“What are you two doing here? I have class this morning,” said Jerry. “We’re going to study your weak little bodies today.”
“You’re not teaching anything until you tell us what’s going on. I want to know about the angels,” said Lilly.
“The angels you expect James to fight.”
“I told you. There aren’t any angels. They don’t exist.”
“You’re lying,” said James.
“I’m not,” he sighed, sitting down behind his desk. “Look, they aren’t the kind of “angels,” he said, making finger quotes, “that your kind made up. I mean there is no god, and the angels aren’t wearing white robes, they don’t have wings, at least not the kind you’d recognize, and you won’t see a single halo. It’s more like the war between the north and the south, and the so-called angels are a biker gang that’s pissed off because their side lost.”
“What?” said James, his eyes wide.
“Look,” said Jerry. “A very long time ago, there was a fight between the beings you call aliens. Actually, it was more like a very big, very long, very violent, game, and earth was one of the prizes. So we broke into two teams, kind of like they used to do in gym class in the thirties, where the captain of one side picked a kid and then the other captain picked a kid, until everyone was on one of the two teams. It was like that, only with powerful aliens who had their own cultures and planets. I mean it was better doing it that way than everyone was fighting everyone else. It never would have ended, if we didn’t have teams, and things were already messy enough. So, we had two sides. Then we picked four beings from each side, since there were a LOT of us, to write up the rules. Even though this universe is chaotic, we needed some guidelines, or the game never would have ended.
Anyway, the rules were drawn up and agreements signed. Anyone who didn’t follow the rules, was out of the game. Permanently, if you know what I mean,” said Jerry. “All the planets, and there were more than there are now, at least in your group, were up for grabs, but yours was the one we all wanted. I take that back,” he said. “Some wanted what eventually came to be called, Pluto. Said it was a jumping off place for what they wanted to do. But earth was the big prize for most of us.”
“Where do the angels come in?” asked James.
“They aren’t angels, they’re just beings who call themselves that, because they think it’s funny. I told you, they’re like a motorcycle gang, only made up of violent psychopaths. Don’t get me wrong, I like human biker gangs. I even rode with Hell’s Angels and the Chicago Outlaws for awhile.” Jerry smiled, and started drifting away. “Those were the days,” he sighed.
“Uh, Jerry,” said Lilly, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “What else?”
“Well, our side won.”
“And?” said James.
“The other side wasn’t happy.”
“I can imagine, but you said, they signed contracts and would follow the rules.”
“They signed, because they thought they’d win.”
“How long ago was this?”
“Pretty much right in the beginning, when you guys were crawling out of the ooze.”
“Seriously?” said Lilly.
Jerry nodded. “Anyway, they never got over the fact that their side lost. They’re still pretending that they won something, still wearing their uniforms and colors. Waving flags and doing their thing. They want a rematch but, we said no, it was a one time deal.”
“So, they might come here anyway?”
“Yes. And I have to get to class,” said Jerry.
“Do they look human?”
Jerry, looked shocked and then laughed. “Let’s just say that they would stand out in a crowd and be hard to miss.”
“I don’t want to fight,” said James.
“You won’t have a choice, Jimmy boy. “It’s fight or die.”
And with that Jerry, pushed past them and went to teach his biology class.
“Uh, fight or die?” whispered James, staring at Lilly. “Did you hear him? He said FIGHT OR DIE!”
“We still don’t know that they are coming here.
“I THINK WE DO,” he shouted.
“Maybe, but we don’t know when,” she said, trying to calm him down. “We probably have plenty of time to find out more about what’s going on and how to fight back, if that ever becomes necessary.”
“IF? Why can’t you admit that this is going to happen?”
“James. You wouldn’t have been given this task, if they didn’t think you could do it.”
“Are you MAD?” he asked, glaring at her.” I told you, I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FIGHT!”
“You really have to stop saying that. I mean it. You need to find out what you can do and what else they put into you.”
James took a deep breath and nodded. “You’re right. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.”
“Let’s go to my house and fight.”
“Fight? You want me to fight you? You’re a…girl.”
She had him on the floor in two seconds, his arms twisted behind his back, and growled into his ear, “I am a girl, but I can beat you up with one hand tied behind my back, you…you…”
:I’M SORRY. I’M SORRY,” he yelled. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Let’s try that again,” said Lilly, letting him up. “You can come to my house and we can fight, or do you have someone else in mind?”
“No, of course not, but…”
“I’m a good fighter.”
“I can see that. Where did you learn to fight like that?”
“My mom taught me, now get up and come with me.”
“Maybe we should wait until Jerry comes back and ask more questions?”
“We could do that. But we know you’ll have to fight a biker gang from the universe and…James? Get off the floor.”
“Oh, sorry. I think I blacked out for a minute.”
“No. You didn’t,” she said. “Why are you afraid? What are you afraid OF? You’ve already been dead, so I don’t get it.”
“What if it hurts.”
“Let’s try and find out what other gifts you’ve been given. Maybe that will make you feel better. Let’s go and remember, the place you NEVER want to be in a fight, is on the ground.”