Chapter Eighteen
The darkness of the gym shielded Vincent’s eye sight for a few moments and no longer. He blinked his eye lashes until he could see clearly. When he could, he scanned the area that will be stage three out of four for act one.
The gym was decked out in black, purple, red, orange, and yellow everywhere. The tables there formed a circle around the middle of the gym, but there were few kids on the dance floor part of the gym. The rest of them were in the sides. Dealing with drugs, trying to get lucky, or just wasting their time. Or maybe it was all three. Or some or non at all. Who knows? Vincent did not have time to worry about such petty things. He was more focused at the task at hand. He scanned the area until his eyes landed on Tad.
Now, ever sense that argument that had happened about a month ago between Tad and Cyri, Vincent had very negative feelings toward Tad. As a member of the Children Of Darkness, he was fantastic. But as a friend, something did not set in and felt right to Vincent.
On more than one occasion, he did have the idea of talking to Cyri about this. But, every time the idea came into his mind, he wondered if he even really needed to know about this. Something told him that he needed not concern ones self with such matters. But, still, the thought bugged him to no end.
Tad looked over and mumbled something obscene under his breath when he saw Vincent staring at him.
Tad knew that Vincent was an okay guy, but there was something that he did not like. One of them was him being a his dictatorship he had on the group. He never like the idea of him being the leader (was against it from the start), but he had delt with that. The next thing had to be his logic. Tad had the feeling that something wrong was going to come out of all of this that would make everything end up being for nothing. The last and final thing was his (Vincent) relationship with Cyri.
Ever sense he and Coraline broke up (the first time about a year ago), he had developed strong feelings for Cyri. Most of it began one day about ten months ago. He remembered it well.
He walked into Cyri’s house, wanting to just hang out and talk to her like they always did. When he called out her name, there was no answer. He went up stairs, hoping that she was there. But when he went and found her, she was standing on her bed with a noose tied around her neck.
Panicking, he jumped up and pulled her down. He yelled at her, asking what the hell was wrong with her, asking why she would do such a stupid thing, or even for that manner think of such a thing. She was shaken, crying about it.
He then went, grabbed her and held her for a few minutes. Rocking her back and forth, he made her promise not to do anything that stupid and reckless again. No matter what. When she promised, he went and pressed his lips against hers. For a few minutes, they remained like that. Then she broke them apart.
She explained to him that she saw him only as a friend. Nothing more. Nothing less. He hated that, but agreed that that was a one time only thing and that it will mean nothing to them. But to Tad, it meant everything. From then until know, he had always had strong feelings for Cyri. He knew that it was her pass that had driven her to almost take her life, and started to be protective over her and anyone she comes into contact with so that she would never have another reason to do something like that ever again. And when Vincent entered the script, and the way in which Cyri spoke about and to him, Tad started having negative feelings towards Vincent. And because of that believe of hatred, Tad hated Vincent.
He looked over at Cyri, knowing what she must do. But, he did swear to God that if anything was to hurt Cyri, he would kill Vincent. No exception.
Cyri looked over and saw both Vincent and Tad looking at and checking on her. She understood that it must be her to undergo this task of burden, and she wanted to. Very much. She knew that that she had to for herself to help get rid of the thoughts of him and to escape from the past that had to deal with him.
Like so many people in her life, she was fucked over good by almost everyone that has come into contact with her. First was her real parents (drunk and molesting pig), her first set of adoptive parents (illegal child labor workers), and then Ratliff (ruined her life after trusting him). And that was just the tip of the iceberg. And on one chapter, she wanted to close it’s eyes forever.
As she was walking around, she found Ratliff. He looked like some wanna be rapper. Complete with sagging pants, a wife-beater (who gave tank tops that name?), and short, crew cut hair. The only thing that Cyri thought up of was why he had became like this. Then again, she knew that when he moved, he ended up adapting to some completely different subculture of society. Almost everything about him changed. The person she knew was dead. This person had to go.
Taking a deep breath, she approached him. Vincent and her dicussed this in it’s entirely, going over everything that was suppose to happen. And now, it was show time.
“Hello, Garrett.” Cyri said as she approached him.
“You know to damn well that I do not go by that name anymore, bitch.” When Ratliff said that, there was a hint of strong alcohol on his breath. Cyri thought that this job just got a little bit more easier.
“That is what I still call you. Seriously, what had happened to you? You use to be such a cute, good boy.”she started moving closer to him. “But now you are a bad, naughtu little mother fucker.” Cyri was basically barking up on him. Ratliff, being the perverted pig he is, went and started playing with her. Cyri had the feeling of vomiting as memories of her father came back to her. The feel of someone touching her, even more there, made her sick. But, she dealt with it. But one thing she did know: Him doing this was not expected.
Tad saw all of that. He was running toward them. Like Hell he was going to all this. But, as he was running, something grabbed his shoulder and held him back.
“Let her be.” Vincent was the one that said this.
“What the fuck is wrong with you you sick bastard?” Tad yelled “You know what this asshole is capable of doing and you want to just sit back and let this happen? Well, fuck you! I am taking action!” Vincent’s grip on Tad’s shoulder grew tighter.
“The reason why I have not went all ape shit on this yet is because me and her already talked about all of this. That is to be expected. Now, was she expected to be filled up by him? No. That we did not anticipate. But, we did have a plan ‘B’ just in case that was to happen. When he starts trying to get fresh with her, she will take the needle out of the bag, jam it into his throat, and then knock him out. Until we get notification that that has happened, chill the fuck down and have a drink with me.” Tad wanted to beat the living shit out of Vincent, but he remembered that he was not going to fight him unless something serious happens to Cyri. They sat a table that circled the dance floor and ordered a few drinks. They hoped and pray that nothing was going to happen.
Cyri had feelings of fear crawl over her as she felt Ratliff’s lips on her bare chest. She wanted this guy dead more than ever. She looked over and had something of an idea. But, she waited for the perfect moment.
And the time was around when she felt Ratliff’s bare hands touch her ass. She went and kicked him square in the face with her knee. When he was down, she ran to get her purse, but Ratliff was quick. He grabbed her ankle on the right leg and knocked her down. He crawled on top of her, trying to get ready to fuck her. She kept her cool, until she finally grabbed her purse. She went around, finding the box that contained the needle that Vincent had given her. When she looked at it before coming into the Gym, she saw that it was already filled.
Turning over quick (when drunk, he did not have that much power), she got on top of him and jabbed the needle into his neck. He made no growls of pain as she pushed down on the plunger and the anesthesia went into his veins. Withing a few moments, he was knocked out.
She got up and slipped back on her clothes. A few bruises were starting to form and some blood around her chest, but she can deal with that. Before she went and grabbed her cell phone, She went and kicked him the groin. Hard.
Vincent and Tad where on their eleventh and tenth (respectively) drinks when Tad’s cell phone started ringing. When he activated it, he had a text message from Cyri. When opened, it said: You and Vincent get your asses in here now. I have already contacted the others. Knock on the men bathroom door six times so I know that you are there. - C.
Vincent banged on the door six times and yelled that it was him and Tad that were there. When Cyri opened the door, she quickly threw them in. Locking the door, they noticed just how loud the music was outside.
“As I already said, I have sent a message to the others. They are setting everything up as we speak. He is sedated. Nicely. I kicked him in the junk just to make sure.” Vincent and Tad squirmed when she said this. “I kicked him there because, Vincent, one thing we did not expect at all was him trying to rape me. I expected him to touch me somewere, but to take off my clothes and fuck me? Different matter entirely.” Tad gave Vincent a dark, evil look. Cyri saw this immediately. “Tad, that was eventually to happen. There was no denying it. I wish that we were more prepared. That is all. The fucker is now knocked out. I am bruised, but in the words of Gloria Gaynor: I will survive.”
Vincent looked at the body of Ratliff. He wanted to do his job right there and then. But, he knew that he needed to hold off that feeling for now. Later on, he will take care of this. He got out of the stall, and looked around. He had one friend that wanted him dead for this job and another that is bruised. What else can he think of that was going to happen. As they were thinking threw the rest of this evening, there was think giant knock on the bathroom door.
“Cyri!” a voice yelled threw the opposite side of the door. “It’s Job here with the rest of the guys! Let us in!” Cyri went and unlocked the door. They saw all of the guys (except for Dumas, who was in the car) and the girls that were there. The girls took Cyri to the side to check on her. The guys brought this giant blanket to wrap Ratliff’s body in. Job took Vincent to the side to talk to him.
“Okay, we are wrapping up his body, and then we will take him out of here. We already figure out how to dispose of the body when the final act and stage erupts. Anything else we need to do?” Vincent thought for a few seconds.
“Are the teachers still distracted?”
“Yes, I was able to get them thinking that something is going on in one of the hallways. The student monitors (that is us) have taken over. After we load up this fucker, then we will say that we have to go for about an hour or two. Then we will be back.” Zat yelled that everything was ready to go.
All the guys picked up this rolled up sheet that had Ratliff shoved inside of it, and started to carry him out. Ronnie opened the bathroom door and saw that nobody was around. All the guys carried him out. Vincent and Cyri stayed behind.
“You are not hurt too much, right?” He asked her.
“Well, other than trying to fuck me, bruise me, and above all else, bite my nipples enough that there is blood, I am pretty peachy right now. I just want him dead and that is that.” They stared at each other for a few seconds. Then, Cyri getting teary eyed, went and hugged Vincent.
They remained hugging each other for a few seconds until they split apart and went into the car. Cyri explained that the reason why was because she just needed someone to squeeze, and he was there. Vincent told her not to worry about it at all.
Once in the car, they were all quiet. No one said a word. In the back was the body of Ratliff. They took off the blanket and threw it to the side (they needed the guy to breath, right?). As his body was being rocked back and forth, the only thing that was going threw Vincent’s mind was how to do this job and the outcome. He just hoped and prayed to God that this will all work out in the end.
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