The Protector || MJ (TRV - Book 1)

13 | On Our Own

~No more support. It's our own effort now.~

On Our Own

It's come real... it's come real...

It wasn't a nightmare at all...

What has happened to me... in that nightmare, speaking into that camera, I felt that I wasn't really myself. But I spoke those words with conviction, meaning to tell everyone to beware of all of us...

Unless the Fallen were making me become some sort of a ringleader for this supernatural appearance, and I was some sort of a spokesperson to make the humans have a reason to attack me and whoever protecting me... which was the Protectors.

"Michael... there's something that I need to tell you...but I believe he has already escaped," I admitted.

"What? To make an excuse for your ultimate mistake? Elise, I can't believe that you-"

"Michael! Just calm down - I know you're angry, feeling like killing me right now to spare the trouble. But no. Remember when I said I got conked on the head after going with the white-uniformed guy back in Heaven? I woke up in a room desolated and saw this guy I first recognised with a White Mask. He told me he was sent by Xandor to regulate my forms. I lost my senses not long after because he made my other half awaken. And this nightmare... that was real, he was the one behind it. I have no idea why I was appearing in front of him during my dream. No way will I know the reason why... I'm sorry for not telling you." Michael, listening to my words, had paused, and as he heard, his eyes seemed too... dazed.

"Not even in the holy sanctuary in Heaven... They have planted spies within our forces..." As if his strength was being sucked away from him, Michael sunk to his knees and then lied on the floor facing the ceiling of my room...

"Look. You came and caused all these... I really wonder what Lord Wayne is planning to do about this... he hasn't made a move..." Lord Wayne! He could give an answer to all of this.

"We might need his close support now, Michael. You and Varus can't handle on your own now, that's for sure. Now get up. We need to go find him." I pulled Michael up from the floor and asked him to teleport us to Heaven.

Back up in the clouds, we headed towards the shimmering palace, where the sun shone on it and reflected off the walls as if they were diamonds. We went past the guards without any problems and headed up the long flight of stairs to the long hallway that would lead us to Wayne.

"Never have I ever went through such trouble just to see something like a leader or boss... the highest rank I've ever encountered on earth was just... the discipline master." Oh, how embarrassing.

As we arrived at Wayne's throne, we couldn't find him at all. All we found was a turned throne... that wasn't facing us.

"You came." A voice boomed from behind it.

"Have mercy on the girl. She was forced." Michael pleaded with Wayne.

"She shall not be entertained. Let her life continue. She must learn the consequences of every event that is related to a decision that she makes, forced or not." Why is it that he's not facing me when passing his verdict? This doesn't feel respectful, even on...

"You don't deserve my respect for this right now, halfbreed. Be thankful you are still being protected... free of charge." I was outraged. Not facing me and not respecting me just because of a mistake? I stomped right up to his throne and spun it around, to see a white mask replace the face of Wayne.

"Is there a problem with my verdict, Miss Taylor? I believe it is potentially correct." He smirked.

"Wayne... you have lost all respect from me." He pulled me to his face, and I felt that I was reading his mind...