Jihada: The Lost Scriptures Page 7

  Mario hated all things Arab – all things Muslim -- all things German. He had concealed this hatred well, and now the time for Israel to make her decisive move was very close.

  Theodore never disclosed his origins nor his religion; he simply worked alongside Mario and the former President, keeping President Steinberg in blissful ignorance of his true motives. Theodore was working to a different agenda; an agenda that he dare not disclose; not to Mario; not to anyone.

  CHAPTER 9

  Infinite Powers

  Sir James McNaught climbed into the black Mercedes as it pulled up alongside him, followed painfully by the injured Arabic man and then the young Magician, who immediately turned to McNaught and spoke as the vehicle accelerated away.

  ‘Sir James, my name is Michael, this is Abdul, and our driver is Achmed. No doubt, you are wondering what all this is about’?

  McNaught’s hand lifted towards and touched his ear that had by now almost stopped bleeding, and looking directly at each man in turn, spoke calmly. ‘Yes Michael, you could say that; it isn’t every day that I am blown up, nor is it every day that I am present at the deaths of so many people. What the hell is going on and who the hell are you? How did you manage to stop time? Were you the target, and who the hell is your brother? Whoever he is, I do not want to meet him, nor do I want to spend any more time in the company of any of you lot; now will you kindly take me home before I wake up and find that this is all a bloody great nightmare’?

  Michael and Abdul exchanged glances, before Abdul spoke, ‘I regret to inform you Sir James, but you can never return home again, now that he is aware of your involvement, your life will forever be in danger; there can be no going back’.

  ‘HE; - HE is aware of my involvement, - what bloody involvement, - and who the hell is HE for God’s sake’?

  Both Michael and Abdul smiled. ‘He, Sir James, is the JIHADA, and he answers to Allah, not our God’. Michael’s dark and soulless eyes bored deep into McNaught’s inner mind and soul as the young magician spoke. McNaught could feel the young man’s irresistible power and control as it began to take a hold of him. He fought it; he returned his own considerable hypnotic powers with a vengeance; it was not enough, the battle between the two powerful minds was lost, and he sank into a deep, deep, hypnotic sleep.

  Two airplanes simultaneously exploded, flipped onto their sides, and crashed in a flaming inferno as they attempted to take off, one at Heathrow airport, and one at Gatwick airport. There were no survivors: almost 500 people died; casualties of a war that hadn’t yet begun: There were to be no flights out of London for several weeks.

  The hunt was on for Michael and McNaught. The Islamic death sentence “TheFatwa ” was issued to every Muslim in the UK. The JIHADA could not let anyone stand in the way of the LOST SCRIPTURES. The Prophesy must be fulfilled or the entire Muslim population of the planet would be subjugated and ultimately destroyed.

  Allah had been thwarted. Mary Jacobs was supposed to have only one child ---the JIHADA. Only one fertilized embryo had been planted in her womb during her illness in Egypt.

  The Christian God had interfered. He had planted a second one during her illness in Syracuse: the Christian God had angered Allah at his peril.

  The human race would now be entering a spiral of self destruction from which there would be no return; numbers were irrelevant. If only a handful of human beings remained, and they were Muslim, then, the Prophesy of the LOST SCRIPTURES would have been fulfilled, - as would the ultimate objective of the Gods.

  On planet earth, only one man and two 16 year old twin brothers were aware of this objective. It was not an earthly objective that could be carried out by the Gods; the Rules of the Universe forbid the taking of life. The dominant species of this planet was predisposed to violence and self destruction; THEY themselves would ultimately achieve the objective of the Gods.

  CHAPTER 10

  The Lost Scriptures

  The US President sat uneasily in the ‘secure’ room at the White House, with an equally ill at ease Mario Molinari, and Theodore Warburton. ‘ This is the only damn room that I am happy with here Mario’, he said, ‘it appears that the poor buggers who have occupied the Presidential chair for the past twenty or so years may as well have opened the door to the world’s cameras and micro phones. I have a team that is employed virtually full time sweeping the whole building and grounds for bugs, or whatever they call them nowadays, and every week they come up with some listening device or other. Did you know Theodore, Mario, and his merry fucking band of CIA men can now fly in a remotely controlled bug so small that it is virtually undetectable by the human eye? That is why I have had to order the closure of all white House windows; if WE have the technology, who the hell else has it’?

  ‘Yes, I am fully aware of such devices sir, but I must point out that it is because of the ‘mosquito’ as it is called, that we have managed to obtain so much information about the JIHADA and his plans’.

  ‘I thought that both you and Mario said that no one had ever seen him’.

  ‘They haven’t sir, well at least no none Muslim has ever seen him, I can assure you though, he does exist, and he is somewhere in the Middle East’.

  Mario joined in the discussion, ‘I have been tracking him for close on 16 years now sir, and every time I get anywhere near to him, he simply disappears. It is as if he possesses a 6th sense of danger long before it surfaces; a kind of magical power to see into the future; - possibly to even change the future by sheer power of thought’.

  The President shook his head and smiled as he spoke. ‘Mario, I do not doubt your sincerity, but honestly, can you imagine how silly and unlikely what you have just said sounds to someone whose life has revolved around the earthly pursuits of breeding pigs for a living’?

  ‘Of course I can sir; however I have seen it with my own two eyes. Remember how I mentioned that he has a brother? He has similar powers. I have seen the young man perform magic; - not tricks – magic. I have been working alongside him for the last few weeks in London, and as we speak, he should now be on a plane on its’ way to America’.

  The President slowly shook his head, closed both eyes, and tightened his lips together before speaking. ‘You obviously haven’t heard the morning’s news yet then Mario; there have been two plane crashes at London’s main airports, both on take-off, -there were no survivors. All UK airports are closed other than for emergencies. It looks like your young magic man was no match for his brother; who, if he is half as powerful as you say he is, may well have been responsible’.

  ‘Mr. President’, Mario spoke a little too loudly, ‘Michael could not have been on board either of those two planes sir; he has the ability to stop time. If he was there, he would not have allowed it to happen. He is not yet his brother’s equal, but every day his powers increase’.

  The President clenched his hands together and looked up at the ceiling before speaking. ‘Are you planning to use this Michael fellow against his own brother then Mario? Are you completely sure that he will be on our side’?

  ‘Yes sir’. Mario replied.

  The President did not look convinced, and looked deeply into Mario’s eyes; Mario returned the look and with as much sincerity as he could muster, replied. ‘They answer to different Gods sir, - Michael to the Christian God, - and his brother to Allah.

  ‘Oh fucking hell’, the President shouted in exasperation as he threw firstly his body and then his head back against his chair, ‘Please don’t tell me that all this fucking religious crap is true Mario, - I have enough problems with the Bible belt in my own country without finding that half the world don’t JUST believe in Allah; -they actually know that he exists. No Mario, whilst I accept the existence of a potential new leader of the Muslim world, I refuse to accept that he was sent here by a God. As if the one God that is supposed to exist doesn’t cause enough problems and trouble in the world; you are now telling me that there are two of the bastards. You will be telling me next that the Romans and the Greek
s and virtually every other civilization that ever existed, were right all along. There must be fucking hundreds of them’.

  The President realized that he had gone a little over the top and shook his head as he smiled. ‘Just a thought gents, if I am right and there are hundreds of the bastards, we had better start work on a few thousand more churches; I have votes to think about. What is your take on this two God theory Theodore? Please tell me that it is hocus pocus fucking bunkum and Admiral Black was right all along’.

  ‘I am sorry sir, I am with Mario on this one; I have always discounted the existence of even one God, but from the intelligence that we have been receiving from every Muslim country in the world, stranger things than we can ever explain have been happening. The JIHADA not only gathers followers faster than Mohammad himself did, he seems to have an almost hypnotic hold over them. They all want to die for him, considering it to be the greatest honor that he can bestow on them. In the world of fanaticism, what is happening is completely off the scale; we have moved on from a few hundred suicide bombers sir; we are now looking at 3 billion plus’.

  The room went silent for a while as each man considered the implications of 3 billion fanatics; men, women, and even children.

  The president eventually broke the silence. ‘Tell me a little more about these LOST SCRIPTURES that you keep mentioning; in fact do better than that; tell me everything that you know about them’.

  Theodore began to speak, his eidetic memory coming into play. ‘Sir, the Quran is reputed to be based on the messages from God, -‘ Allah’ in the Muslim world, and spoken to the Prophet Mohammad by using the Archangel Gabriel as an intermediary. The LOST SCRIPTURES do not appear in the Quran, and were spoken by Allah directly to Mohammad; - Gabriel was not used as the intermediary. These Scriptures were written over 1500 years ago, and their existence has always been doubted by the Christian religion. That was until around 20 or so years ago, when rumors started to surface of a second coming of the Prophet Mohammad.

  The Vatican has been on high alert ever since, and contacted the CIA a few months after the JIHADA was born; by then, it was too late, and the deaths’ of the Jacobs was never investigated. Mary died while giving birth alone, and her husband’s head wasn’t found until several years after his murder. By this time, the JIHADA child was long gone from the country and spent the first few years of his life being moved around the Muslim world. Mario was assigned to follow up on the rumors, but as he has said, no one other than a few Muslims have ever been in contact with him or even got close to him.’

  ‘All very interesting Theodore’, the President said, ‘but what exactly do these LOST SCRIPTURES say’?

  ‘Few people have ever seen them sir, but we do have a fair bit of second hand knowledge, much of it gathered by Mario’s contacts in the Middle East’, Theodore answered, ‘The most striking feature was their prediction of the exact time and date of the JIHADA’S birth; quite amazing when you think about it in human terms, they are over 1500 years old; the rest of it is a little more sinister. They tell of the JIHADA unifying all the forces and peoples in the name of Islam, and spontaneously starting a world revolution. They don’t say how this will be accomplished, but what they do say is that ‘there will only be Islam, nothing and no one else will exist’.

  ‘That’s the most worrying part sir’, Mario added, ‘there will only be Islam, nothing and no one else will exist’. The Muslim community are now beginning to take this so seriously, that they are actively planning for a Muslim only world: Sharia law has already replaced all other forms of law throughout the Middle and far East and most of Africa, well what is left of it after the last Ebola outbreak, and virtually as we speak, the British Parliament are debating introducing limited Sharia law in the UK’.

  ‘I suppose the bloody scriptures predicted a Muslim takeover of the UK as well Mario’?

  ‘In a roundabout way they probably did sir’, Mario was almost apologetic as he spoke, ‘nothing and no one else will exist’, I presume that this means everywhere, even the United States’.

  The President laughed out loud as he spoke. ‘What a beautiful irony when you think about it; for the last hundred or so years, the white middle classes have been worried about a Communist or a Hispanic take over, and all the time, the reds under the beds have been Muslims. How many of them are there Theodore, are there enough to mount a takeover in the US, as they are almost certainly about to do in future years in the UK with the way the bastards are breeding’?

  ‘No, of course not sir but there is of course one far more frightening and likely scenario’.

  ‘Spit it out then’. The President sounded irritated.

  ‘Well sir’, Theodore was now in serious mode, ‘we have only got to go back to yesterday’s meeting with the defense chiefs. We may not have a weapons system that works, we may not have airplanes that we can control, and most worrying of all, it may no longer be only YOUR finger on the nuclear button; this of course may well apply to every country that has nuclear weapons; just like us sir, details of an event of this magnitude would never have left the powers that be of the country’.

  ‘You are of course implying blackmail then’?

  ‘Yes Sir, we cannot discount that option’.

  ‘Can we counter this’?

  ‘Well sir’ Theodore scratched his head as he spoke, ‘we are back again to where we started; we seem to be ever more reliant on the powers of the JIHADA’S brother’.

  Mario spoke. ‘Sir, I have seen these powers, I have also spent much time in Michael’s company. Michael is the one thing that the LOST SCRIPTURES did not predict. He should not have been born until some time in the future. I am now convinced that his birth was not a mistake that was overlooked by Allah; it was a measure to counter the JIHADA, a measure brought about by the Christian God’.

  ‘Fucking hell Mario’, the President threw his head back against his chair, ‘we are back in the multiple, fucking Gods territory again. Where is this boy Michael, and when am I going to see his magic? Until I do, I am afraid that I am still more than a little skeptical. I do not believe in fucking magic so as soon as he gets here, I want to see him’.

  Theodore and Mario looked sheepishly at each other, neither one wanting to tell the President that they had completely lost touch with Michael; Abdul, the CIA operative assigned to his protection having been injured in the blast at the Aspin club, and was now in a critical, yet stable condition in a London hospital with blood poisoning.

  ‘Well; have you both lost your tongues, when am I going to see your bloody magician then’?

  ‘Sir’, Theodore said forcefully, ‘I am going to have to travel to London to find him’.

  There was something in Theodore’s voice that alarmed the President; it was not a request; it was more a statement of fact. He continued. ‘There has been an Islamic Fatwa issued on the boy, and at this moment, several million Muslims in the UK are now trying to kill him. They attempted to kill him 3 times yesterday; 6 British Members of Parliament died, and possibly up to 40 members of the public. If you include the two plane crashes, the death toll was well over 500; all in one day’.

  ‘Are you talking about the bomb in the London club? Are you saying that it was meant to kill the boy’?

  ‘Yes sir, the bomb; a truck loaded with explosives, and 2 fully laden passenger planes bound for America that they probably thought he was on. This should give you some idea of how important it is for the Muslims to eliminate him. They realize that he presents the biggest threat to implementing the Prophesy’.

  ‘Why do you have to go Theodore, I thought that Mario had spent time with him’?

  ‘He will be in hiding sir, and no one knows where’.

  ‘And how will you be able to find him Theodore, do you know where he is hiding? If so why can’t Mario go; I need you here in the White House’. The President looked puzzled, and at the same time caught the worried glance that Theodore cast at Mario.

  ‘I can communicate with him telepathically si
r, unfortunately I cannot do it across the Atlantic; I have to be much closer to him’.

  ‘I am not going to progress this any further gentlemen, my brain is hurting’. The President chuckled out loud, and let out an even louder sigh. ‘Do what you need to do Theodore and take whatever personnel you need for your own safety and that of the boy. If I even mention one tenth of today’s conversation to Sally, she will be on the phone to my doctor straight away and I can honestly say that I wouldn’t blame her. I may even go voluntarily just to check that I am not going completely bonkers’.

  All three men were still laughing as they left the room.

  Someone on the Planet of the Gods was listening to their conversation.

  Theodore was to remain alive: only until he found the young Magician for him, - at that point he would become expendable – a casualty of the war to come. Rules were made to be broken.

  Theodore’s expendability was only a passing thought; no more than an amusing fantasy and was easily dismissed and forgotten lest someone else on the Planet of the Gods was listening to the thought.

  No one was allowed to break the Rules of the Universe; not even a God.

  CHAPTER 11

  Terror

  Over the previous century and through much of the current one, the planet had been ripped apart by warfare.

  The First World War had largely been brought about by miss guided treaties and colonialism-a desire to conquer and own land and resources. Warfare tactics and weaponry had moved on quicker during the five years of war than at any time in human history. Whole armies were static for years on end; hiding and cowering in stinking and muddy trenches, surrounded by rotting and putrefying corpses. Weapons were created to eliminate these armies. Thousands, sometimes tens of thousands were slaughtered in a single day. Armies charged forward across no man’s land, charging towards certain death at the hands of the machine gunners. The human race no longer killed individuals with knives or spears; at the press of a trigger, 500 killing projectiles per minute ripped apart flesh; high explosive shells atomized whole bodies of men; airplanes dropped improvised explosives onto the heads of the cowering men. A human being became no more than a statistical casualty, a simple metal tag followed by a letter to his wife or mother.