City of Angels

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The second battle of a major war between God and Satan are about to break out, and 4 special children are the key to His victory.

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Setting: Earth2010-11-04 02:25:41, as written by Machina Ex Deus
"Damndamndamndamndamn," Jack swore to himself several times in quick succession, applying more pressure to the pedal than was perhaps strictly legal. What the fuck was wrong with his brain today, anyway? He was never like this; he left the obviously hormonal jocks to be like that. Frankly, he was glad he'd gotten his sorry ass outta there before he'd done something he was going to regret later. That would just be... no, better to not even think about it.

The young man shuddered, and pulled into his garage, not even bothering to lock his doors before grabbing his school stuff and running upstairs to his study. He'd be alone, now, as his parents wouldn't be home for another couple hours at least, and his sister was away at college. Dumping his backpack on the floor beside his desk, he collapsed into the accompanying office chair, breathing a sigh of relief. That had been close... to what, exactly, he wasn't precisely sure, but it would have been bad. Even now, he felt somewhat compelled to go back.

Yikes. No way he was doing that shit, no matter how badly his stupid inner self was telling him he wanted to. For once, he was relieved to be doing calculus homework. Nothing quite killed any remotely hormonal feeling quicker than calc. Already he was relaxing substantially, and managed to push whatever the hell he was feeling from his brain, focused as it was on the strictly logical art of relating number to each other for no other reason than because he could.