Part 20
A delicate whizzing divides the air and turning round Annas catches the
knife before his face. He looks over to Simon who throws him a dark glance,
and gives him an appreciative look. "Well aimed, Simon."
"Simon!" Jesus hisses irated and hurries over to his rebellious disciple. "What the hell did you plan to do?" Simon doesn`t reply, but Judas strolls closer and smirks ironically. "Let think about it, JC. He had a knife, with a sharp blade, he aimed that knife at Annas and he threw it." He put a finger on his lips pretending to think really hard. "I may be wrong but I think he wanted to stab him." Jesus throws Judas a devestating glance. "Your cynism isn`t very helpful, Judas." "Okay," Judas shrugs and returns to sit down on the stairs again. "I wanted to help. But if you don`t want an explanation, why do you ask then?" Jesus turns to Simon, who stands before him like an obstinate schoolboy waiting to be scolded. "You really wanted to kill Annas? What is driving you?" Simon folds his arms and stares to the ground. "He`d deserve to die." He mumbles. "What do you say? I didn`t hear you." Jesus sais in the tone of someone who`s overly happy to have found someone to rebuke. Simon looks defiantly at Jesus. "he threatened to kill you." "Ah that again." Jesus sighs and smiles softly. "Simon, how many times do I have to tell you fighting`s not our way." Simon scrutinizes Jesus, a shadow flies across his face; shaking his head he contradicts quietly. "It`s not your way, but it is mine." "However," Jesus frowns and stretches out an arm pointing at Annas who watches the scene interested. "Go and apologize to him." "You can`t be serious, Jesus." Jesus nods determined. "I am." Simon looks at Jesus at first stunned and unbelievingly, then pleadingly and furious, but finally he gives in and walks over to Annas. "I apologize." He forces each single syllable out of his mouth, his eyes glimmering with disgust and the pain of humiliation. Annas pierces him with a look that would even turn the desert into an ocean of ice, and when Simon doesn`t turn away his head or even blink, a slight smile curls his lips. "I would have done the same." He sneers. "Just I would have hit the target."
"Ah Simon," Olivia takes Simon`s hand, before he can do something ill- considered. "You are a Zealot, aren`t you? That is soooo interesting, you must tell me more about it." She looks up admiringly to him and Simon`s face begins to beam. "It was a wonderful time." He begins. Judas rolls his eyes. "What did you do, Olivia? Now he won`t stop anymore." Olivia pretends to not hear him and continues smiling at Simon, leading him away from Annas. "Why did you join Jesus and the others? I mean, you`re a fighter, and what a wonderful fighter you are." She sais with flattering voice. "He was a good fighter, noone would doubt that." Judas smirks mockingly and whispers into Olivia`s ear. "After all a brain wouldn`t be of use in that job." She shakes her head, trying to suppress a grin and concentrates on Simon. "So, why did you join a group that rejects fighting in every form." "What he said," Simon points at Jesus sighing. "Was good, he wanted to win us a kingdom." "of course he was talking about a kingdom AFTER life." Judas points out. "But who would ever care for details? Or was it too difficult to comprehend for our little spikey-haired-fight-machine?" Judas smirks mockingly, and ducks just the right moment to evade a fist that shoots towards him. "However," Simon turns to Olivia again. "I thought his message was okay, and I knew they`d need someone who would protect them, who would fight for them." His smile darkens. "But he wouldn`t let me. I could have saved him, I could have saved them all. I could have made his dream of a kingdom come true, in the real world, not in some spiritual far away reign. Life is always here and now. And life is what I cared for, my people, my country; with Jesus` charisma, with Judas` intellect, with Peters calmness and with my fighting ability we could have freed our people, we could have chased the Romans away." His blue eyes shine with enthusiasm, and all eyes are directed on the blonde Zealot, who has never built such long sentences before, and noone notices how the smile slowly vanishes from Judas` face giving place to a very thoughtful expression as he watches Simon closely. Jesus steps towards Simon and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Simon, I didn`t want to build a reign on earth. It wouldn`t have been different from all the kingdoms that existed before." "It would have been OUR kingdom." Simon turn around. "Can`t you see what you managed? You reached so many people, you influenced the whole world, all these people who still listen to your word, who still want to live after your message. You weren`t only our messiah, you`re the messiah of the whole world, and even more, you`re the messiah of all times. Even now, 2000 years later the masses cheer at you and they suffer for your death, and they follow you." He raves passionately. "But," he adds a bit more quietly. "You could reach even more, if you were there today, on earth, or if you at least sent someone down to spread your word, to confirm their trust in you, to fight your enemies, those ones who still pursuit your followers." He takes a deep breath. "Send me down to earth, Jesus, I can do this." Jesus shakes his head annoyed. "Simon, no." "Can`t you hear them shouting your name?"
And indeed suddenly a chorus of chanting voices resounds. CHRIST YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DID YOU SEE I WAVED I BELIEVE IN YOU AND GOD SO TELL ME THAT I`M SAVED
Simon joins in. CHRIST YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DID YOU SEE I WAVED
Jesus sighs. SIMON But Simon doesn`t stop; Peter, and Jacobus slowly begin to sing, hesitatingly Herodes, and even Pilate and Luzi can`t keep themselves from singing anylonger.
I BELIEVE IN YOU AND GOD SO TELL ME THAT I`M SAVED Judas throws Jesus a worried look, but he doesn`t notice, and stares flabbergasted at the singing people around him
JESUS I AM WITH YOU TOUCH ME TOUCH ME JESUS Judas rests his chin on his hands and frowns at the sight of all these halfecstatic faces and at the sound of these excited voices, amazed that people haven`t changed a little bit, still searching for a guru to guide their way, to free them from the load of thinking of their own. No, the human race hasn`t learned, hasn`t changed, they`re still the same, all of them, he shakes his head catching a glimpse of two green eyes that look at the scene as sceptical as he feels. JESUS I`M ON YOUR SIDE Slowly Olivia turns her head and her eyes meet Judas`, showing the same uneasiness she always felt confronted with the not existing consciousness of masses, and in the middle of the hectical feverish enthusiasm they share a calm knowing smile. KISS ME KISS ME
Simon runs to Jesus, grabbing his arm and pointing into the air that`s thick with the singing of uncountable voices. JESUS CHRIST WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED TO CONVINCE YOU THAT YOU`VE MADE IT AND YOU`RE EASILY AS STRONG AS THE FILTH FROM ROME WHO RAPE OUR COUNTRY AND WHO`VE TERRORIZED OUR PEOPLE FOR SO LONG
And the voices become thicker, stronger, filling the whole room, filling every gap where independent thinking still was possible, emotions intensified a thousand times by the collective penetrate the last empty corner of the mind. CHRIST YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DID YOU SEE I WAVED I BELIEVE IN YOU AND GOD SO TELL ME THAT I`M SAVED Simon`s eyes beam brilliantly when he bathes in these waves of whipped up emotions and extasy. LISTEN JESUS JESUS I AM WITH YOU TOUCH ME TOUCH ME JESUS JESUS I`M ON YOUR SIDE KISS ME KISS ME JESUS
Jesus stares at him petrified, then he tears his hand away from Simon`s grip and groans: "That`s not what I wanted, I never intended this." He looks back to Judas, horrified, while the masses cheer at him. Judas nods smiling ironically. "Do you see now the the power of collective stupidity?" he asks. LISTEN JESUS Simon tries to get back Jesus` attention. I`M WITH YOU JESUS THERE MUST BE OVER FIFTY THOUSNADS SCREAMING LOVE AND MORE FOR YOU EVERYONE OF FIFTY THOUSAND WOULD DO WHATEVER YOU ASK HIM TO:
"And you never saw the great possibilities." Judas`lips curl into a smirk. "How could you manipulate them now." KEEP THEM YELLING THEIR DEVOTION BUT ADD A TOUCH OF HATE AT ROME
"And what could you reach now" Judas mocks. YOU WILL RISE TO A GREATER POWER WE WILL WIN OURSELVES A HOME YOU`LL GET THE POWER AND THE GLORY FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER::: "maybe you just chose the wrong time." Judas looks provokingly at Jesus, who doesn`t dare to move. AMEN Simon turns to his messiah, his blue eyes shining with enthusiasm, and reaches for his hands. "Let me go down, Jesus. I`ll be your prophet." "No," Jesus steps backwards, his blue eyes flashing with a mixture of sadness and anger. "You don`t understand it, you still don`t understand." He turns away, leaving Simon standing like a lost sheep.
"I`m impressed." A cool voice sais. When Simon turns around, he sees Annas approach him. "But you know as well as I do that Jesus will never send you down to earth again, and that he will never let you fight. He didn`t when he was alive, why should he do now? But" A vivid glitter appears in the highpriest`s almost transparent eyes. "He`s not the only one who has the power to do so." And while Simon frowns and narrows his eyes, trying hard to understand, a sly smile glides over Annas face, as he hands the former disciple his knive. "You may need it one day." Sais Annas, turns around and walks out of the room, giving the impression as if he would be floating without touching the ground.
"Simon!" Jesus hisses irated and hurries over to his rebellious disciple. "What the hell did you plan to do?" Simon doesn`t reply, but Judas strolls closer and smirks ironically. "Let think about it, JC. He had a knife, with a sharp blade, he aimed that knife at Annas and he threw it." He put a finger on his lips pretending to think really hard. "I may be wrong but I think he wanted to stab him." Jesus throws Judas a devestating glance. "Your cynism isn`t very helpful, Judas." "Okay," Judas shrugs and returns to sit down on the stairs again. "I wanted to help. But if you don`t want an explanation, why do you ask then?" Jesus turns to Simon, who stands before him like an obstinate schoolboy waiting to be scolded. "You really wanted to kill Annas? What is driving you?" Simon folds his arms and stares to the ground. "He`d deserve to die." He mumbles. "What do you say? I didn`t hear you." Jesus sais in the tone of someone who`s overly happy to have found someone to rebuke. Simon looks defiantly at Jesus. "he threatened to kill you." "Ah that again." Jesus sighs and smiles softly. "Simon, how many times do I have to tell you fighting`s not our way." Simon scrutinizes Jesus, a shadow flies across his face; shaking his head he contradicts quietly. "It`s not your way, but it is mine." "However," Jesus frowns and stretches out an arm pointing at Annas who watches the scene interested. "Go and apologize to him." "You can`t be serious, Jesus." Jesus nods determined. "I am." Simon looks at Jesus at first stunned and unbelievingly, then pleadingly and furious, but finally he gives in and walks over to Annas. "I apologize." He forces each single syllable out of his mouth, his eyes glimmering with disgust and the pain of humiliation. Annas pierces him with a look that would even turn the desert into an ocean of ice, and when Simon doesn`t turn away his head or even blink, a slight smile curls his lips. "I would have done the same." He sneers. "Just I would have hit the target."
"Ah Simon," Olivia takes Simon`s hand, before he can do something ill- considered. "You are a Zealot, aren`t you? That is soooo interesting, you must tell me more about it." She looks up admiringly to him and Simon`s face begins to beam. "It was a wonderful time." He begins. Judas rolls his eyes. "What did you do, Olivia? Now he won`t stop anymore." Olivia pretends to not hear him and continues smiling at Simon, leading him away from Annas. "Why did you join Jesus and the others? I mean, you`re a fighter, and what a wonderful fighter you are." She sais with flattering voice. "He was a good fighter, noone would doubt that." Judas smirks mockingly and whispers into Olivia`s ear. "After all a brain wouldn`t be of use in that job." She shakes her head, trying to suppress a grin and concentrates on Simon. "So, why did you join a group that rejects fighting in every form." "What he said," Simon points at Jesus sighing. "Was good, he wanted to win us a kingdom." "of course he was talking about a kingdom AFTER life." Judas points out. "But who would ever care for details? Or was it too difficult to comprehend for our little spikey-haired-fight-machine?" Judas smirks mockingly, and ducks just the right moment to evade a fist that shoots towards him. "However," Simon turns to Olivia again. "I thought his message was okay, and I knew they`d need someone who would protect them, who would fight for them." His smile darkens. "But he wouldn`t let me. I could have saved him, I could have saved them all. I could have made his dream of a kingdom come true, in the real world, not in some spiritual far away reign. Life is always here and now. And life is what I cared for, my people, my country; with Jesus` charisma, with Judas` intellect, with Peters calmness and with my fighting ability we could have freed our people, we could have chased the Romans away." His blue eyes shine with enthusiasm, and all eyes are directed on the blonde Zealot, who has never built such long sentences before, and noone notices how the smile slowly vanishes from Judas` face giving place to a very thoughtful expression as he watches Simon closely. Jesus steps towards Simon and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Simon, I didn`t want to build a reign on earth. It wouldn`t have been different from all the kingdoms that existed before." "It would have been OUR kingdom." Simon turn around. "Can`t you see what you managed? You reached so many people, you influenced the whole world, all these people who still listen to your word, who still want to live after your message. You weren`t only our messiah, you`re the messiah of the whole world, and even more, you`re the messiah of all times. Even now, 2000 years later the masses cheer at you and they suffer for your death, and they follow you." He raves passionately. "But," he adds a bit more quietly. "You could reach even more, if you were there today, on earth, or if you at least sent someone down to spread your word, to confirm their trust in you, to fight your enemies, those ones who still pursuit your followers." He takes a deep breath. "Send me down to earth, Jesus, I can do this." Jesus shakes his head annoyed. "Simon, no." "Can`t you hear them shouting your name?"
And indeed suddenly a chorus of chanting voices resounds. CHRIST YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DID YOU SEE I WAVED I BELIEVE IN YOU AND GOD SO TELL ME THAT I`M SAVED
Simon joins in. CHRIST YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DID YOU SEE I WAVED
Jesus sighs. SIMON But Simon doesn`t stop; Peter, and Jacobus slowly begin to sing, hesitatingly Herodes, and even Pilate and Luzi can`t keep themselves from singing anylonger.
I BELIEVE IN YOU AND GOD SO TELL ME THAT I`M SAVED Judas throws Jesus a worried look, but he doesn`t notice, and stares flabbergasted at the singing people around him
JESUS I AM WITH YOU TOUCH ME TOUCH ME JESUS Judas rests his chin on his hands and frowns at the sight of all these halfecstatic faces and at the sound of these excited voices, amazed that people haven`t changed a little bit, still searching for a guru to guide their way, to free them from the load of thinking of their own. No, the human race hasn`t learned, hasn`t changed, they`re still the same, all of them, he shakes his head catching a glimpse of two green eyes that look at the scene as sceptical as he feels. JESUS I`M ON YOUR SIDE Slowly Olivia turns her head and her eyes meet Judas`, showing the same uneasiness she always felt confronted with the not existing consciousness of masses, and in the middle of the hectical feverish enthusiasm they share a calm knowing smile. KISS ME KISS ME
Simon runs to Jesus, grabbing his arm and pointing into the air that`s thick with the singing of uncountable voices. JESUS CHRIST WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED TO CONVINCE YOU THAT YOU`VE MADE IT AND YOU`RE EASILY AS STRONG AS THE FILTH FROM ROME WHO RAPE OUR COUNTRY AND WHO`VE TERRORIZED OUR PEOPLE FOR SO LONG
And the voices become thicker, stronger, filling the whole room, filling every gap where independent thinking still was possible, emotions intensified a thousand times by the collective penetrate the last empty corner of the mind. CHRIST YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DID YOU SEE I WAVED I BELIEVE IN YOU AND GOD SO TELL ME THAT I`M SAVED Simon`s eyes beam brilliantly when he bathes in these waves of whipped up emotions and extasy. LISTEN JESUS JESUS I AM WITH YOU TOUCH ME TOUCH ME JESUS JESUS I`M ON YOUR SIDE KISS ME KISS ME JESUS
Jesus stares at him petrified, then he tears his hand away from Simon`s grip and groans: "That`s not what I wanted, I never intended this." He looks back to Judas, horrified, while the masses cheer at him. Judas nods smiling ironically. "Do you see now the the power of collective stupidity?" he asks. LISTEN JESUS Simon tries to get back Jesus` attention. I`M WITH YOU JESUS THERE MUST BE OVER FIFTY THOUSNADS SCREAMING LOVE AND MORE FOR YOU EVERYONE OF FIFTY THOUSAND WOULD DO WHATEVER YOU ASK HIM TO:
"And you never saw the great possibilities." Judas`lips curl into a smirk. "How could you manipulate them now." KEEP THEM YELLING THEIR DEVOTION BUT ADD A TOUCH OF HATE AT ROME
"And what could you reach now" Judas mocks. YOU WILL RISE TO A GREATER POWER WE WILL WIN OURSELVES A HOME YOU`LL GET THE POWER AND THE GLORY FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER::: "maybe you just chose the wrong time." Judas looks provokingly at Jesus, who doesn`t dare to move. AMEN Simon turns to his messiah, his blue eyes shining with enthusiasm, and reaches for his hands. "Let me go down, Jesus. I`ll be your prophet." "No," Jesus steps backwards, his blue eyes flashing with a mixture of sadness and anger. "You don`t understand it, you still don`t understand." He turns away, leaving Simon standing like a lost sheep.
"I`m impressed." A cool voice sais. When Simon turns around, he sees Annas approach him. "But you know as well as I do that Jesus will never send you down to earth again, and that he will never let you fight. He didn`t when he was alive, why should he do now? But" A vivid glitter appears in the highpriest`s almost transparent eyes. "He`s not the only one who has the power to do so." And while Simon frowns and narrows his eyes, trying hard to understand, a sly smile glides over Annas face, as he hands the former disciple his knive. "You may need it one day." Sais Annas, turns around and walks out of the room, giving the impression as if he would be floating without touching the ground.