Mystery Savior Ch. 12
#1 of Mystery Savior
I went to my locker and grabbed all of the books that I would need for my homework before ...
I went to my locker and grabbed all of the books that I would need for my homework before I headed out to the front lawn. I couldn't help but smile at the fact that several people were trying to hide the fact that they were waiting for me to head out. I made sure not to look at them, so as not to embarrass them and make them leave. Even though I didn't look at them directly, I made sure to take note of who all of them were; they might be useful allies later.
After I walked outside, I realized that there was a crowd around the Westburros. I figured that I might need to get in the middle of it quick, in case someone who is easily angered tries to attack them. I can easily see Loki or one of his friends trying to pulverize them. That wouldn't be helpful to any situation.
I briskly walked up to the crowd, and saw that two of the larger people in my debate class were at the edge of the class. They looked up at me, grinned, and started yelling, "Make way for the Master Debater! Everyone out of the way for His Majesty!" A wide path cleared to let me through.
I rolled my eyes at the pun that had been the nickname that I had been given. The "Master Debater" was something that I would have never chosen for myself, for obvious reasons. Of course, the title has been given to the best debater in the school for the longest time, so it's kind of a tradition to remind the best person to not get too cocky. This is something that I will definitely need to remember now, because one thing that religion definitely teaches is humbleness.
I walked up to the front of the crowd and looked at the protesters. I tried to find the most powerful one that was carrying a sign that said "God Hates Fags." My smile grew when I saw that Shirley Phelps, the lawyer that makes them their money, carrying such a sign.
"First of all," I said in a loud, clear voice, so that everyone around could hear. "I would like to welcome you to our school. It's been a while since we've met." Even though I couldn't see the people that were behind me, I knew that the majority of them were wondering what I was up to. Everyone who wasn't on the debate team would find it odd that I was trying to make peace with people who obviously would do anything in their power to try to anger me.
"Secondly, I would like to say that I agree with your idea that fags are awful," I said, knowing a second before it happened that the school would give a collective, 'huh?' "However," I continued, looking directly at Shirley Phelps. "I wouldn't go far as to say that God condemns people who smoke cigarettes."
"What the heck are you talking about, sodomite?" Shirley asked. Everyone from the school took a breath, expecting me to blow up on them.
"A fag is another term for a cigarette." I said. "Cigarettes are very bad for your health." There were a few chuckles from the crowd.
"That's not what we mean by fags. When we say fags, we mean people who go against God's word and commit heinous acts with other men."
"I apologize. I assumed that cigarettes were what you were referring to. Of course, you also assumed that I've had sex with another guy. I guess we should both follow the saying, 'assuming makes an ass out of u and me.'"
"Too late!" someone yelled from the back of the line. People started laughing, but I held up a hand, and they instantly stopped. This surprised me, because I have never been able to control a crowd before. Heck, I've always been a bit of an outcast. The power seemed both thrilling and fearful.
"You are going to burn in the fires of Hell, just like everyone else in this school, and this entire nation!" the mule replied.