Justyce, Inc. – Episode 2

Episode 2: The Meteor

Erik Reilly glanced away from his computer and looked out the window. A flash of light in the sky caught his attention. As he stared out the window, Erik saw what, at first, looked like a shooting star. This puzzled him. He shouldn’t be able to see any star, shooting or not, through this driving rain. Then there was another bright flash of blue light. He watched in awe as, just as the shooting star or whatever it was broke through the clouds, it exploded into several pieces. One fairly large piece fell towards the docks and the biggest one and a lot of little ones continued over Erik’s house and towards Newville Park. Little specks of blue fell like rain in the meteor’s wake.

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Carl Chambers pounded his large fist on the table. “Full house? How do you have another hand like that, Myers?” Carl threw his cards into the air.

Rick Myers shrugged his shoulders. “Lucky night I guess.”

“No one is that lucky.” Carl grumbled.

“I don’t know why we all even play. The two of you argue every single week.” Lisa Jenson complained.

“We’re here for more than poker. That’s why. You know that, Lisa. Now that he has all of our money, we may as well get down to our real business. We need to tighten control of our territory. I’m sick of these piddly little street thugs thinking they can come to my docks and rob people. If anyone is getting robbed, it’ll be by us!”

And then the meeting ended with a bang. A literal one. Carl was just getting warmed up with a speech about his plans for their next moves to take over more of the town. He was ambitious and wasn’t satisfied running Newville Heights and the docks. Carl wanted it all. Then, as fate would have it, a massive meteor smashed through the union hall roof and changed all their lives forever.

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Logan Kastala awoke, with a scream, from the worst nightmare he could ever remember having. He felt as if he had been falling for hours, and his back felt like it was on fire! The pain subsided now that he was awake, but he still felt it. That’s weird, he thought. He could never remember a physical reaction to a dream quite like he was feeling now. He was just about to fall back to sleep when he noticed the glowing blue light. He leaned over towards his nightstand to see what it was. The feather! The feather that Obadiah gave him was glowing! Logan picked up the feather and immediately felt that Obie was close by. Somewhere on Earth for sure. He desperately hoped that meant that he had not gotten into too much trouble with the other angels. Logan clutched the feather close and drifted back to sleep. Tomorrow he would begin his search for Obadiah. He never looked out the window or he would have seen blue streaks falling out of the sky right over his house.

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Erik went outside to get a better view. He ran to the top of a hill right behind his house. Drenched in seconds, Erik brushed the water out of his eyes and watched as tiny meteors fell all around him. He watched some of them hit the ground. Suddenly, a tree not twenty yards behind Erik exploded in flames. In his excitement, watching the tiny meteors hit, he lost track of the big one, but he thought it was still heading toward the park.  

“Wow!” Erik thought. The rain put the fires out quickly. Erik ran over to the remains of the tree. A small, glowing blue rock sat right in the center of the blackened and burned tree. Erik waited for the rain to cool the stone before he reached in and picked it up.

The meteorite was no bigger than a marble. When he finally picked it up, Erik almost dropped it again. It wasn’t hot anymore, but it started to pulse in his hand. With each pulse, he could feel waves of energy going right through his body. Erik wasn’t sure what was happening to him, but he immediately felt different, stronger. He liked the feeling. He put the rock in the front pocket of his jeans and ran back to his house.

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The meteor at the center of the storm hit the baseball field behind the high school with enough force to leave an impact crater and rattle the windows of nearby houses. A shockwave was sent deep into the earth, awakening an ancient supernatural force. The shadow peeled itself away from the wall. It could sense the power of the being directly above, but more importantly it could smell a world full of delicious evil just waiting to be devoured.

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Everyone in the union hall jumped to their feet and backed away from the glowing blue rock. Part of the ceiling collapsed, and the wall caught fire. Carl felt waves of power emanating from the stone and he leapt into action. He grabbed a fire extinguisher and yelled to his friends. “Don’t just stand there! Grab the rest of the extinguishers or buckets of water. We have to put this fire out and cool down this rock. I think it’s important!”

Water and chemicals were sprayed on the already glowing and pulsing meteor rock. The chemicals began to bubble and boil then the entire rock exploded into a cloud of blue dust and steam. The twelve people in the room were covered in the dust. They all began coughing as they breathed in the steam. Carl dropped to his knees and then collapsed onto the floor. He looked around, through blurry eyes, and saw all of his friends on the floor around him.

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The boy groaned as he tried to lift his face out of the mud. He felt disoriented by the overwhelming number of sensations he was feeling. The most immediate was the almost unbearable pain in his back. It felt as if someone was ripping his muscles right off the bone. He could not remember ever feeling such pain before. As that thought crossed his mind, it occurred to him that he could not remember anything at all. The boy had no idea where he was, how he got there, or even who he was.

The boy, with significant effort, sat up and tried to clear his head. The pain in his back made it nearly impossible to concentrate. He opened his eyes and wiped the mud, rain, and hair out of his eyes. The cold, driving rain that pelted his face and body helped to ease the burning pain in his back just a little and helped him to clear his thoughts. He was cold and wet. His clothes were torn, dirty, and smelled of smoke. The smell of smoke was also thick in the air. The entire field he was in was empty, burnt and in places, still smoldered. The rain helped to put out some of the small fires.

He got up and stumbled off into the direction of the one light that he saw. He hoped to find help, or maybe someone might know who he was or how he got here. All he knew right now was that he needed to leave this field and get out of the rain.

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Bryson Indiana was awoken in the night by the sounds of sirens. He stumbled out of bed and out onto his patio. The first fire trucks he saw were racing toward the school, but when he looked, the fires appeared to be past the school, maybe the baseball field or a house close by. Just as he turned to go back into the house, he noticed the other fires. There were small fires in what appeared to be a nearly straight line all the way from the school in the south to the Newville Docks in the north. Bryson’s curiosity was piqued, but it would have to wait until morning, right now all he wanted was more sleep.

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Carl rolled over and pushed himself up to a kneeling position. He felt weird. Strong. But weird. It was difficult to comprehend all the feelings that coursed through his body. Intense pain nearly caused him to black out again. He looked down and saw tan hairs sprouting out on his arms and hands. His hands were growing and changing, nails turning into claws. He tried to look around for his friends, but the blue mist still hung over the entire room. He called out for help, but his own voice sounded like a growl. He heard other growls answering his own, and just before he blacked out again, he heard the distinctive clip-clop of hooves on the wooden floor.

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(Coming Soon: Part 3 – Monsters and Heroes)

Justyce, Inc. – Episode 1

Episode 1: The Angel

Logan Kastala’s eyes widened in fear. He saw the car speeding right for him, but he knew he didn’t have time to get out of the way. He raised his arms up to try and shield his face, and then everything went black. He was lifted off the ground, and then it felt like he was rolling. He stopped moving but could not see a thing. He was still in total darkness. He moved his arms and felt a soft barrier like a blanket of feathers. He attempted to push his way out, but then he felt another person in the darkness with him.

“Hey! What’s going on? Who’s there? What happened?” Logan asked.

What Logan thought was a blanket pulled away from him and parted, letting in the light. Logan blinked and saw his friend, Obadiah. “Obie? You’re always bailing me out of tough spots lately. It’s good we met! Thanks for the save!” Logan laughed, but he cut his laugh short when he got a better look at his friend. “Obie?” Logan said, backing up slowly. “You have wings! Am I dead, Obie? Are you an angel?” Tears welled up in Logan’s eyes.

Obadiah reached out and grasped Logan’s arms. “Don’t be scared, Logan. You’re not dead. Yes, I have wings. But, I’m still the same guy you’ve become friends with over the last few weeks.” He tried to give Logan a reassuring smile.

“What are you, though? Are you an angel? A mutant? Something else?” Logan didn’t pull away from Obadiah, but he was still nervous.

“I am what you call an angel. We call ourselves Seraphim. We are not religious spirits from a place called Heaven, though. We are a race of beings from an alternate plane of existence. Our doorway into your world opens in the space between Earth and Mars. Many, many years ago, a human saw one of us coming to Earth. They saw him “descend from the Heavens,” and the myth of angels sprang up from that sighting.” Obie guided Logan into the park while they talked. They finally settled at a picnic table off by themselves.

“Why me? Why would you befriend and help me? And I can’t see your wings anymore. Where do they go?” Logan peered around behind him, looking for Obadiah’s wings.

“The wings are always there. I can control when people see them and when they can’t. As far as helping you and making you my friend? I genuinely like you. I sense great and special things in your future, Logan. You will accomplish amazing things. I’m sure of it.” Obie said.

Logan blushed. “I’m nothing special.”

“Oh, but you are. I know it.” Obadiah’s smiling face turned suddenly serious. “I am going to get in big trouble for revealing myself to you. You probably won’t ever see me again. My father sits on the Council of Judgement, though I doubt if even he can get me out of this mess. If I never see you again, I want you to have something.” Obie’s wings reappeared for just a moment. He plucked one bright silvery feather, then the wings vanished again. He handed the feather to Logan. “Keep this close, and you will always feel my presence when I am on Earth, and I’ll be able to sense if you are in danger.”

Logan’s head was reeling. He was still trying to absorb everything that was happening. First, a car nearly ran him over. Then an angel saved his life, an angel who happened to be his friend. Now, that friend was giving him a magic feather plucked from his own wing. Could things get any weirder? Logan reached over and took the feather. “Thanks, Obie. This is all very overwhelming, but I do mean it when I say thanks. I’m just trying to wrap my head around all this.”

Obadiah reached across the table and took ahold of Logan’s hands. “Logan, everything will be ok. I promise. Even if I can’t come back, I sense remarkable things for you. You’re special, Logan. I knew it from the first time we met.” Obie leaned across the table, staring intently into Logan’s eyes.

Logan sighed and leaned forward. “If you might not come back, then I better do this now.” He closed the remaining distance between them and kissed Obadiah.

A bright flash of light caused both boys to quickly pull back from the kiss. Logan grinned and said, “Wow. That kiss made the sun brighter.” But then his smile faded. Three angels were standing around them. Two wore bright, shining armor, and each one grabbed one of Obadiah’s arms and pulled him to his feet. The third angel wore a fancy business suit. Logan could see their wings. The two armored angels had silver wings like Obadiah’s, but the other one had golden wings.

The angel in the suit spoke first. “Obadiah, son of Samael, by order of the Council of Judgement, I hereby place you under arrest. You are ordered to accompany me to the Council Chambers for your trial.”

Logan sprang up from his seat. “No! He didn’t do anything wrong! He saved my life! How can that be a crime?”

Obadiah started to speak, but Logan never heard what he was going to say. All four angels disappeared in a flash of light. Logan waited around for a while but had to give up and go home. He hoped that Obie was telling the truth about the feather. He clutched it tight and prayed that someday it would lead him to Obie.

The two Seraphim Law Keepers half dragged, half carried Obadiah through the Council chambers before pushing him down into the Judgement Seat. The Law Keepers fastened the restraints and left the room. Obie’s face contorted in rage as he turned to look at the third Seraphim. “You could have let me say goodbye to him at least. Two more minutes would not have mattered to you, Abathar.”

“If you want mercy, speak to Zadkiel. I seek only to see you judged for your crimes against our society. Crimes which you added to just before our arrival.” A look of disappointment and disgust crossed Abathar’s face. “With these new crimes, even your father won’t be able to help you, Obadiah. You held such promise.”

Obadiah sat straight up in his chair and stared directly into Abathar’s golden yellow eyes. “I did only what my heart commanded of me. If the Council judges that to be a crime, then so be it! I would do everything the same all over again!”

The doors at the end of the Great Hall opened, and six more Seraphim entered, all with golden-hued wings. Abathar took his place with the Council, three sat on each side of the table, and the last, the High Judge, stood at the opposite end of the table from the Judgement Seat. The High Judge, Azrael, spoke to the accused. “Obadiah, your father pleaded with the Council to show you mercy. We were inclined to accede to his wishes until news of your additional crimes reached us. Your crimes have tied our hands, and your sentence is set.”

Obie glared at each member of the Council. His father wouldn’t even meet his gaze. He clenched his teeth and glared across the table at Azrael. “I did nothing wrong. Not one thing I did hurt anyone here or on Earth. I saved Logan’s life and fell in love with him. He has an important future. I’m sure of it. Earth benefits from what I did. I committed no crimes!”

Azrael shook his head. “You know that interfering in a human’s life is not permitted. You also know that interacting with a human sexually is a crime. And just for your crime of homosexuality, the punishment is banishment. All three of these crimes individually are serious offenses. You committed all three. That cannot go unpunished.”

Obie blushed in embarrassment and anger. “I did not have sex with Logan! And besides, none of those things should be crimes. Love is not a crime. Humans are a lot like us. If we interact with them more, we can help them. They can even help us in some ways! Your views are ancient and bigoted.”

“My views are the views of our people. My views are the law. You kissed that human boy. If we allowed it to continue, you would have gone further. Obadiah, you know why we passed these laws. The last time a Seraphim became involved with a human, he impregnated her. The humans called it a miracle birth. Hell, they still have wars over it over two thousand years later! The Council cannot excuse your actions, no matter how much we’d like to.” Azrael walked over to where Obadiah sat. “Obadiah, son of Samael, you are hereby forever banished from our kingdom. If you return, you will be immediately put to death.” Azrael pushed a button, signaling the Law Keepers to return. Azrael and the other six members of the Judgement Council left the room.

Obadiah’s screams echoed throughout the Great Hall as the Law Keepers removed his wings and dragged him to the Plains of Judgement. He saw his father in the crowd, and he screamed, “Father! They took my wings! Father! Help me!” His father merely turned his back and walked away.

The Law Keepers opened a rift to the blackness of space above the Earth. They forced Obadiah to stand, then they pushed him through the breach.

As Obadiah fell through space, his Seraphim power leaked out of the wounds on his back. The power attracted space dust and rocks that gathered around the young Seraphim like a meteor shower. Obie entered the Earth’s atmosphere as part of the most massive meteor shower ever recorded. There were so many rocks surrounding his body that no telescope caught sight of Obadiah’s body at the center of the storm. The meteors, glowing with a bluish light, streaked through the warm August night sky on a collision course with the small town of Newville, Virginia.