The Disciple: First Mission

Chapter Nineteen

In the aftermath of the Campaign Rally chaos, I saw that Lionel has issued a challenge for me to a debate this week on an episode of Friday Night SmackDown. For weeks, I kept thinking to myself when Lionel was going to challenge me to a debate. Not only that on a WWE exclusive, current WWE Champion Cody Rhodes had this to say on an episode of Talking Smack!

"Last Saturday night was supposed to be a time of praise and fun....but, Mr. Lionel Reaper you decided to start something, and not even finish it! And on top of that, you've allied yourself with a pirated version of the most dominant faction in the WWE! Lionel.... make no mistake if you and the Wannabe Tribal Chief want to fight. You can find me this week on Friday Night SmackDown!" The WWE Champion Cody Rhodes leaves the screen, only to pop up seconds later staring into the camera. "Oh and one more thing, I'm not coming alone!" He says as walks out of the screen.

After much thought, I decided to accept his challenge and meet him at the United Center for the debate on Friday Night SmackDown. Pulling out my phone, I got on all my social media platforms tagging Lionel in all of them writing "I ACCEPT" This would give me enough time to prepare my thoughts as I figured I would get asked all sorts of questions. I took out my bible, and turned to 2 Timothy 4:7 which reads:

" I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. From now on there is reserved for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will give me on that day, and not only to me but also to all who have longed for his appearance."

Reflecting on this verse, I thought about the things I had to go through to get here. I've fought tooth and nail to give up now. I also thought about Devin and his mother, which he was happy I was able to throw him a TREMENDOUS birthday celebration. I guess him and his friends thought that the brawl that occurred at the rally was all for show. My mind had then come back to reality as there was a knock on my door. Curious, I walked over, wondering who it could be. I took a peek through the peephole as my little brother Michael was standing on my porch. His face saddened with tears and his upper lip battered. I opened the door immediately pulling Michael into the house.

" Michael, what happened?!" I asked with a stern voice grabbing an ice pack from the cooler.

" I got into a fight with my friends because they were talking bad about our family." Michael answered laying on the couch placing the pack of ice on the injured lip.

I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured him a full cup of ice water. He took a giant gulp as he started to calm down. He then lifted his left sleeve, as I saw drawing on his left arm. Curious got a closer view, as Baphomet's Symbol was drawn on his arm. Shocked, I grabbed a washcloth, attempting to rapidly scrub it out.

"Where did you get this?" I asked.

"My friends held me down and went to a tattoo shop. I tried to fight my way from them, but they held me and beat me down. You can't get it out." Michael answered as he slammed the cup on my coffee table.

"Calm down Michael, we will find a way through this." I tell my little brother as he starts to calm down again.

"What if we don't. This tattoo is permanent! We can't get it off!" My little brother yells furiously trying to scrub that tattoo off his arm. "Can I just spend the night here?" Michael asks as he lays on the couch.

"Sure." I answered.

I got up and walked to the closet to take out two pillows and a blanket. I had already texted my mom about what happened to Michael and the incident he had with his friend. Even though she wasn't here, I could tell my mother wasn't in the best mood. She had told Michael time and time again to be careful about who he should be friends with, but like any normal teenager would do, she would ignore their own mother. It's already 9pm and Michael has already fallen asleep. Staring at the portrait of Jesus, I decided to say a little prayer before I went up to my own bed.

"Lord Heavenly Father, I pray to you through my heart and soul as Michael has gone through a dangerous incident. In his time of need, I pray that you guide him on the right path and show him the ways of the Lord. I also pray that you protect my family and friends from the powers of darkness. In Jesus Chris I Pray AMEN!"

Heading up the stairs I felt a strong vibe coming from Michael. I scrub my eyes in shock as I see white light surrounding him. It didn't feel negative, but it was a positive sensation as Michael. I decided to take a photo of the light surrounding Michael, thinking I can make something out of this when I go on Friday Night SmackDown this week. Finally making it to my bedroom, laid on my bed and texted Nadia on Facebook Messenger.

"Hey Nadia, I hope all is well, sorry I haven't been messaging a lot lately. I've been dealing with a lot of campaign stuff. I hope you are having a wonderful day considering it's already morning in the Philippines. I can't wait to see. Goodnight my angel."

Placing my phone on my dresser, I head over to the bathroom running nice and hot water getting ready to shower. I start reflecting on the events that transpired this evening especially at the campaign  rally.  I undressed and hopped in the shower. The hot warmth of water spraying down my body, as I thought to myself hoping my prayer can get through to my little brother. The real question will be if we can try to get that tattoo off his arm. Out of the blue, I heard glass shatter downstairs.

What was that?" I asked myself, quickly turning off the shower.

Grabbing a towel, I quickly dried myself off putting on a shirt and a pair of boxers. I scurried downstairs, looking around my living room only to find everything intact. I then walked over to my window to make sure nothing outside of my complex was broken. I began wondering where the shattered glass noise came from. Instantaneously, I see three suspicious men climbing out of my neighbors window. Immediately power walked to the couch, waking my brother who had fallen asleep.

"Michael, wake up!" I yelled, shaking him.

"What time is it?" He asked, feeling groggy and rubbing his eyes.

"Take the pillow and blanket and sleep in the guest room tonight." I directed him.

Michael grabbing the pillow and blanket tirelessly walks over to the guest room and closes the door. Grabbing my house phone, I dialed 9-1-1 calling the Mundelein Police Department.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

"Hi, this James Wise and would like to report a robbery at my neighbor's house."

"Okay and where is this taking place?"

"Right next door to where I live."

"Yes, I know that, but what's your Home Address"

"Oh it's 609 W. Agnes Ave."

"Okay we have a patrol unit there as soon as possible."

"Okay thank you so much."

Hanging up the phone, I had gone back upstairs laying on my bed. Ten Minutes into my sleep I could hear the sound of the sirens. The Mundelein police department was really close. I started to yawn as my eyes started to close shut. Laying in my bed, I remembered a specific bible first, that my mother used to tell me when I was very young. It was John 1:1 where it reads:

"The word was first, the word present to God, God present to the word from day one."

As I fell asleep, I began to reflect on the bible verse. My mother's words kept replaying continuously through my head. From the day I was born, I was taught to be one with God's words. The only time I've stopped was back in High School as I started hanging out with the wrong crowd.

I had received a notification that Lionel had challenged me to debate, in front of a live audience on the Premiere of RAW on Netflix. I thought about this and decided this needs thing with Lionel needs to end. I'm not sure how this will culminate, but one thing is for sure. I will not let the people I care get hurt emotionally and physically.