"You're not going to like this," Mak said as Barry munched on some granola at the breakfast table. Barry looked up at Mak with his spoon still in his mouth. "The weathermen say that a lot of rain is going to hit upstate. It could cause record-breaking floods." Mak tossed some printed pages in front of Barry with weather reports he printed from the library computer.
Barry scanned the pages. "Acts of God," as so many called them, were happening all over the world at a rapid pace, but never in an area where Barry could help. While scientists blamed it on Global Warming and the religious blamed it on sinful humans being punished by God, both were probably wrong. Barry couldn't be sure if God was slowly tearing the Earth apart to drag out his apocalypse or if the Earth was unable to sustain itself any longer. Either way, people were going to be in trouble.
"We're going up there to help."
Mak grabbed a piece of Barry's granola from his bowl before the angel could dump it in the garbage, clean his bowl, and put it away. He ate the piece and then gagged on it. "How can you eat that stuff? You do know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day?" Mak opened the refrigerator and took out a cold piece of pizza. He bit into the crusty cheesy goodness. "You need to get all your major food groups in one meal," he said with his mouth full.
"We're going," Barry said.
"You don't have time to build an ark."
"This could be a sign," Barry said and he held up the pages as if Mak didn't know what he was talking about.
"A sign of what? God's punishment or God's love?"
Barry sighed and shook his head. It was no use persuading Mak to do anything. He'd have to order him.
"I know what you're thinking, and if you order me, then I have to go, but remember this: We have jobs and we won't have them if we leave. What can you do once there? Fly people to safety? You're not Peter Pan, feather duster, you're an angel with rules. If we help these people your friends are going to find us and hunt us down."
"One day, Mak. We can go to one of the hardest hit places and help them prepare. We can help get people out and to safety before the rains fall."
"The rains are falling as we speak."
"Then we go now. That's an order, Mak." Barry glared at the demon but the demon's glare was stronger and held a lot more power. Mak grabbed Barry by the wrist, not caring if he hurt him, and faster than Barry could blink, they stood in a giant puddle that was once a street.
"We could have grabbed raincoats, first."
Barry scanned the pages. "Acts of God," as so many called them, were happening all over the world at a rapid pace, but never in an area where Barry could help. While scientists blamed it on Global Warming and the religious blamed it on sinful humans being punished by God, both were probably wrong. Barry couldn't be sure if God was slowly tearing the Earth apart to drag out his apocalypse or if the Earth was unable to sustain itself any longer. Either way, people were going to be in trouble.
"We're going up there to help."
Mak grabbed a piece of Barry's granola from his bowl before the angel could dump it in the garbage, clean his bowl, and put it away. He ate the piece and then gagged on it. "How can you eat that stuff? You do know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day?" Mak opened the refrigerator and took out a cold piece of pizza. He bit into the crusty cheesy goodness. "You need to get all your major food groups in one meal," he said with his mouth full.
"We're going," Barry said.
"You don't have time to build an ark."
"This could be a sign," Barry said and he held up the pages as if Mak didn't know what he was talking about.
"A sign of what? God's punishment or God's love?"
Barry sighed and shook his head. It was no use persuading Mak to do anything. He'd have to order him.
"I know what you're thinking, and if you order me, then I have to go, but remember this: We have jobs and we won't have them if we leave. What can you do once there? Fly people to safety? You're not Peter Pan, feather duster, you're an angel with rules. If we help these people your friends are going to find us and hunt us down."
"One day, Mak. We can go to one of the hardest hit places and help them prepare. We can help get people out and to safety before the rains fall."
"The rains are falling as we speak."
"Then we go now. That's an order, Mak." Barry glared at the demon but the demon's glare was stronger and held a lot more power. Mak grabbed Barry by the wrist, not caring if he hurt him, and faster than Barry could blink, they stood in a giant puddle that was once a street.
"We could have grabbed raincoats, first."