I've noticed I haven't put a disclaimer anywhere so now:

Disclaimer: I don't owe anything, it's all of ALW, Tim Rice and that guy upstairs who sits on a cloud, the onewith the big beard (or, like some call him, God). (snif) I always get very depressed by those disclaimers.


John watched Jesus coming off the stairs, head pensive bowed. The white robe softly rustled when he stopped for the table they just had placed there. The apostles all grinned and looked happily at Jesus. Well, almost all, John thought when he saw Judas. Jesus' best friend hadn't even raised the head when he had come in. He stared at the ground, tossing the bottle of wine in his hands around.

Jesus slowly took the bottle of wine on the table and served the contents into the big cup. He took the cup up, holding it at eye level. When he started to speak, his voice was calm, but also unbearable sad.

"The end," Jesus said quietly, "is just a little harder when brought about by friends…" John frowning looked at his older brother, James, then at the others, and saw the other apostles do the same. What did Jesus mean? Judas' hand was now before his mouth. He was probably angry again, thought John irritated.

"For all you care, this wine could be my blood…" Jesus passed the cup to Peter, who sat next to him. Peter took almost carefully a sip and passed it also.

"For all you care, this bread could be my body…" Jesus took the bread that lay on the table and broke it in two, passing it also to the apostles left and right from him.

"This is my blood you drink…" John saw Simon, who just had drunk from the cup, looking up, shocked.

"This is my body you eat…"Thaddaeus, who just had a piece of the bread in his hands, quickly lay it on the table.

John looked at Jesus' face. God, he looked full of sorrow. "If you would remember me while you eat and drink." There was a deadly silence. It looked for a moment like Jesus would sit down, but then fury flashed up in his usual so friendly eyes and his fist hit the table with force. They all started, jumping up, and he shouted at them.

"I must be mad thinking I'll be remembered!" he yelled. "Yes, I must've been crazy! Look at all your blank faces!" he pointed, while they all stared at him. Only Judas still sat down, not looking at Jesus. "My name will mean nothing, ten minutes after I'm dead! One of you denies me and one of you betrays me!" They all started to shout, telling him it was not true, that no one would betray him. Only Judas still sat down. John was getting very annoyed with him, till he saw Judas' face. There was plain fear on his features. Fear? Judas? John briefly thought before turning his attention to Jesus again.

Jesus stopped and pointed a finger at Peter, who stood at the other side of the table. At his words fell a heavy silence and they all backed away. "Peter will deny me, in just a few hours! And for three times!" Peter looked shocked, in disbelieve, his entire attitude asking how Jesus could say that. Jesus looked around, his face grim. He walked to the right side of the table, just opposite to Judas. "And that's not all. I see one of you here dining, one of my twelve chosen will leave to betray me!"

Judas finally stood up too, slamming on the table. "Would you please cut out the dramatics?" he sneered. "You know very well who-"

Jesus angry turned to him. "Why don't you go do it?"

Judas stood for a moment stupefied, but then furious ran towards Jesus. "You want me to do it!"

Jesus was quicker though, and by the time Judas stood were he had been, Jesus stood at the other side of the table. "Hurry! They're waiting!"

"If you knew why I do it-" Judas tried, making an attempt to sound calm.

"I don't care why you do it!" Jesus shouted, slamming the table again.

"To think I admired you, for now I despise you!" Judas grabbed the white tablecloth and pulled it of the table, so everything that had stood there clashed on the ground and was smashed. John and the other apostles watched like in a dream… It couldn't be Judas… it wasn't possibly Judas

"You liar! You Judas!" Jesus pointed at his best friend.

"You want me to do it!" Judas ran again towards Jesus, but just like the last time Jesus was much quicker. "What if I just stayed here and ruined your ambitions? Christ, you deserve it!" Judas tried to sound mocking, but failed.

"Hurry, you fool!" Jesus yelled. "Hurry and go! Save me your speeches; I don't want to hear them! Go!" He pointed towards the exit.

Judas stepped on the table and started to walk towards Jesus, who just looked at him. All the apostles regained consciousness and ran towards Judas, shouting and trying to stop him. "You sad, pathetic man! See where we've come! Our ideals die around us, all because of you! And now the saddest cut! Someone has to turn you in! Like a common criminal!" He had now reached Jesus and pushed him hard against the ground. "Like a wounded beast!" the apostles tried to get him off the table. John and Matthew walked over to Jesus to see if he was hurt, but he pushed them away. He walked away, and for a moment it looked like he would leave. "Like a faded lunatic!" shouted Judas after him.

Jesus abruptly stopped and also stepped on the table. "Get out, they're waiting!" He pointed again towards the exit. Judas looked at the ground and raised his hands, like he wanted to stop Jesus. Jesus tried to look him in the eye. "Get out! They're waiting, for you!"

Finally Judas looked up. "Every time I look at you, I don't understand why you let everything become like this!" Judas fell on his knees, his legs seemed unable to carry him anymore. "You'd have managed better if you had it under control! Jesus!" He put his arms around Jesus' knees, in a silent plea. His face was wet and his eyes closed. They all stared for some time. Jesus lowered his hands slowly, like he wanted to lay them on Judas' head. But before he could do so, Judas got up, stepped off the table and walked quickly away, dragging a hand through his hair. Jesus watched him go, in his face something like pity.

John suddenly felt very sleepy and listless. Kind of like the time Jesus had given him a sleeping draught. But now he hadn't got one, had he? He looked around. The other apostles looked as tired as he was. Some were already seeking a place to sleep. He tried to think. Maybe there had been a sleeping draught in something he had drunk. But he hadn't drunk at all that day. Or wait… this afternoon, they had, with the eleven of them (Jesus and Judas had refused), drunk an entire barrel with water empty… it had been in the neighbourhood of the Roman temple… The Roman priests... They had been poisoned… He sat down on the stairs and rubbed in his eyes, making an attempt to stay awake… Judas had gone to get the soldiers… They should get Jesus out of here… He found his head lying against a pillar. His eyelids were so heavy…

He thought he heard Jesus whispering. "Will no one stay awake with me? Peter, John, James? Will none of you wait with me? Peter, John, James?"

He had to wake up…

Darkness.


That was it for today. Hope you enjoyed it. Anyway, pleaaaaase review!