Nineteen years later:
Two men descended down the stairs into the cavernous lair. They wore the finest suits available to them, and because they were twins, they wore different colored, very expensive sun glasses everyday so people could tell them apart. They always wore their best during a business deal; but this was a deal gone sour. The two brothers reached the bottom of the staircase and found themselves in a candle lit arena, in all corners of the room there could be found hooded monks standing up straight against the wall with blank expressions on their face.
"What kind of crazy cult is this Johnny?"
"I don't give a shit Bro as long as they give us our money I don't care what is going on."
The two men spotted their target a lone man sitting in the middle of the room meditating, He looked to be around nineteen going on forty, his face showed his youth but it also told the tale of a man who had seen dozens of battles in his life time. His hair was colored green to match his eyes.
"Hey Jimmy watch me scare the money out of this guy" said the brother with brown glasses.
"Hey you, we've got business to take care of here, we ain't got all day."
The green haired boy opened his eyes and turned towards the men, a look of irritation came over his face as he got up.
He walked over to them silently his eyes never leaving theirs.
The two brothers considered themselves to be very powerful; they weren't used to people looking them straight in the eye.
"Let me ask you ask you something" said Johnny trying his best to sound tough.
"What kind of screwed up religion is this any way?"
"We aren't a religion, in fact to the One atheism must seem like less of an insult to him. We are the chosen few enlightened by the Great Azariel to the truth. The world is beautiful gentleman but it has a disease known as man."
"Well the only thing we worship is the almighty dollar, so don't try and push any of that you can be saved too crap on us" said Johnny as he gives his brother a high five.
Suddenly all of the monks in the room begin to chant in unison:
Judex crederis esse venturus
In die illa tremenda
Quando caeli movendi sunt
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favila
Quando Judex est venturus
Confutatis maledictis
Flammis acribus addictis
The chant echoed throughout the lair, resounding off the walls.
The brothers stepped back in terror.
"What the hell are they saying?" cried Johnny.
The boy closed his eyes as if he was meditating again then he began to speak.
"Our judge we believe shall come
On that terrible day
When the heavens shall be moved
Day of wrath, that day
Shall consume the world in ashes
When the Judge is come
When the damned shall be cast down
into the searing flames"
When he was done he opened his eyes and once again gazed upon the men who were now noticeably frightened.
"Lets get the money and get the hell out of here bro" whispered Jimmy.
"Right Jimmy right, Um you're Victor right; the leader here if I'm not mistaken".
"Victor is the name only my closest companions are allowed to call me; you can call me Malak the angel of truth."
"Right the angel of truth sure, this guy is whacked" Johnny whispered back to his brother.
"Well Malak we had a contract here, that states for the next couple of years, we would supply your group with the latest weapons, but it seems you've stopped your payments."
Malak turned away from them with an indifferent attitude; he sat back down and returned to his meditation.
"Hey I'm talking here, you arrogant bastard."
"We are no longer in need of your services we have enough power now to move on our own" Malak told them as he continued to meditate.
"But we have a seven year contract, you can't just back out of it" roared Johnny.
"Leave now, tonight is very important to me. I don't need your insignificant chatter in my ear, besides it won't be the same world in one year let alone seven," said Malak callously.
"Yeah well maybe not for you" Jimmy reached into his pockets to pull out his cell phone.
"Alright boys initiate plan 65" he screamed into the phone.
"Now our mercenaries upstairs should be crashing this party any minute now, no one welshes on the Langdon brothers no one," laughed Johnny
Five minutes later there was still no sign of the mercenaries.
Jimmy reached for his phone again.
"Don't bother" said Malak who still had his back turned to them "your men are all dead."
"What the f--" Jimmy looked back at his phone then to Malak "How?"
His brother shrugged pulled out a small pistol from his suit pocket and aimed it at Malak.
"Enough of this shit; give us the money or you're dead."
Malak picked himself off the ground and walked towards them.
"Get back or I'll blow your brains all over this room"
He continued to move towards them.
"You asked for it."
Johnny fired one shot at Malak's head, but he did not fall.
"What the hell?"
Malak opened his palm to reveal the bullet embedded in his bleeding hand the pain seemed to be of no consequence to him, then he continued to move closer towards them.
"Shit"
Johnny fired more shots at him; each bullet was blocked by Malak as he collected them in the palm of his hand. In the blink of an eye while Johnny was trying to reload Malak grabbed him off the ground and held him in the air.
"Hey let my brother go" screamed Jimmy but his cowardice was now coming to light as he backed away.
"So you are weapons dealer; allow me to show you how much pain you have caused over the years."
Malak gazed into Johnny's eyes as if he was hypnotizing him, suddenly Johnny's consciousness was ripped away from him. He felt as though he was being transported to another body. He opened his eyes to find himself on what seemed to be a battlefield.
"What is this, an illusion?"
He asked as a grenade rolled near his feet, it was their company's newest model; crowd control was what he had named it. The grenade erupted near him sending shock waves of pain through his body.
Abruptly he found himself running through the forest, running for his life. Somehow he knew someone was aiming at him. Someone was aiming at him with the new X32 sniper rifle; the one that could nick a fly off a cow's ass from two hundred yards. That's the tagline he had given it. Before he could say a word he felt the bullet plunging into his brain. He awoke a second later strapped to a chair, three men stood in front of him, they were faceless. One of the men carried with him a large object, Johnny recognized it immediately, it was a flamethrower. One of them turned it on too full blast, Johnny screamed as the flames inched closer to his body.
Malak let Johnny's body fall to the ground. The man's body seemed to have aged 40 years, as he quivered screaming on the ground his hair had mysteriously turned white.
"Wha, What did you do to him?" Stammered Jimmy.
"A thousand deaths in less than a minute will do that to a man, I made him feel all of the pain he's caused over the years. A very interesting spell indeed, although it does take a lot out of the spell caster."
"Well fix him, bring him back to normal."
Malak turned to him "okay I will if you offer to take his place."
"What are you crazy?"
"He is your brother right, are you saying you will not risk your life for his?"
Jimmy stared at the body quivering on the ground, he wondered what his brother would have done, and then he made his decision. He ran up the stairs and headed for the exit.
An older monk appeared before Malak "are you sure we should let him go?"
"Yes, let him live with his decision for now, he and all like him will meet their fate soon."
"You have grown wise Malak if only your father could see how you carry on his mission; if only he could see the day you were chosen."
A blank stare went over Malak's face as if he was caught in his own trance; his body fell to the floor.
Middleton U boy's Dorm
Felix lay asleep in his bed; a long day had wiped him out for the night, but if he had stayed up just a little longer he may have seen his roommate soul being ripped from his body as he slept.
"What the heck is going on here?" Ron cried as he was sucked into a swirling glowing vortex, then everything went dark.
Opening his eyes Ron found himself in beautiful meadow.
"Where am I?" he wondered.
"Welcome Stoppable" a voice addressed him from behind.
Ron turned to find himself face to face with the chancellor.
"Whoa dude, don't sneak up on me like that."
"Stoppable you are one of two chosen to become my successor" the old angel continued.
"Successor to what?" Ron looked around him, his eyes exploring his surroundings "Man this the weirdest dream I've had ever, first of all were are the dancing girls"
"In one year if you survive the trials, you shall become as I am an all powerful immortal, which is what it means to become my successor"
"Right immortal sure; so is this dream just going to be about me and you only grandpa, because then you could just wake me up right now."
The angel looked exasperated "listen to me son; this is important, you are no ordinary boy, in fact all of the events in your life have occurred just for this purpose. Being exposed to Tai Shing Pek Quar, studying at the Yamanouchi school, the missions you have been involved with, the people you've met. All of this was necessary for you to come to your decision.
Ron looked at the shining figure "wow that is some heavy stuff, so what is this decision I have to make?"
"You must vote on the survival of your fellow humans."
"Interesting" said Ron his hands on his chin as if he was mulling this over. "Hmmm, I've decided, I don't want to have anything to do with this."
"What?" Exclaimed the angel
"Yeah that seems like too big of a responsibility, I've got to pass on this."
"But this is your destiny Stoppable, your fate."
"Yes thank you I appreciate the thought but I'm not the right man for a job like this, now please point me to the exit. So I can move on to a better dream."
"Stoppable I will be speaking to you periodically as time passes; in our next meeting I will give you your first objective. And remember you cannot run away from this, the wheels have already been set in motion. There are more things at risk here than you can imagine, you must embrace your destiny."
"Maybe your hearing aid isn't working pops, I'm getting married soon and I've got school to finish up. This is not a job I want to get involved with." Ron said walking away from the shining specter.
"I believe you will soon find, that you don't have a choice, this does not only affect you but also the ones you love."
Ron turned around eying the angel suspiciously "and what exactly does that mean?"
"We shall meet again Stoppable" with a wave of the angels hand Ron is plunged back into the dark vortex. He is sent flying through the air at a tremendous speed until he comes crashing back down into his body.
He awoke face down on the floor.
"Ron what happened?" inquired Felix sitting on his bed.
"Nothing just a bad dream I guess" Ron answered as he picked himself up.
Malak quickly rose to his feet.
"Hassan it is done, the time we have waited for will finally be upon us. In one years time I will pass judgment on mankind once and for all."
"Then this also means that the other chosen is now aware of the situation, what do you want us to do?"
Malak looked past Hassan already planning the rest of the year in his head "obviously we must kill him, I must, at all cost be the successor. As long as another candidate is alive he is a danger to our mission."
"I will make sure your paths never cross, Sir," replied Hassan.
Malak looked up at the ceiling, featured there was a huge portrait of the man Malak called father.
"Guide me father so I can be my best, give me the strength to follow through with the will of Azariel."
"Your father would be so proud if he were alive" remarked Hassan.
"Yes I'm sure of it" Malak then noticed the still quivering body on the floor.
"Oh and Hassan please remove this trash from our sacred circle."