too. She sat up quickly when she saw that the
Scion group was approaching Bartleby's door. Gasping, She grabbed her phone and dialed
Metatron's number. "Oh, my Me, are you watching this?"
"Yes, I am. This isn't fair. How come Loki could help them and I couldn't? We're both angels,"
Metatron whined.
God sighed deeply, then said, "You are the voice of Me. You're a tad more important to Me than
Loki is--though you're all important to Me," She added quickly. "I don't know what I'd do if I
lost you."
"All right, I see Your point," Metatron said disparagingly, though God could hear the joy in his
voice for being told he was 'muy importante.' "I'll let You go, I wanna see how this ends."
"Ooh, Me too! Gottagonowbyeclick!" God hung up the phone, then stared intently at the screen.
This was going to be quite the finale.