Chapter Twenty
They were all in the back of The car with Dumas driving. They were mostly quiet. Some of them were beyond disgusted as they had the butchered body of Ratliff between them. It shocked most of them that Vincent (back in his tuxedo) was beyond calm about this entire matter. But, they figured sense he was the one that done this job, he would be the one less affected. On the way to the school, no one said a word.
When they got there, Vincent looked at the body then at all of the members.
“Okay, remember how I told you to do this. When the lock struck twelve, it will be show time so make damn sure that this is all works out. And make damn sure that no one sees you.” As he said this, Tad jumped out of the car and ran to the dumpster out back. When he returned, he had this huge box.
“I figure that we shove is body in here and say that it is going to be in storage. That should get us in.” Tad said as he opened the back. Vincent nodded his head and the guys went and shoved the body into the box, sealed it, and began to carry it inside. The girls went back to their posts as monitors at the front of the gym.
“You okay?” Vincent asked Cyri. She had this sick look to her.
“I will be alright. I just need a big ass drink.” They both walked into the gym.
Nothing was different from the time they carried out the drunk body of Ratliff earlier. People were still dancing, the other members of The Children Of Ghetto had not started looking for their leader. It was perfect. Vincent and Cyri walked to one of the tables and ordered two large suicides (seven soft drinks mixed into one).
“I can not believe what we done.” Cyri said when they found a table to sit down at. She took a few gulps into over half of the drink was gone.
“What is so hard to believe what you saw? That was a bastard that had no purpose to be alive and here on this earth and he had to go. Nothing odd about that. Nothing unbelievable, just justice.” Vincent took a sip.
“Yes, but what makes us the ones to decide who lives and who dies? We have no say in that.” Cyri had a look of worry and shame in her eyes. Vincent took a deep breath.
“Cyri, we became the deciders of that when This bastard ruined your life. We became the deciders when he killed Fron. We became the deciders when he destroyed other people’s lives. We have a mission: Stop these villains and their armies/ gangs from hurting and destroying other people’s lives with fear and until we destroy everyone of them, we will never stop.”
“Yes, but what about the fact that we could be thrown in – Good God, we could go to jail for this!” She started panicking. She was becoming furious, over-hyperactive. Vincent then went and slapped Cyri to calm her down.
“Listen to me!” he hissed. “Nothing will or is going to happen. You know how this plan works. You know what is going to happen next. So, Cyri, please stop this foolishness.” He went and hugged her. She was starting to calm down.
“Alright. Sense this is your brain child, I will follow this. But, what happens next?”
“Let us wait a bit before we decide what is going to happen. In the mean time, you need to dance. Care to join me?” Vincent extended his hand; Cyri grabbed the hand that was extended towards her. She wanted to say no, but she need something to get her mind off of this. So, they both went onto the dance floor.
The song that was blaring was Hey Jude by The Beatles. This was an odd song, but then again, this is a dance and it is ironic that this song would be blaring right now. They started to slowly dance back and forth.
“So, other then feeling sick to your stomach, what are you feeling now?” Vincent said as they rocked back and forth.
“Right now, a little better. I am trying to ignore all of this and pay attention to remembering how to dance.” They were silent for a few moments. The entire dance floor was filled with numerous couples dancing and enjoying themselves. Even though they did not say it, they both knew what the other was thinking: If it was not for our main mission, then this would be a nice date. They danced until the song was over with. Cyri started feeling sick again and sat down. They both sat in silence.
“How many more minutes until midnight?” She asked taking a deep breath.
“About five minutes. Then, show time.” Vincent responded, taking a gulp of his drink. They both sat listening to the music. This was not an average night to anyone, but still, Vincent felt well. He never felt odd being surrounded by death. He did not understand it at all. How was it that he could handle this and yet, no one else could? He wondered that threw out most of the night.
“Sorry I slapped you earlier.” He said looking down. He did not mean to, but that was the only way to calm her down.
“I understand why you did. I am not mad at you for doing so. In fact, as I am sure you know, I needed you to.” She looked at the clock by one of the walls.
“We have two minutes before it is show time, Vinc.” When she said this, Vincent grabbed her hand.
“It would be best if we were out side. If people ask, you need some air.” They both walked out of the school’s gym. When they were out side, they met up with the other members. Even thing was in place.
Then, there was a giant explosion when the clock struck midnight. They saw threw the glass on the roof a giant red pumpkin formed by lights. And then some screaming. Acting stunned, they ran inside. There were people running amongst, ramming into each other. There was talk of fire, bodies, and Ratliff. When they saw the destruction that Vincent knew that Tad knew how to make good, small, disposable bombs like the one used. On the floor was the burning body of Ratliff. All the students were asked by the teachers to leave the area.
When everyone was outside, it was understand that Ratliff died. When kids started leaving, The Children Of Darkness got up and walked to Dumas’ car and drove away.
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