Vision

Chapter ten

Chapter 10:

The Plan

Jack is finally released from the hospital after two weeks and continues to study his journal daily. He has come to the conclusion that Apollyon is the true puppeteer pulling the strings. He still hasn’t come to the realisation of who Abaddon really is, though. He still searches for these answers, but can’t seem to find them.

He storms over to the table of their new, but smaller base. It is floating right over the world, a base of operations in space. It is chrome-white, has three large windows and reflector panels. The view is astonishingly beautiful. Jack still isn’t quite sure how they were able to get it, though. Dave only said that it was built for them by previous generations.

Dave is sitting by the table next to Nancy, chatting with her. He sits on one of the chairs and puts his legs up on the table. They both look at him. It seems he has caught their attention.

“Jack, this table is priceless,” explains Nancy.

“Then let’s hope this thing doesn’t crash,” replies Jack.

Jack takes the journal out of his pocket and places it on the table. It has been cleaned by him so Nancy and Dave don’t mind.

“So…why did you want me to read this?” queries Jack.

“It was meant to go to you,” answers Dave. “We found it in a package that someone left near the cave a few years ago.”

“So…it was supposed to go to me,” responds Jack.

“Yeah…that is about the size of it,” articulates Nancy.

“So you guys haven’t read it in the slightest?” questions Jack.

“No,” declares Big Dave.

“Well, feel free to read it,” utters Jack.

Nancy immediately picks it up and scans a few of the pages. Her eyes widen as she sees a few of the words and her mouth drops wide-open.

“No…this is crazy, Jack, “she exclaims. “You can’t just waltz into the Bottomless Pit and kill Abaddon. Everyone that has tried to kill him has failed. Besides my leg is broken, anyway, so if we try this, we’re most likely burnt toast.”

“Look, you guys have gone into the Pit once or twice and we’re not just going to waltz in…we’re going to bring an army,” he explains.

As he speaks of his strategy, wide grins slowly start to appear on their faces. This might just work, after all.

Max sits quietly next to his desk, waiting for another call from some random dude in trouble.

“Hello, how may I help you?” asks Max, as he picks up the ringing phone and puts it to his ear.

“What, are you crazy, man?!” he answers the caller. “She is your wife and you do not leave her. What the hell is wrong with you? And you say you have kids too? She is the most wonderful woman in the world! Got that? Good!!! By the way, this ain’t your psychiatrist. You’ve got the wrong number.”

He slams the phone and ends the call. He hears someone walking through the hall, but knows that there can’t possibly be anyone here at this specific hour, so he picks up the phone book and walks over to the door, poised to smack the intruder in the face. As the mysterious person walks into the room, he suddenly hits him with the phone book …in the face.

“Ah, crap!” he shrieks.

“Who the hell are you?!” he exclaims, hitting him repeatedly with the book.

“Max, it’s me, Jack,” he mumbles in pain and frustration.

“Oh. Jaaack…where the hell have you been, man?”

“Let’s just say I’ve been through hell…”

Jack explains the whole story. It doesn’t take long, since he only sums it up. While telling him what happened, Max sticks with the same neutral expression on his face the whole time.

“I don’t believe you,” articulates Max.

“I didn’t think you would,” retorts Jack, as he takes out a small mechanical ball. He throws it on the ground and it turns into a portal.

Max stares at it with a constipated look on his face, and sees the fires of hell.

“Now that is some scary crap, Jack. I want one, too. Where’d you get it, BT Games? Are they selling it there, now? Where do I get it, huh? Huh?”

At that moment, Jack pushes Max through the portal and he starts to freefall through hell. Max sees the fiery fumes and cries and screams in the air. Suddenly, a portal opens in front of him and spits him back out horizontally. He lands right next to Jack. He looks up at Jack, while still on the floor and grins.

“What the heck are you waiting for? Let’s do it again!” yells Max, excitedly.

“No,” answers Jack, “you’re going to help me with my mission.”

“What do you need?” he asks, getting up from the ground.

“An army. You know people.”

As soon as Max has called all the officers he knows, he calls for a meeting to take place in the board room.

“My fellow ass-kickers, hell-makers and professional criminal-stoppers,” he starts, speaking into the microphone, “I have called you all here because you are the best at whatever the hell it is you do, all I know is that you do it good and the reason I called y’all here is because tonight we’re gonna kick some demons' asses, literally. I know, I couldn’t believe it either. Jack, just so that they believe us, roll the clip.”

As Jack walks into the room, he switches the projector on. The images of the demon that were taken at the hospital (Jack had stolen them from the half-drunk security guard) pop up on the screen in front of the large audience. They all gasp and start to chat to one another.

“I know, I know,” he gestures for the crowd to be quiet and they all fall silent, “Look, if we don’t do this for old Jack, these demons are going to crap up the entire freaking world. We have to stop this apocalypse from ever beginning, so that the world can be better…ish. So, who’s with me?”

He raises both his fists in the air and the crowd starts to cheer. He leaves the stage, the crowd still applauding and walks over to Jack.

“You’d make a great motivational speaker, you know that?” teases Jack, sarcastically.

“Thanks,” retorts Max.

The scout demon silently crawls over to his “king”, Apollyon. He is sitting on his chair, waiting to receive the latest news.

“He comes for you, my lord,” the demonic creature says in a feeble, fearful voice. “What should we do?”

“Let him come…he’s in for a surprise.”

Abaddon looks behind him, revealing the features of a red, horned creature with a wide grin on its face.

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