Hawai, Honolu.
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Over at some bed and breakfast building, when the sun was reaching up to the bright blue sky.
While barely hanging onto a cigarette and sitting on her bed at noontime, Mary scrubbed through her notebook while she clutchered over her accoustic guitar against herself. She needed to let this out of her chest and right now.
Somewhere in the night, we would know.
Everything can lovers know, you're my song!
Music, too magic to end..
I'll play you over, and over again!
Love is so warm,
Moving so right!
Close your eyes and feel alive!
We'll just go on burning bright!
Somewhere in the night!
"Heck, I hope it doesn't suck onto out live than it'd be on paper.." She groaned through her cigarette and took it out as she blurred out a smoke, frustrated by the words and how cheesy they seemed onto paper than they sounded through her mind. Startled up by a freaking dream this morning, Mary ran back down from her bed to find her guitar and her notebook, like a lunatic woman.
The lyrics came through a dream when she opened the door to a man, long and light brownish hair with hazel eyes and wore a white long robe, when theirs eyes stared down to themselves, with interest.
Not much of a dream, but an hauntening memory. To real to escape from its reality. It was him!
Her heart had been screaming it, enough she was suffocating in her dream!
Not to forget, it was a few days after he saved her from her seven demons, and the day before he got betrayed by one of his followers, he wanted to at least say the words, before the roman guards found him before they found him at Gethsemane garden, after the last supper.
But his eyes had told her, whatever she feared the most to come true. And the song she frustratingly was writing was about their last time together, before the crucifixion. He came by to her tent to say goodbye.
"No. You can't! It can't be, tonight." She kept denying it as she was now shaking her head. No. It couldn't! Not when she did learn to love a man. And this man had helped her out, to believe that love was real and true.
True love.
"By dawn, Judas would betray me and Peter would deny me.." He confided into her through her frightened stare, with an defeated sigh which he was also scared by it. It would have been so easy to be born without feelings, but it couldn't. Mary of Magdala couldn't deny her heart or the feellings she had deep down of her heart."You needed to know it by me and not from someone else. Mary." Jesus turned away as she felt her breath getting all caught up.
"No. I can't let you die through, it. No. I can't!"
"It has to be this way..Mary. I can't avoid it.."
"You're a good person, Jesus! I just can't let you die without a fight!" Mary had bursted on as she couldn't help herself but to cling onto his robe sleeves. "I just can't and let you go!" And yet, he looked down onto her fists holding onto his sleeves. Hard to not let him go, which made him release a weak but sad smile when he looked back up to her dark and awaitening tears through her eyes. Almost as he could share the same way as well when he cleared up his throat, bravely.
"That's what I admire about you, Mary Of Magdala."
"What?" Her eyebrows narrowed into confusion when he nearly cracked up a nervous chuckle when it sounded close to a choking sob.
"You're fierce and so strong, close to Judas but way more than you know. And the love you show to the people you care is much more stronger when all the apostles don't have the courage to prove when you do and your heart shows it by the tears you've let fall down."
"Jesus." Mary couldn't held up the falling tears from hiding any longer. He did loved her! He did!
"A love, that you're not ashamed to show and prove. That's what I've seen in you and today as well. You're the most braviest woman that I know and wouldn't hesitate to prove whatever is wrong can be true. The first who is not afraid to speak up. It is sad enough that none of the apostle wanted you to follow me and yet, here you are and with here. Loving me not only as a teacher but as a human man. The real me deep down inside. And only you, Mary, managed to reach me down." He held his palm towards his chest.
And then, slowly, he touched back her cheek as tears started to fall over her skin. One last touch that would mark her loving and heartbreaking heart, forever. No. She couldn't let the man who was her master, savior and love of her life to die easily by dawn. It wan't fair.
"Jesus. You can't just leave." At this sentence, he released weak smile towards his features.
"I've came here to say, goodbye, Mary and knowning you'll take good care of my brothers and my mother as well. How I've been happy to spend time with you. You, whom of all of them had seen me a as a man and nothing else. The real me. Loved me for who I am deep down. Respected me even if your heart wouldn't let me go.."
And she wouldn't. Not leaving him without letting him know how hard she felt about him.
And Mary wasn't ready to let him go, without letting him know how she felt.
She watched him trying to take her fingers away from his tunic and kiss them as he shut his eyes, when she felt his lips caressed her knuckles.
"Thank you, for loving me, Mary. Thank you." Jesus whispered through her knuckles which made her gasp with a sob. She couldn't help. She couldn't let him leave. And yet, she felt his tears through her fingers.
He was crying and frightened to die as well as he looked to be. Strong and invicible as he seemed to be. Mary knew it as much it was tearing her apart deep down.
And especially when he stepped away from her touch. Which left her scared for an unthinking second.
As he was stepping away.
No. She couldn't let him leave.
No.
Mary watched him turn his back away from her. No! No!
She couldn't let him go without letting him know the feelings deep down of her shattered heart.
If she'd go to hell for her desperate action, then so be it!
Determinated, she held back her long white robe trail, ran and fast as she could to grab by his shoulders and whirled around and kiss him, with all her might as he stood with shock.
Him, mostly.
Lips connected against hers as she held close to her body to be able to feel him one last time. She put her harms around him was her fingers went through his hair locks, touching his neck.
Before he would die, for her sins.
And would she die to respect his words and widsom and not to forget his love for her.
Weird, did he responsed through her kisses as passion leaded through its way between them through the heated night when she felt him clutch over long black locks and pushed his tongue even harder through her mouth, moaning for breathing until he broken away and looked back at stunned as he nearly fell from his step, not to forget the way he touched his lips after he broke the kiss with surprise. Frightened even. When he felt out of breath here.
Oh God.
"Mary.." He responsed back through breathing air when she was standing there, still breathing hyperventilating from the surprising kiss they've shared. But when she tried to make a step foreward, he just turned back and walked away from her.
When still remained onto the spot where he left her on that heated night.
Damn. What the heck? Had she done?
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Mary breathed her song through paper, as the sky thundered with hatred. Red sky and anger as she wrote down the last lyrics onto the paper as she pushed the long dark of her locks away from her sight. And dropped her her guitar, slowly onto the ground right next to her.
She even wondered if Jesus remembered her, today.
Knowing if he could read through her song, the love she always expressed from him.
Who knows where. Who goes there? Who knows? Here it goes.
Like the song she gotten so startled up, by its voice.
And for a weird feeling, she had a feeling he had the same feelings.
The mind churns, the heart yearns, the tears dry, without you.
And yet, she remembered him. Wondered if he remembered her, today when she was ready to comeback to him, alive.
Hope to feel him alive through her embrace.
Throwing out her cigarette onto the ashtray onto the nightstand at her left side, Mary ran through her fingers through her dark locks as she tried to finish the last words of the song here.
Let him know how she felt of him. The savior who saved her many years ago. Loved him as a human. For the man he was.
Loved the man she wished to be with, many decades of. And she'd be fighting for him until her dying breath. Until she woken up with this memory to stay as Judas stated in order to save him. if they could meet again as before as they danced, happily.
One day, they'll be dancing happily, and without any regrets like the time she kissed him before she could lose him, forever.
But now, she decided she was coming home. Finally.
To see him once again after that brutal meeting when they've had and saved her back from the hospital psychiatric ward, five months ago, once again. When her seven demons all vanished away through him. However, it wasn't without a price. She couldn't possibly all the session but only the pain he carried over after she had awakened from the nightmare and had witnessed with horror from the way he collapsed down onto the pale floorfrom exhaustion and pain, that Lucifer has indead came back. And it had been because of her.
Even Jesus saved her, it wasn't without a price and the ex-guardian angel came back to torture people minds. Men and women were at war, today. Because of Lucifer who reigned today.
Mary had sensed that Jesus had been cursed by her demons and they weren't ready to go away anytime soon.
...
"Hum, Jesus. You need anything to eat in here? I've made some tuna sandwich." John had knocked over the door as he waited for answer.
"Tuna sandwich?" Answered a sounded voice as it camed out from slumber.
"Yup. A special price from Peter. Fish sandwich with some mayonaise, lettuce and tomatoes. Feel okay, with that?"
"Maybe later. I'm not that hungry right now. John." The man barely ate ever since he came back.
"Brother." John had almost begged back through the door.
"I'll be alright. No worries. I just need some rest now." Or more probably, he didn't wanted to see anyone now. Unless it was John feeding him up and dragging him out. It left the poor man out with worry as he walked back to the small two men were waiting for him. One with the wild hair onto the grey janitor clothes while the other had long messy dark hair tied up onto a ponytail. Where his brother James and Simon were waiting for him sitting over the table.
"So, how is he?" James was the first to speak out when his young brother took out three water bottles and sat down. John ran his fingers through his blond curly hair, with despair.
"Less worse, than yesterday. His wounds from his hands had stopped to bleed, for a short time." John sighed as he sat down in front of them."Last night, he woken me up with a chilling scream."
"The demons he casted out from that girl at the hospital?"
"Probably." John had pushed back."The worst night ever. He kept telling me that he was seeing Lucifer mocking him back and with no power, he couldn't defeat him. He's been trapped ever since he was discharged."
"Never said who that girl was?"
"Never said a word as if he wanted to protect her identity." John has pushed back and took a bite into his sandwich."Seems like he had known that woman from many years ago."
"Damn, this is bad. Never thought I'd hear him be so scared of nightmares, now."
"James. Jesus is also human, you seem to forget that." Simon argued back. The one with the wild long dark braids, long beard and janitor clothes. But the wild spirit he had, was still into him today. Despite the decades.
While James had stayed serious and a protective brother towards John. As a brother whom had taken his step away from Jesus's path a few moments ago when he heard that the man was back, but not the way he turned out to be, sadly. When John, just couldn't.
"And you almost pushed him onto hatred mood against the romans, Simon. Remember?"
"And pushed them to hate us? And the women who hate our guts? Is that what you're trying to say?" Simon pushed back feeling the shame he did put his friend, a longtime ago.
"And Lilith, is also the worst human kind to push women to hate men. Luckily Magdala is away from her sight or else she'll get herself brainwashed! Man! A man could get killed if he is seen with a woman or hurting one!" James had argued back with a wince. The world had changed so much that they had such hard time to focus onto the people of today.
"What about women who betray one of them?" Simon replied back as he rubbed his eyes with exhaustion.
"Probably the same sinister end." John had traced back the conversation.
"Damn, Lilith had grown way more evil that scares many men around today. Judas's better watch his ass if he ever wants to comeback here. After all, he did critisized Mary's behavior many years ago." James had fussed over it, when Simon turned his palms over in defeat.
"For what? For calling her a whore?"
"Seriously, guys. Drop it." John interviened back which made the men stop from fighting.
"Uh?"
"I've noticed a few things lately, whenever Mary's name is heard, Jesus jumps more often than he did."
"Think, he's more connected to her than the most of us?" James guessed as John gave a little nod over here. Obivious.
"Well. She hasn't gave up onto him ever since that day. Guess, she was more onto him than we did before. Had more guts than we did."
"No wonder why Judas thought we were a bit cowards back then." Simon scoffed under his breath with disgust.
"Not Mary. She didn't. Never did. No wonder. He did loved her better than he did with the rest of us. She had the guts to love him, before. When we all backed away in hard times."
"But John.." James's comforting voice had interrupted him, when his young brother's eyes looked up at him."You were there for him too. When the rest of us were all cowards to be there."
"True, but Mary had been for him all the time, and loving him, and I believe he did returned back." The men had stayed silent, unmtil Simon's phone woken them up.
"Holy crap!" Simon got all alarmed up by his phone who just vibrated. He took it and went through his text messengers. His eyes had gotten wide up with amusement.
"What now?" John had asked back with excitement. When Simon went back at his face with a grin.
"You'd never guess who just texted me! That jackass Judas Iscariot! And that jerk is coming back!" Simon had almost scoffed back with a crazy laughter that brought the brothers into confusion. Why would Judas ever comeback? In a time like this?
Why?
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Mid-noon, at the Sharpie's diner. Judas was eating his breakfast after he did sent a text to that crazy Simon, the zealot and went back onto eating his eggs leaving the guy into shock.
Yup, he was back.
After a short period of time, he finally decided to comeback onto town. But not before, he did heard from the radio that there's has been an wretched war between the two genders here.
Men and women were at war. Leading by a female demon. Lilith and the ex-guardian angel, Lucifer.
Dividing the world onto enemies.
And not to forget Christ's return, five months ago. He was back. How incredible! Probably because the world was nearly reaching its end, now. But no bomb was unleashed yet.
And no woman came around at him to punish him, either. Heck, he managed to keep himself quiet when he camed out from the bus, full of men when it nearly came across an almost violent prostation full of women. He, luckily made it through without a scratch with his beige hat covering his eyes and his bag onto his back, as he went through inside the diner like a silent mouse.
And, it was full of men, here. Luckily. But not forget a few white truckers had looked away from their corner to see his face as he sat down onto a bench close to the window. Well, some things wouldn't change, it's not they haven't seen a black and skinny guy in years!
And yet his attention had gotten struck when his eyes looked over at a young and petite woman with pale skin, black long hair and blue eyes who was walking among them. Who didn't yell or sang over with the angry women, demanding for power andlouder, and louder!
Who was she again?
She had this saddness stuck onto her features, an unforgiving pain that seemed to have had haunted her, for so many years. That Judas couldn't recall.
And then, he did remember another woman calling her by the name of Salome. Salome? Who was she again-
Damn. She was the one who ordered the John The Baptist's murder. She did! She was!But he was not much better than her. After all, he did sent his friend over to the phrarisses. Against Jesus for a few thirty cents.
And yet, this woman had commited a crime, when she still was a princess. And now, hung down her head like a servant would. With shame under Lilith's power. And he critisized Mary Magdalene as he had known better. Nope. He didn't know better. There were more worst human kinds on earth.
"Guess, I'm not as such as a bad fellow, after all." He murmured to himself as he munched another bite of his bacon and looked over the window. Salome. That's a name, he wouldn't want to forget soon.
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Judas was coming back home!
How he must had been relieved to hear such good news. Jesus felt relieved. His brother and was finally coming back home now and after a longtime journey. However, would he accept him after what he did?
Would he look over him at same way he had done before?
His soul felt so much filth when the demons inside of him. Once, he had got away, but not this time. Poison was eating and seeing hauntening ghosts tormented him. Even, with the way the world had turned upside down, now.
Somehow, he wondered how Mary handled these demons from all these years. Maybe, she did tried to manage it, by hiding it, as quietly as she could. Wouldn't she recognize him, after five months?
Hadn't she forgotten him now?
"Why would you care? If she loved you back?"
Seriously? Not this again! That voice had always to annoy him, whenever he was alone with his thoughts as he tried to meditate by sitting onto his bed.
One of the demons were still there and reminding him, that the nightmare isn't over yet. He clutchered his eyes shut and rubbed his eyes, sitting back down on the bed.
Oppression was the name of it, and liked to torment people at the weakened state, such as a tragic event or a loss. Loss of a loved one.
"Ohh, sweet Jesus-"
"What now?" He sounded annoyed by its voice.
"My, my! Who knew the so-called holy man was impatient?"
"Only if you're around.." He spoken back to the laughing demon. Very annoyed, when Oppression had bursted into the picture. Well, into this dream, though. Private dream.
"What do you want?"
"Ah! You think you're strong enough? Now that you're mortal with nothing but scarred wounds, you're now helpless. Cause, you're no longer taking seriously. What a loss to humanity would believed onto the Savior." Oppression snickerdly laughed back.
"Stop it."
"What did I offended you? Should I be punished? By a little man like you? A man that doesn't know what love means?"
"Stop it." Jesus tried to stay calm over the demon's voice still stuck up here as he heard it laughing."You even don't know what love means or is."
"Cause you do? You said you love people as they were your children who come inside into the so-called great kingdom of Heaven. But you do know what real love means? It's about a person's love to another and the only person who can capture its love. And you, don't even want to know what it means.."
"Oppression, stop it.." Jesus ran his hand through his light browninsh locks as he stepped up from his bed as he made a few steps close to the small mirror. Damn. He had felt many endless pains before but not this kind and especially when it came to one of the people he carried about. Oppression wasn't right. He did know what love was when it comes to one person and only. Magdalene. She was the one who made his jump whenever she was around. In love. That's what it felt when your heart desires its love for only one person. No wonder it could also make one person lose complete control. And especially men.
"And I've looked deep down onto your heart, and looks like you do have someone to hold onto. What was her name? Ah! Yes! Mary Magdalene! You do love her, don't you?"
"Leave her alone.." he sworn back with a grunt, trying to control the beast..
"She's your flame isn't she? The one who you did steal from the seven of us! Brave and strong as beautiful as she looks, she does have a vulnerable side when it comes to the people she loves! Remember the day when you were cruxified and shed all the tears she had for you? You remember that pain you made her feel? And that's what you call love?"
Then red eyes appeared through revealing its reflection. Not the demon, but Jesus.
"How dare you..Son of a bitch. Shut up.." He groaned with envy rage as the demon wanted to take over his mind, but couldn't. He wouldn't allow it! He wouldn't. If he managed to defy Satan, once, he could also defeat that creature whose been hauntening his mind. he and his others friends, trapped inside in his mind. And wouldn't want to disappear to please him up, anytime soon. So, nor Jesus would do the pleasure.
He started to hyperventilate, heavily. He could feel his chest was hurting him as his heart would burst out of its ribcage.
His hand tightened up onto a fist, even before he was even aware of it.
Too angry, to even realize whatever he was doing right now.
"You love Magdalene and yet you pay from her suffering. And. , you,ve finally learned to curse lika normal man-"
"I said; Shut up!" Jesus roared back with rage cutting the laughing demon's voice with a sudden smashing sounding through his ears. Blinded by anger, Jesus broke out of guard and aim his tighted up fist up to the mirror.
Which the mirror shatered into pieces and fell onto the floor. And the voice was now gone. As he blinked up from the talking when his eyes returned to normal and tried to calm down with a few deep breaths. But left him with his bleeding and piercing knuckles when he realized what he had done now when he looked down, with shock and anger. But mostly with fear as he shivered at the sight.
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At the other side when Mary finished taking a shower, and as she dried off her long dark hair with a towel, she heard something break off down onto the floor. Which she stepped back onto the room, as she saw the glass of water onto floor.
An earthquake? Or a sign?
If so, then why did her heart felt like it was beating out of fear? Out of love or fear as if something had happened? What the heck? Did happened? Her dark eyes went down onto the floor at the same place where the glass fell. And down, where her plane ticket was scheduled to go to USA, at the afternoon.
And yet, something felt out of control now.
She felt like someone she once loved was now in danger and that was because of her.
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