3 Judgement day (2/2)
”I called you right after you fell asleep. It's that time goes by much faster here, it's not my fault. So, in short... I can't be totally honest with you, not because I'm hiding things from you but because of restrictions that prevent me to do so.”
'It's just a voice, I can't make hasty conclusions, but he sounds sincere.'
”I understand, just tell me what I need to know and send me back.”
”Okay, first just to confirm, you will remember this...
'Cool.'
...Our first encounter served to prevent you from flying to Boston. I planted this idea in your head but you had to keep thinking that it wasn't my suggestion, it was too early. That's why you don't remember me.”
”Wait, why would you want to stop me to take the plane? If your goal was just to prank me to make my trip less comfortable then you really have to find other hobbies.”
”No, it wasn't for that! Just know that if you had taken any fucking plane to Boston it would have been too late to save you, you would have died.”
It was only then that Lazar began to think that the voice was useful for something.
”Dead... How's that?”
”I have to send you back, just remember that until our next meeting. Your life will be constantly in danger. Make the right choices when everything will be triggered and don't interfere with what should happen before.”
If what he said was true then Lazar's plans had to be postponed.
'I have to be on my guard.'
One last time he heard the voice speak to him in a panicked tone.
”Shit! It's 6:53 am, move your ass!”
...
”Damn! It's your fault bastard!”
Fortunately, a soldier is very efficient.
He arrived at 6:58 am, barely out of breath in front of the bus with all his belongings and clean clothes on him. The bus driver seemed to be waiting for him personally while the other passengers were already on board.
”Just in time boy, climb up before we leave without you.”
”Yes, sorry old man.”
The driver just smiled.
He had noticed for a while the tattoo under the right sleeve of Lazar, a spartan with a trident in his hand. There wasn't just one specific tattoo at the Navy Seals, but the trident was a sign of recognition indicating that he was one of them.
As a former Marine, he was proud to meet a young recruit from such prestigious special forces and granted him preferential treatment, unlike the other passengers he hardly cared about.
Lazar then got back on the bus.
3:56 pm, the bus was stuck in traffic 13 miles from Philadelphia.
Lazar hadn't stopped thinking about what the voice had said to him earlier, he was convinced that what was going to happen was something huge. Since the end of the morning he had been glued to his phone in search of news of any plane crash but until now...
'Absolutely nothing.'
He then hypothesized that if he had flown, it would necessarily be from Atlanta airport since it was the closest airport with connecting flights to Boston. He had noticed that the only plane that had to take off from Atlanta airport for Boston airport since yesterday had taken off at 2:29 pm today and that he had to land at 4:23 pm.
If all that was true, it's for now.
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3 minutes later
POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !
'FUCK!!!'
The sound of a horn that even a deaf would have heard sounded for thirty seconds straight. A sound powerful enough for anyone to realize that it couldn't be produced by something human.
All human beings realized at the same time that they weren't victims of a collective hallucination when a second inexplicable thing happened. An imperious voice addressed them directly.
”Dear pathetic humans! My name is Hermès. Those who remember me know that I am the messenger of the Gods. I came precisely to do my work since the blow of the horn of Heimdall is not enough to understand the situation.”
'What the fuck...'
”The world as you know it has reached its expiration date. The forces of evil will be unleashed right now everywhere on the surface of the world. Normally you humans should have fought alongside us, the Gods, to prevent our enemies to sweep all life on the surface of the globe but... We have determined that your species is rotten to the core and doesn't deserve our assistance. We will remain in retreat during this conflict and only you will have to fight without any of your weapons to help you.”
Lazar was slowly beginning to understand why the voice had warned him of the danger. But he never suspected that it would be that fucked up!
”Fear not! You will have time to adapt, of the seven, there is only the first seal holding our enemies that has been broken for the moment! It means that only the weakest of them have access to Earth. We are merciful, so we don't intend to abandon you like that. You will all get a weapon bound to you and adapted to your skills. That will allow you to fight and we will give you a way to evolve according to your contribution in combat. It only remains for me to wish you good luck for the upcoming Apocalypse!”
'That's all?!'
'Assholes!'
A weapon in a light black fog appeared in the hands of Lazar. It was white particles that covered those which appeared in the hands of the other passengers of the bus. It only lasted a few seconds and he didn't take this into account, too absorbed by what was going on through the window.
He wasn't the only one. Absolutely everyone presents 30 miles around couldn't take their eyes off this huge column of fire coming out of the ground barely 500 yards from where was Lazar. It was like everyone understood at the same time that it was the beginning of an endless madness.
Lazar was one of the first witnesses of the phenomenon called later 'Hell column'. A real nightmare for anyone who lived it from the beginning of the Apocalypse and survived to talk about it.
'Thank you for warning me. Though I don't know if that will be enough to help me.'