In the few days sense the creation of The Children Of Darkness, everything has gone perfectly as planned. They have all decided that they will tribute one room in each of there houses, preferably an office or dinning room, to be made into a gathering space from them to work. And today's room was Vincent's. The office was in the shape of an octagon. On all walls, except for three, a couch leaned against the teal green painted walls. Above the couches were a variety of pictures of cats, tigers, lions, panthers, etc. On one of the three other walls, a desk rested with a black desktop, a white printer, and a yellow lamp. On another, a wide window that almost, not quite, touch the ceiling and walls. Lastly, a soundless, mahogany set of double doors the were connected to the walls and touched the ceiling. Engraved in the door was engravings that looked very reminiscent of the Victorian Era of Europe. Then, out of nowhere, Tad walked in and dropped a gargantuan amount of paper on Vincent's keyboard.
“Watch it, Dumb-ass!” Everyone turned toward the desk that Vincent yelled from and saw the scared face of Tad. His face had permanent scares from the last encounter he had with Ratliff. Strangely, some of the girls in there school seems to find scars sexy, Vincent could not think why.
“Sorry Vladimir,” Vincent looked through the stack of paper and saw that Tad had done what he commanded. Maybe Vladimir was a better name for him than Vincent, for the name/ word Vladimir is Slavic for “great ruler”. The paper he had commanded Tad to get was the state records of the entire Children Of Ghetto's members and their back stories. It was Tad that was sent to retrieved them, because his mother was now dating a school security officer, and the head building had all of the files on every student in the county. So, all he had to do was go with his mother's boyfriend, with the impression that he wanted to get used to him, then quickly snatch the files. Vincent is pleased with Tad's work.
“You done well, Tad.” Tad smiled, pleased with himself. Then, Vincent motioned his hand for everyone to come near his desk. When they arrived, Vincent had already split the stack of papers into thirteen piles; one for each of them. He picked up one set and dropped it into each of there hands.
“I want you all to look threw these and give me a summary of what you find. I believe that if we learn from there pasts, then we may know how to stop them in the future.” They all went back to the positions in the room and started reading. One thing about Vincent is that he loved the peace, quiet, tranquility of silence like a library because he knew that it is suppose to be quiet. After about twenty minutes, Vincent threw down his stack of papers and looked up.
“Okay guys, spit it out,” they all looked at him. “what did you guys get.” It was Cyri that spoke first.
“Ratliff Hodge was born in California to two wealthy lawyers. At age five, he moved to Colorado. His grades were mediocre at best. He made friends pretty easily. At the time, he was known for attracting the most women, and men. Then, because I thought he was kind, sweet, and caring, I went out with him for three years. Then he moved to New York. When he moved back, almost everything about him has changed. From his appearance to his grades. He used to look like a respectable person, clean cut, nice clothing, always respectful. Now he has shaven his head, wears sagging pants, and he used to listen to music the school deemed as appropriate to heavy rap music. The kind with the references to women abuse, drugs, and other disturbing things. Then, when he revealed my past, he was sent to a school for delinquents called “Cross Roads”. At Cross Roads, he met Lee, Snoop, and Mycheal. Then, they created what had became The Children Of Ghettos. There job: Import drugs to others who could not afford it and sell male and female prostitutes to teens that want to get laid fast. Or need to have what appears to be a boy- or girlfriend. And when ever a selected person can not pay off there debt to Ratliff, he tracks you down with the trio (Lee, Snoop, and Mycheal) and they go to any means necessary to track you down.” Everyone looked directly at Fron, evil eyed. Fron looked around.
“What?!” He said, shrugging his shoulders. They kept on giving him the evil eyes. “So what if I am a nymphomaniac?”
“Then you better get your self checked into to rehab buddy,” Ronnie said, tightening the bolts on his prosthetic. “Because, if you don't stop humping every hole you see, you might end up in a coffin. Now,” He took a deep breath. “Who is next?” Everyone turned there heads towards Vincent.
“Uh... Ronnie, what about you?” Ronnie cleared his throat and began to speak.
“Mycheal Ballard was born and raised in the slums of Florida. Now, not to sound racist, but it was because of the Cubans that he learned about prostitution and how to convince girls and women to become his, sluts. Usually, he would try and find girls that are in need of being popular, and, face it, in this time and century, the only way some people believe to be popular is if they have sex. And, sadly, the girls he finds are like that. So, he gets them all prettied up and glamorous, then, completes the job, per se. When, he moved here, he decided to add men to his group for extra money. He joined up with Ratliff when he (Ratliff) became interested in his (Mycheal) business. Now, threw the whores and drug imports, they make more money then the average adult makes in a month.” Everyone had sick looks on there faces when Ronnie was done speaking. They knew he was a pimp, but not a pimp of that magnitude. Fron had a look of guilt on his face.
“Anyone else?” Vincent looked around. Nobody raised there hands. “Okay, now this is sad. I will arrange you all in an order and threw that order you will tell me your summaries of your person. The order will go: Job, Jadis, Zat, Jack, Tad, Dumas, Coraline, Joan, and Maxine.” Fron did not get a stack of papers. Taking a deep breath, Job began to tell his summary.
“Lee Blackmon is without a doubt, one of the most disgusting people you can imagine. He was born here in Colorado and had been put into juvenile a couple of times. The same reason: Rape. Usually he targets the social type of women every time: preppy and/ or cheerleader. Most of the time, they keep there mouths shut about the incident because they fear he will hurt them more then he has already. But, one girl did escape and rat him out. Thankfully, law enforcements got involved quickly to take care of this sick ass bastard. When he got out, he found comfort and companionship threw Ratliff and Mychael. He became close friends with Mychael because of the fact that he was pimp, he was able to have intercourse whenever he wanted for free and yet have it be alright. Then, when his police record could not get any more higher, it did: Drug charges. From what it says, he has been arrested on countless charges of underage drinking, cocain use, and a bunch of other uses that I can not pronounce there names. The last time he was in prison, it was about five months ago on an account drug use and sexual assault on five different girls. The girl's parents could not be found to be questioned or want there names or there daughter's names in the profiles. He was going to be sued on the charges, but Lee's parents looked towards Ratliff's parents, which were lawyers, for help. So, naturally, the families lost. And because of that, most families could not do any thing if there daughters feel into the hands of Lee Blackmon.” Almost every girl in the room and either a look of shock, disgust, hatred, or fear in there eyes. The guys had looks of either being pissed off, annoyed, or something else. A few minutes had passed, by now everyone would have had enough time to have the information sink down into them.
“For future reference,” Vincent said. “try not to say words like 'bastard' or 'asshole' when reading your summaries, unless it is part of the actual summary it self. Thank-you! Now Jadis, your turn.” taking a deep, shallow breath, Jadis looked around the room and prepared to read her summary.
“Snoop Blackwell is the main supplier of the schools drugs. He was born in Memphis's ghetto areas where he would spend most his time on the streets instead of at school or home. On the streets, he was taught the value of certain drugs, there effects, and most import, the cost. By the time he was seven, he was one of the most sought after dealers on the back-streets of Memphis Tennessee. Now, one thing that has always puzzled law enforcement was how he could have escaped. It has been suspected that he had some people on the inside, more than likely police cops, that would be willing to fake a breakout in exchange for drugs. When he was out, he would stay at other dealer's houses until everything was cleared out. But, that had all changed when his parents decided to try and have there son put under arrest. When that had gotten out, Snoop found a dealer that was coming to Colorado and payed the dealer to take him with him. So, when he had gotten here, he found Ratliff who was in need of drugs, and willing to keep Snoop in his house as long as he was able to get free drugs whenever he wanted.” She stopped and took a deep breath. Then, Vincent looked up from his notes.
“Thank you for sharing that with us, Jadis.” He turned his attention towards Zat. “Okay, Zat. You're up!” Zat straighten his back and began to speak.
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