The moon came, but with it came a pair of wings as Alejandro looked outside and up into the sky through his window. He saw a figure clothed in white, with brown skin. He saw Saw long black hair curled into a pony tail. He looked like a Mexican. His chiseled jaw and toned body amazed Alejandro. The angel's body was not massive, but to Alejandro, he seemed to brim with power.
The angel lifted up the window, and Alejandro fell on his back. His neck bent to see the Archangel the size of a full grown man crawl through his window. He was not sure what he should do. He was not sure what he should say.
The archangel spoke.
He said, "Fear not, for I come with good tidings."
Alejandro knew not what to do, at first.
The moment he saw the archangel smile gently, he slammed his fist on his right leg. He gathered his courage and stood.
He said, "Who are you?"
"My name is Michael, and I have come to teach you the method to gaining power, harnessing the energy reflected off the moon."
"But why the moon?" Alejandro said.
"Because it is dependent, just as you are dependent on God."
Alejandro furrowed his brows. He knew not what he should do or how he should react to this statement. 'Am I in a dream,' he thought, 'Is this an illusion? Am I crazy?'
"You're not crazy, just oblivious."
Alejandro furrowed his brows. The muscles beneath his large eyebrows clenched.
Unsure of what to do, Alejandro decided to not be confused at each step. Inaction is just as bad or worse than action in some cases.
So, he stopped thinking, and he said, "What do I have to do to 'harness the moon-power?'
Michael said, "You will see it in a vision."
The vision struck Alejandro with a bitter heaviness, for the hand of the Lord was heavy upon him. He saw letters, heavy, and words, pressing--pressing down on his very way of life as he knew it.
He knew not the purpose of this future. He knew not the purpose of his future, but he knew from the depths of his spirit that the vision contained knowledge, and would only bring suffering to his life and lives around him, yet he cared not. The memory was fresh--the stench of the dumpster, the rage of being humiliated.
Unsure of how to respond, he sighed, he sighed, and he cried. He saw a multitude of beasts chasing one spirit. Wherever the spirit went, the beasts went. Each beast had its own wheel that spun with a furious fire as the axel. The beasts never turned from following the spirit, and the wheels never turned from following the beasts.
Lightning flashed inside the night, and Michael waited for the thunder. Michael was now seated on Alejandro's bed.
The thunder cracked and stuttered.
Unsure of how to receive the sound, Alejandro assumed that the thunder woke him up, but Michael knew it was the light of lightning, illuminating the future to Alejandro through the power of the Holy Spirit.
The future shews not itself to the strong, nor to the common man, nor to the model of statistics, yet it showed itself to Alejandro.
Alejandro saw his future, and he hated it. He screamed at the top of his lungs. He started beating the floor with his fist.
"Why! Why must the future be this way!"
Michael answered him not; rather, he melted, blending into the surroundings like a chameleon and watched Andrew's mother rush in and hold him. She wrestled with Alejandro. His self-harm and harm to their surroundings worried her.
"Alejandro!"
"Alejandro!" she said as she saw his tear-filled eyes and rage-stained face.
She knew she couldn't do much except for hold him, as he bitterly wept and said, "Things won't be the same!"
She started to cry at the same time.
She said, "They can-they can be better... I'm here. I-"
"No! Momma, I'll get strong, so strong, no one can hurt us!"
Andrew's words worried her, yet she drew a sense of comfort from them. 'He isn't utterly defeated,' he thought, 'Not yet.'
His words meant something entirely else to Michael, as Michael hovered above the apartment complex and said, "Not even angels know the full mind of God..."