Holy Messenger:

Simone’s Notes:

Can our dreams be messages to us to do something? Some prophets and saints emerge from angels sending them messages in dreams. Joseph was told to stay be a pregnant Mary’s side through an angel in a dream. Kings and queens have called on priests and priestesses to interpret out their dreams for the future. Dream messages can be a good plot device to a story. But sometimes, they can be misused or misinterpreted. Some nutters have committed crimes due to “dreams” they had. So, one should be careful not to follow our dreams to closely.

While Jez and Monique were screwing again, Syd quietly drilled a hole into their wall. He looked through in silence. The deity smiled in satisfaction at his work. “Uh-hm!” a voice behind him whispered sharply. Syd turned to Ella who was waiting for the results. “Oh,” her bloke whispered. “Sorry about that!” Ella began to smile again. “Everything set?” she whispered. “Hell yeah,” Syd replied. “Once Yas gets through to Mustang, we’ll be set to act!” Ella smiled and nodded. Syd smiled to himself as well. He remembered the conversation that he had with Yasmine before they all began the mission.

[Earlier this afternoon]

“First we free the hostages!” she told him strongly. Her boss looked at her as if she was crazy. “Why?” Syd asked aloud. Yas turned to him smiling. “Because,” she replied. “It was that wanker’s plan all along to jail Monique’s husband. And while Mr. Gates was rotting in his cell, the priest would make off with his wife! So, why should we leave an innocent man in prison while we slaughter the toad?” Syd put two and two together in a snap. “So how do you plan to get this Judd-bloke out?” he asked. Yas kept smiling at him. “Simple,” she replied. “Go select a prophet to go and set Mr. Gates free!” “And who may I ask who be your chosen one?” her boss questioned. “Oh, I have the perfect candidate!” the hunter replied. Both grinned at the selection. “Oh Yasmine,” Syd called. “Yes, Sydney?” the hunter asked. “You can shape-shift while in dreams, can you?” he asked. “Why yes I can!” she said. “Why do you ask?” “Oh,” Syd said. “I get the feeling that this prophet will need more than your pretty face to ask on our demands!” “I see!” she called. “I got it!”

[Present]

Syd kept smiling to himself coldly. “Do a good job, Yas!” he thought. “We really need this to kill Ai-Oni’s baby again!” He turned to his bird. “Ready to move out now?” he whispered. “Yep!” Ella whispered back. “Let’s go!” her bloke said. Then, they hurried away in a flash.

Meanwhile, Yasmine stood over a sleeping Mustang. She was smiling coldly at him. This was looking too easy already. She just had to put on an Oscar-worthy performance and the plan was set! “One prophet coming up!” the hunter thought. Then, Yas held up her graceful fingers and began softly chanting to herself. A hazy light formed around her and she disappeared in a flash. The message had begun.

[Dream Message Begins]

Mustang was sitting at the bar in a good mood. The man’s uniform was nicely neat and clean. The brigadier general had on a light cologne as well. He had a huge bouquet of red and pink roses. He seemed to be waiting for a date. But tonight, Roy was in for more than a pretty lady tonight. “Mr. Mustang!” a voice called out to him. Roy turned to see not the lady he was expecting, but Col. Judd Gates himself. He was dressed in a prison uniform and looked pretty much pale. The man really needed a shave and a haircut. He had a large stick in his hand. The col. didn’t seem to have had a decent meal since he was sent off to jail. Roy stared at him confused. Something didn’t seem right here. “Gates?” he asked in slight shock. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in prison?” The col. didn’t answer. “Nothing personal,” he replied. “Really!” Then, the col. knocked Mustang out with the stick in one powerful blow. The brigadier general fell out cold instantly. Gates smiled to himself wickedly. “All too simple!” he thought. Now for the next part!

Moments later, Mustang woke up. The damp darkness was all around him. “G-Gates?” he asked as he slowly came to. Then, a cold damp fell on Roy’s cheek. That woke him up fully. Mustang looked all around him again. He was in a prison cell! The bars were locked around him tight. Panic came over him in a rush. “W-Where am I?” he thought. “Why am I in a cell?” Then, Roy heard a cold snickering. He quickly looked up to see Judd on the outside looking in. The inmate was writing something on paper. Roy became angry. “You think you can keep me here, you sick bastard?” he asked aloud in anger. Judd didn’t look up. “Yes,” he replied. “Especially since I have these!” The col. then held up the general’s gloves. Mustang looked down into his jacket nervously. He felt around quickly. His pockets were empty! Roy looked up at Judd in fear. The col. pulled out his silver knife and began tearing at the transmutation circles on the gloves. Mustang was now in a jam. He didn’t know how to get out of the cell. Once the gloves were destroyed, Judd dropped onto the ground and turned to his captive. “And don’t even bother looking for something sharp to cut yourself with, general!” he said to him. “Your cell is spotless. Not a single piece of debris in sight!” Then, the captor went back to writing.

“I don’t understand!” Roy cried out in desperation. “What do you want from me? What have I ever done to you to torture me like this?” Judd didn’t look up, but he shook his head at him. “It’s a pity really,” he said. “I expected you of all people to know what I want. *Sigh* You disappointment me, Roy. You truly do. It looks like you’ll have to stay there until you figure it out. Good night, general!” Then, Gates got up and left. Mustang waved after frantically. “Hey, wait!” he yelled. “Where are you going Gates?!? Let me out of here!!!” The only response was the heavy door slamming shut from down the hall.

Mustang stood there alone. Why did Judd do this to him? Had he wronged in some way he wasn’t aware of? But within seconds, the brigadier general had his answer! Roy felt along his jacket and noticed something in one of the pockets. Curious, he reached inside and retrieved the object in question. In his hands, Mustang held the note that Judd was writing on. He read it quietly to himself. The message read:

Re-open My Case

[End of Dream Message]

Mustang woke up in a cold sweat. He looked around slowly. The general was back in his room again. Usually, Roy didn’t think much about his dreams nowadays. But this one felt so real to him. Why would he have the board re-open Gates’ case? There was only one way to find out!

By morning, Mustang was at the Amestris prison. He had Havoc drive him over after a long talk persuasion. (The lt. didn’t ask why even though he wanted to.) The brigadier general had made it when visiting hours had just started. He demanded to see Judd so that he could get the full details of the events of what happened on the night before his arrest. It was all pretty quiet in the prison. It almost made the general shutter. But he had to keep his mind clear. He was on a mission. (Well, not really at the moment!) Roy came to the visitor’s booth and rang up Gates. He waited in uncomfortable silence. “I don’t know why I’m here!” he thought. “But I have to do this!” The prisoner’s cell opened and out came Judd himself. He looked just as bad as he did in the dream. Judd looked as if he had been crying. He looked as if he hadn’t been eating in weeks. The grey prison uniform hung from his thin body like clothes hanging out to dry. Roy’s heart went out to him. Gates sat down in front of Mustang. “Hey,” Roy called to imprisoned man. “How have you been?” Gates shrugged in misery. “Awful,” he answered. “My wife has been with another man while I’m trapped here and I think I might be sick or something.” Mustang put the conditions of the prison on his “Things to Change When he Becomes Fuhrer” list. But, first thing was first. “How did you end up here?” Roy asked at last. Judd took in a deep breath and began telling him about the perverted calls that Monique was receiving from a mysterious caller, her turning to Jez every second that there was a problem, the fights they began to have afterwards, Jez taking him out for a drink, the fight he and Monique had before he was arrested, and his arrest, trial, and imprisonment.

Mustang sat there in silent shock. There was no way that Judd could’ve made this all up. It just had to be true! He knew something was off about Jez, but he didn’t expect it to be that bad! When he first saw problem between the Gates, the brigadier general just thought it was a jealousy problem. But as the talk grew bigger and bigger, Mustang himself began to question the priest’s motives himself. Even Alessa Bailey sensed some bad in the crooked priest. She called him Ramiel one day when Jez had walked in while Hunter and Mustang were talking to find out why so never played with any of the other kids. Gates stared at Roy with deep despair in his eyes. “Please say that you believe me!” he pleaded out. “I would never do anything to embarrass Monique! I have more respect for her than that! Can’t you help me?”

Roy smiled at him with sincerity. “Yes,” he answered. “I will help you!” Gates became overjoyed quickly. “Thank you general!!!” he called out in joy. “Thank you!” Mustang smiled again. “It’s okay.” he said. Then, Gates was taken back to his cell. Roy sighed and rose to his feet again. Then, he headed out the prison. Little did he know, the brigadier general was being trailed. When Mustang made it back outside, he felt quickly grab him from behind and try to drag him around the corner. Roy fought back in a rush to get away. Both men stopped in the middle. “If you open Col. Gates’ case,” a voice hissed in Mustang’s ear. “I’ll see to it personally that you will be court marshaled for insubordination!” Roy froze as his brain put two and two together. That voice! He quickly looked out of the corner of his eye and saw Jez holding onto him tightly. The Flame alchemist couldn’t help but to smirk at the crooked priest. “And what will your proof be?” he challenged. Jez didn’t know what to say at first. “Oh, I’ll find some!” he hissed at last. “You can count on that!” “Oh really?” Mustang asked. “Yes!” Jez snapped. Then, the brigadier general broke away from the evil priest with a sharp jab to the stomach. Jez let go in pain. “Never leave your guard open for attack!” Roy advised strongly. Jez just glared at him coldly. Mustang walked away smirking. Now, he had his evidence to get Judd out of prison!

“I’m telling you, Hughes!” Mustang said when he made it back to Central Headquarters. “Gates is innocent! I heard his story myself. He has too much respect for Monique to pull anything tasteless like that! When I left the prison, Jez attacked me and threatened me not to open Gates’ case. That’s when I realized something. Why would he be so concerned about re-opening the case anyway? Then I realized he’s the one behind Gates’ imprisonment!” “So,” Hughes said at last. “You think Jez had Gates imprisoned because of his wife?” “I don’t think Maes,” Roy said back. “I know!” Silence passed between them. Hughes just shrugged. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll come with you to try and set Gates free again.” Mustang began to relax again. “Thank you, Hughes!” he replied. “Anytime!” the lt. col. called. Then, they headed off to get started.

Meanwhile, Yasmine made it back to her friends and boyfriend. “So?” Syd asked her. The hunter grinned in pride. “The prophet took it!” she called. “And he and Hughes are with the council trying to make it happen!” “Excellent!” Ella replied. “Now, for the fun parts!” “Speaking of which,” Yas spoke up. “Here!” She handed her friends and Steven a video camera. They all knew what that was for! “We’re one step ahead of you!” Syd called happily. “Shall we act now?” the hunter asked. “Hell yeah!” her boss replied. “Let’s go!” Ella called. “But what about me?” Steven asked. The trio turned to him. Ella smiled at him broadly. “We’ll need you to make a small ‘delivery’ afterwards!” she replied. Steven smiled. “Okay!” he called happily. “Let’s go!” Then, the deities headed out into the night. It was time to act.

That night, Jez pushed Monique up against their bedroom wall. He kissed her again passionately. “Oh Jez! *Kiss*” Monique called out. “Not now! *Kiss*” the false priest called out. “*Kiss* But it’s my friends! *Kiss* They seem to be *kiss* ignoring poor little old *kiss* me! *kiss*” “Don’t worry about them! *Kiss*” Jez said as he began ripping open Monique’s white crisp blouse. “You have me now! *Kiss* I’m your only friend now!” “Okay! *kiss*” the wife replied. Then, they made to the bed and kept stripping down. Meanwhile, Syd slid in the camera into the hole and hit record. He and Ella grinned to themselves. Oh! This was going to be good! Once they got the film that they needed, Syd and Ella took it to the back room in the library and uploaded the whole film on the computer that was already up and running. Steven was already there waiting for them. He looked at the screen. Shock came across his face. “Is that…” he began. “Yep!” Syd and Ella called together. “With…” the lt. col. began again. “Yeah!” the couple answered. “Whoa!” Walker said at last. When the disc was finished burning, Ella ejected the disc and turned to Steven. “Steven,” she said. “Yes?” the lt. col. called. “I need to take over this to the head!” she replied. Walker grinned in pride. “I’m on it!” he replied. Then, he took the disc and headed out. Ella and Syd grinned at each other again. The plan was rolling smoothly. Now all they needed was Steven and Yasmine to do their parts!

Within minutes, the vid disc was right at the Fuhrer’s desk. She was watching on her laptop in complete disgust. The woman had never seen something like this in her life! She quickly picked up the phone in a rush. “Julie!” the Fuhrer yelled out in sickness. “Yes ma’am?” the secretary asked. “Who sent this disc?” the boss cried out. “Lt. Col. Walker earlier tonight!” Julie answered. The Fuhrer paused in sick shock. “Call the council, Hughes, and Mustang now!” she shouted out at last. “Yes ma’am!” Julie replied. Then, they both hung up. The keys and notes were all falling into place neatly. There was only one more notch to add into this operation.

It was really later when Jez made it back to his home. Monique was great in bed, but he was beginning to find her a tad bit annoying at times. The false was glad to get away from her at times. “God I can’t stand when she talks at all!” he thought annoyed. “I’m just glad to be home now!” But, he didn’t expect to have a “house guest” waiting for him! Jez made it to the living room when he noticed that there was a fire a lit and going. He paused in his place. Something was an amiss. He slowly drew out his dagger. “All right!” he yelled out. “I know you’re here! Come out and show yourself!” Yasmine turned and looked up from his armchair. Jez’s anger heightened. “You bitch!” he yelled out. “Yes!” the hunter replied. “It is me! Do you remember my little promise to you? I told you that it the broken up Gates’ marriage, I would kill you for free! Well, I’m here to kill you now, you rotten wanker!” The priest then pulled out his other dagger and rushed forward to attack. Yas smirked to herself. “I knew you were going to do that!” she thought. Then, she slowly rose to her feet and began chanting softly to herself. The false priest ran straight into the trap she had laid out for him. He ran straight into the center of the small transmutation circle drawn on the floor. The edges lit up around him fast. The priest looked around him in shock. “What the--?!?” he yelled out loud. Jez found that he couldn’t move an inch at all. “What the hell did you do to me?!?” he snapped aloud. Yasmine smirked at him coldly. “Oh,” she replied innocently. “Just slowed you down some!” Jez glared at her coldly again. “You bitch!!!” he yelled again. The hunter just smiled and shook her head gracefully.

Then, Yasmine pulled out a black leather cord, walked over to the false priest, and wrapped it around his neck. She began pulling it tightly. Jez began to gag violently. Yas grinned to herself at the sensation as she pulled even tighter. “This is for breaking up Monique and Judd’s marriage!” she yelled out. Then, she pulled even tighter. Jez tried to reach up and stopped her, but it was to no use. “This is for putting an innocent man in prison just because of your lust!” the hunter yelled out. She drew the cord even tighter. The false priest felt himself sinking to his knees choking in agony. “And this is for sending me off to the nut house!!!!” Yasmine screamed out. The hunter drew the cord even tighter for the last time! Jez slowly lost consciousness.

After a few minutes, Yasmine checked her target. Jez Darwin was dead on the spot. The hunter smiled to herself coldly. “One bastard dead,” she thought. “Now to finish up here and get the other bastard and get back my son!” Then, the hunter freed the body and dragged Jez away to finish the work.