The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Vincent was sitting in a spare room in his house, sipping out of a rather large cup boiling hot coffee. He felt the hot liquid rushing down his throat, warming him. He knew where Cyri was at, and he had strong faith that she will do well. Before she left, they talked over how this was going to go:

“I seriously think that you are getting fiction and the real word mixed up.” Cyri said as she tied the cloak around herself.

“How? One thing about film like that one is that if one had the desire, they could reenact. I mean, how hard can it be to strap a guy down, shove a dildo up his ass, force him to watch his own filth, and then tattoo some words onto him?”

“The fact that anything could go wrong.”

“I doubt that. For the past week, we have done countless research into his schedule, learning about his every move, every breath, every piss he takes. We know. When we learned that his parents would be absent the entire day, then we knew that this would be the most perfect chance. Seriously, the only thing that could go wrong would be if someone was at home, not suspecting a thing, only to find you sitting across the room from him, you torturing him. And what the the odds that that would happen? Not very much, sweet-heart.” Cyri sat across from Vincent, sipping a cup of coffee. She would need the energy.

“I just not want anything to fuck up. I mean, what if he ends up telling his parents about this? What if they see the tattoo? I mean, my God. This entire thing is a bad idea. I say that we abort this. Now.”

“Not so fast. So he does not go and tell anyone, tell him that if he does tell, then we will expose to the press and police organizations what he is doing. Or, if you want, tell him that we will kill him for opening his mouth. He knows that we kill Ratliff, so he knows that we mean business. Simple as that.”

“Okay, now what if he is asked about the tattoos?”

“Well, his parents know that he is insane, so tell him to tell his parents that he done this to himself. It is not that hard and when you are imagining that you are someone else, then that other side of you feels the pain. I done some research on this, so I know how this all works out.”

“What I think, as of now, is that you have been watching too much Swedish cinema.” Cyri shook her head and chugged down the rest of her coffee.

“Maybe you are right. Okay, we only have ten minutes left before you have to leave to carry out your job. You do have the tattoo gun, right?” She patted the suitcase next to her.

“Along with the ropes and duct-tape.” She opened the suitcase, showing the contents.

“Good. Remember: Get rid of the gun the moment you get out of the house. There is a garbage dump near the sight of where the action takes place. Get in and throw in there the gun. If you have to, find some garbage bag, open it up, and shove it in their. And remember to wear flammable gloves so we can destroy them afterwords. Got all of that?” Cyri looked towards the clock and picked up the suitcase.

“I got that. What I do not get is why I even listen to your fat ass.” She began to leave.

“Because you love me.” he said in a kiddish like tone.

“In the words of the Aerosmith: Dream. On.” She shut the door only to hear Vincent laughing. She had a huge jokingly smile on her face.

That was about three hours ago. Sense she left, he had sat on his ass, in the ice cold spare room, waiting for Cyri. The more a minute passes, the more he found himself in pure worry over Cyri. Something, well, anything could go wrong. He could retaliate, attack her, and do what he was having thoughts to do. Or he could have his entire gang there. Too much could happen.

Another cup of coffee.

He started asking himself if he was over worrying about this. Cyri is a tough girl that has been threw hell and back, so this should be easy for her. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind. He started to let his mind wonder. Right when he was calm, his door burst open to a tired, partially bloodied Cyri.

“Well, that is over with.” She grabbed the pitcher of coffee on a near by table and chugged it down, some of the coffee spilling over his face.

“How did it go?” He handed her a cup. She drank two and a half complete cups of the hot liquid, and just plopped down onto the couch next to him.

“You know, the more I think about this, the more I wonder how other people think about all the shit we do. First in October we killed a guy that fucked over the lives of many. Now we just tortured a guy that creates child pornography tapes to the sick bastards we see around us. I wonder who the next victim will be. Some animal abuser? A druggy? This is getting trippy.” She chugged down another glass of coffee.

“I am just going to take it that that went well.” Vincent said, looking at her as she poured another glass.

“Well, he was heavier than I expected, but I will admit that it was fun electrocuting him, to be honest.” She said with a giggle.

“How was it fun?” Vincent was puzzled that anyone would find it fun to do that.

“I tazered his balls.” Cyri burst out laughing when Vincent's face became white.

“Ouch.” He said, over-exaggerating it. Then he found himself laughing. They remained like that for a few minutes.

“Okay, that is a tad bit crazy, but did it work for him?”

“It gave him some extra pain when I took care of him.”

“What was his reaction to the entire ordeal?”

“Same as the lawyer in that film and the pedophile in the other: shocked.” They were both quiet for a few moments.

“Hey, I know that this is rather odd, but would you mind if I took a shower in your bathroom? I just need to get this blood off of me.” She reached for the suitcase.

“Yeah, sure. GO straight ahead. I will call Jadis and Job to let them know what is happening and going on.”. She nodded her head, grabbed the suitcase, and left the room. A few minutes later, he heard the water being turned on in the bathroom. He picked up his cell phone and called Jadis.

“Yes?” Jadis' voice sounded small.

“Yeah, it is me, Vincent. Cyri is back.”

“Wait, let me get Job.” A few minutes later...

“Okay, you are on speaker. Where is she now?”

“Cyri is in the shower. She has blood on her clothes, and is beyond tired. I am going to send her home when she gets out.”

“Vincent, this is Job. How is she?” His voice had a touch of concern in it.

“Other than being tired and her muscles aching, she is fine. Tomorrow, I will be having a reunion of all the members of The Children Of Darkness to discuss what had happened and about the likely outcome.” There was a moment of silence.

“Is there any way we can speak to Cyri?” Job asked.

“As of tonight, I would say no to that. Talk to her tomorrow. Let he rest tonight. I will see you both tomorrow. Night.” Vincent turned off the phone and went into the kitchen to get himself a bottle of water when Cyri came out of the bathroom. She had on a pair of jeans, a clean black shirt, and wet hair to match. Vincent handed her a bottle of water.

“You know, to be honest, if I were to tell myself last year at this time that I would be doing any of this, I would say that I was insane. I mean, look at us! We are practically saints.” She started chugging down her water.

“Saints? Boondock Saints? I would not say that we are there yet. But do not worry, we are still just starting out.” Vincent sat across from her.

“Just so you are aware,” Vincent said, opening another bottle of water. “Tomorrow in the spare room, we will be having a meeting with the other remaining members of The Children Of Darkness to discuss what has happened and if we want to reform the group.”

“Why tomorrow?”

“Because I want everyone to know about this as soon as possible. I would have said lets do this today, but it is already late as it is. So, I do not see the point in trying to wake everyone up. Besides, it gives me more time to think about how we are going to present this. From how I look at it, we will be having some people that would be beyond pissed off that we done this without consulting anyone, so I must think of a way to get across to them that us not telling them was the best thing.” They were silent for a few minutes. Both of them had thoughts going threw their minds, and they did not feel like discussing them. It was a few moments longer before Cyri opened her mouth.

“You know, when I was in the bathroom, I called Heidi up and let her know that I was going to stay a little bit longer here. And when I left, I did allow Veronica to know that I was staying over here tonight for a little bit. So, I was hoping if you would not mind, we could do something.”

“What did you have in mind?” This did take him by surprise.

“Well, I was thinking that we could watch a film together to try and clear our heads. Interested?” Cyri asked.

“Let me make some iced tea first, then we'll find something to watch.” He stood up and went to the kitchen.

When the tea was fixed, and they began watching their film, Cyri, who was leaning against Vincent, fell a sleep on him. Vincent, smiling, fell asleep right next to her. Veronica saw them together, but just left them. To her, this was too precious.

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Twenty Nine.

After days of watching those two films over and over again, plus throw in the fact that they went and stalked Donnie's schedule to such an extent that they knew it by heart, Cyri was wondering how they can get away with this. She had on this giant black cloak that covered her entire body. She looked around the neighbor hood that she was in to make sure that no one was seeing her. Against her side, she had a black, rectangular suitcase.

She rang the door bell and stood back, breathing hard. The door opened to reveal Donnie shirtless, looking at Cyri.

“Hey, you.” He said, trying to appear to be seductive. It was not at all having an affect on Cyri.

“Let me in, Donnie.” She said not looking at him. But, he would not let her in, she knew what he wanted. Putting down the suitcase, she grabbed his head and forced her lips onto his. She has opening that this would end fast, but it would last a while. A few moments later, she separated from him, picked up the suitcase, and walked into his house.

There was no sign of anyone present, which was good. They walked into the kitchen where there was two cups laid out, each filled with boiling hot coffee in each.

“Please, sit down.” He said, grabbing her suitcase and putting it on a back table. He directed her to the table, sitting her down, and told her to drink her coffee. Cyri obediently done as she was told.

“To be honest,” Donnie said, sitting down to drink his. “I was shocked when you told me you wanted to be in one of my films. I mean, I know that a lot of girls want to, but I have to make them audition for a chance to be in one of my films. But, sense I know you very well, I should make an exception.”

“I thank you for this opportunity.” She said, looking around. “I always loved to act and when I heard by some of your friends that you write and direct films, I knew that I have had to get onto this as soon as possible.” In reality, Cyri did love to act. And this was her at her best.

“Now, how dedicated are you to be in this film? Enough to do anything I need you to do?”

“Anything no matter what.”

“What if I needed you to do something that would be borderline torture?”

“I am open to anything.”

“Good. Good.”

“Now, tell me what this character I am playing is suppose to be?”

“Well, you are playing this girl that is known for dating a lot of guys. I mean, guys galore. Now, she is use to guys until she has found this one that is different. So much so, that she feels something she has not felt in a long time: Love. She feels her heart beating, her being in love is something that she does not expect. YOU are the girl. Now, I know that you have been in love before. So, this should not be any problem for you.” They were all silent. Cyri was laughing in her head at how stupid he was. Loved him? No fucking way.

“Well,” she said, gulping down her coffee. “Where will the first scene take place in?”

“Well, I was thinking that we film it in my bedroom. Okay, your character's name will be, Lyra. Now, Lyra is in her boyfriend's bedroom, looking around, thinking if this is right or not. About their relationship that is. Then, I play her boyfriend. I walk into the bedroom, trying to convence you to be mine, then we start making out. Simple as that. All dialog is improvised. Think you can do that?” Cyri shook her head yes, grabbed the suitcase, and followed him into the bedroom.

“You did bring what I asked you to bring, right?” Donnie asked, looking at the suitcase.

“Of course I did.” They walked until they got to Donnie's bedroom.

“Before we do anything,” Cyri asked. “Would you mind if I went to use the restroom? I want to freshen up.”

“Make it fast while I set everything up.” When she turned around to walk to the bathroom, Donnie grabbed the suitcase. “I will take this into the room.”

“I am going to need that.”

“Why?” Cyri rolled her eyes when Donnie uttered that.

“I was not going to tell you, but that has some of my personal belongings. So, may I please have it back?” Donnie let out an agitated breath

“Get out what you need now, then let me bring this in.” Cyri went, bent over, and started getting her belongings.

“Do you mind telling me Donnie why is it that you needed me to bring over a knife, handcuffs, and a rope?” she was looking for it.

“When we film the scene, you will see why. Done yet?” Donnie asked, when Cyri stood up. She dropped her cloak that she was wearing to reveal her cloths (kind of loose black pants, tight black shirt). She gave him the suit case. Once he had it in his hand, she put her hands on his shoulder and started kissing his neck. This took Donnie by surprised as he started to lightly moan.

“Good God Cyri,” he said. “What made you come along?” Cyri stopped kissing him.

“This.” Then she shoved a tazer onto his throat and electrocuted him until he passed out.

Donnie's had a few thoughts going threw his mind. They involved pain in his groin and his arms and legs hurting and he had no clothes on. He looked around him, saw that he had ropes around his wrists and ankles, connecting him to his bed. When he was able to turn his head, he saw Cyri sitting on a chair, looking at him drinking a bottle of water.

“Comfortable yet?” She said taking a gulp. He tried to speak only to realize that she had duck taped his mouth shut. “Try not to talk. You do, and it will not only be your balls that have been electrocuted. Yeah, that will explain the pain. You see, London, yes I know who you are, I know what your game is all to damned well. You are some sick freak that abuses young girls, exploit and torture them on screen to make money off of them just to sell to equally sick and perverted assholes like yourself. Now, as you know, I dated Ratliff for a while. And yes, I will admit to you that I was part of the group that had killed him. Now, I am aware that he is related to you and that you two were in this 'film' business together, but I am bringing it to an end. But in order to do that, you must repent for your crimes. Sense your parents are not going to be here for a rather long time, this is what I am going to force you to do. You will watch every film you have made of you destroying these innocent girls' lives. Now, I have seen your films and I think that you must feel the same pain you made them feel.” Cyri went into one of the drawers to take out a long, curved item and shoved it right up Donnie's rectum. He screamed in pain the further it went inside of him.

“Do you like that pain? That is the pain you caused all those girls that you tied up and fucked like they were stuffed animals on here. Now, you will watch all the films that you created. You will see the pain that these girls suffered. And I advise you do not take your eyes off of the screen.”

About two hours had passed. Donnie saw every video, and he now knew the pain that those girls had felt. He did, a few times, take his eyes off of the screen only to have the sting of a leather whip whipping his back. By the time this was all done with, with red and yellow stains on the sheets of the bed, Cyri walked up to him.

“If you dare move, I will kill you. Make promise of that.” She went and flipped him around, causing more pain unto him.

“Now, I am in a bit of a predicament here, if you ask me.” She took a sip of water. You see, I want to make damn sure that you never do anything like this again. But yet, I do not want to kill you. So, here is my solution.” She held up a tattoo gun. “I never used one of these before. You move around, you will fuck it up. So, don't move a fucking muscle.” Then she went to work.

It took a few moments, but when she was done, the following was engraved into Donnie:

“ Donnie London Osbourne is a sick, pedophile, sadistic, rapist bastard.”

And with that done, she tazed him until he was unconscious. After she cleaned up everything and put back on him his clothes, she walked out of the house and called her mother to pick her up. 

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Eight.

“Vincent, what the fuck are you thinking of doing?” Cyri asked, but Vincent did not pay any attention to what she said at all. He just kept looking at the wall with those posters. He had seen both of those films, but he never really thought that anyone could actually pull this off. Let alone combine their most brutal of scenes.

“Do any of you know what Donnie's schedule is?” Vincent asked, taking a gulp of his drink. They were all silent for a period of time, before Job looked up, thought what Vincent had said, and came to a realization.

“Are you planning on killing this guy?” All the girls looked at Vincent. And finished off his drink looked at it, and then began talking, but it looked as if he was talking to the glass.

“Not quite.” Vincent put his glass down and looked up at them. “You see, I happen to be something of a film expert myself. And over the course of my years I would tend to watch many, many, many films and get ideas from them. Now, there are two films that I love, but I have not seen in a long time. I did not expect to be reminded of these films until I saw the posters for them over on that wall.” Everyone looked at the two film posters. “When I saw them, I remembered that they each had a scene that shows the main female character getting revenge against a man that has either hurt someone or hurt them. It the case of the poster that is in Swedish, it was a man that had hurt the girl in the poster. I was thinking what if we do not kill him, but instead torture him enough so that way he will stop this once and for all.” There was silence for about a few moments.

“That has to be one of the most idiotic things I hve ever heard of in my entire life!” Jadis said. “What makes what happens in those films work is that those are films! This is real life. What makes you think that this will work at all?”

“Back in 1999 a group of brothers decided to attack the Italian mob, bringing all the members down to size. One of the killings they done, they ended up taking from some spy movie: Come in threw the roof, attach to a rope. They were able to kill all the people in that room without getting hurt.” Job shook his head.

“Yeah, but that happened once. Sense I have seen the films, what you are planning on doing is, beyond evil. Border line satanic. Let me guess: You want to cut off the guys balls, destroy them, and then tattoo onto his chest some message that allows others to know about him while forcing him, tied up with something jammed up his ass, to watch the videos he made with those girls that he violated?”

“I could not have said it any better myself. So, for explaining my plan Job, I thank thee. Any questions?” It was Jadis that spoke up.

“Yeah, you need to seriously stop watching independent and foreign films because you are getting too many sick ideas into your head.” Jadis leaned back. “I mean, okay, we go with your idea, but how in hell do you think you can go threw with something like this, and expect it to go smoothly? It won't work. For starters, we do not know his daily rutein, we do not know when he is alone, and I doubt that we can get any more anesthisia from anyone anymore. So, in that sense, it fails.”

“On getting something to knock him out, we are wrong about that. Has any of you heard of sleeping pills? They are never that hard to get sense it is the latest fad drug out there and as such, numerous people will have spare pills they can give us. Now, with tattooing him, there is one way that I have in mind that should work. But, this way is border line torture, so when we do this, you must be able to do as I command.

“Guys, think about it: should we really allow people like this to live? People that not only destroy peoples lives, but also destroy and corrupt the moral stand points of our society? We need to put an end to this now. Or, I will do this myself. Either join me, or go against me. Make your choice.” They all looked at each other, thinking over this. It was nt easy for any of the members to think this over, seeing as how all three detested Halloween to no end, and that some (mostly Cyri) had nightmares about that night.

“Well,” Job spoke up. “Seeing as how you are the only one with an idea and the fact that we never got caught when it came down to Ratliff's death, I can strongly say that I agree with doing this. As long as we do not get caught.” Jadis shook her head.

“Vincent, I can not believe that we are going to do this again, but, seeing as how so many kids were emotionally and sexually tortured by this fiend and that nobody can do anything about it, I will go along.” Cyri said sitting down on Jadis' bed.

“I am glad that you all see my light. Now, we are going to need to freshen up on what exactly we are doing. Jadis, do you have the films that those two posters show?” Jadis, nodding at Vincent, went onto a shelf and found the two films.

“Good. I hope you guys like subtitles, because the first film is in Swedish.” They put the DVD into the computer and it started playing. Cyri turned towards Vincent.

“What is this film about, again so I know what to look for?” Vincent just smirked.

“Men who hate women. Pay attention to the scene in which the girl with the dragon tattoo (you can not miss her) gets revenge against the man who rapes her.”

“Why that so much, may I ask?”

“Because you will be reenacting that on Donnie.”

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Seven

Cyri stormed threw the front door, racing towards Jadis' room without a single greeting towards the now wondering grandparents. Cyri's mind was trying to digest all that she has read. The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became. She knew that this guy was sick, but this was beyond anything she had thought up of. When she found Jadis' room, she knocked once and entered without waiting for a reply by Jadis to see if this okay or not.

When she got in, she went and landed face down on Jadis' bed, taking a pillow and covering her face. She did not seem to take any notice of Job or Vincent.

“Why is every guy I date end up becoming a fucking piece of shit?” She asked, her voice being muffled.

“Cyri,” Jadis said. “Please remove the covers so we can speak.” When Cyri removed the covers, she froze when she she saw Vincent standing there.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Cyri asked Jadis, not taking her eyes off of Vincent.

“We figured that it was about time her knew about what we are doing.”

“And why did you guys not tell me?”

“It was on a whim. I remembered that you told me that Vincent became acquainted with Donnie and I thought that it would be about time that we recruit him to help out in our campaign.”

“Are you going to get the others?”

“Only when it seems necessary.”

“Any other reasons why he is here?

“He created this gang originally. He has some good ideas, thou at times he can be reckless. Face it Cyri, we are going to need Vincent. Now, please tell us what you found out.” Jadis said, taking a drink. Cyri looked at Vincent, than Job, finally Jadis when she got up and uploaded her phone to Jadis' computer.

“When I was at his house,” Cyri began to speak, while waiting for her phone's pictures to upload. “I found some, rather disturbing things about him. What I am about to say, you will find some copies of the files on your computer [aimed at Jadis]. But, I will give you guys the brief overview: First off, the mysterious Landon is, in fact, Donnie. They are one in the same person. Second, now this has to deal with Fron, Nyferia, and Ratliff. It turned out that Angels & Demons was known to partner with The Children Of Ghetto to create and underground child pornography business. Sense Donnie is seventeen and because of his alter-ego as being Landon, he was able to use Ratliff's former body guards in his porn videos, sell them, and get rich fast. Turns out that some adults are sicker than we thought.” All three of them (being Jadis, Job, and Vincent) all had their jaws dropped to the ground.

“But, that is not it.” There was a bit of a sound of shock, worry, and disgust in Cyri's voice. “It turns out that he has already planned his next film. From what he has said about it, I am going to be in it. And what worries me is that he wants to basically fuck me. You know, why does every guy want to shove their dicks into me for? If he wants to fuck someone, why can't it be an adult?”

Vincent slummed towards the ground. He started thinking about all of this. Then, he looked at Job.

“What would happen if Cyri here was to break up with Donnie.”

“Wow. Not like we did not think of that already. Out of the question. And I will explain it all. Half of all the kids that have been beaten were people that were either featured in Donnie's films or were girls that dated him. The percentage that were beaten based on religion is actually quite small. Now, we can not get parents involved because it makes matter worse. One girl told her parents. Her parents tried to get the police involved. For some reason he found out, and silenced them threw Ratliff.”

“How did you know that about Ratliff?”

“When you formed The Children of Darkness, I done some research on Ratliff. That is how I know about this.”

They were all silent for a few minutes. Vincent was thinking of a way to fix this. Job was at Jadis' computer, reading the files. Cyri was shaking, scared with tears falling off of her face. Jadis was comforting her. Vincent, for some reason, decided to look around at some of the poster in Jadis' room. He recognized one film. The image of it was this goth girl sitting cross legged with a fire place and the photo of a women above it. The lettering at the bottom was in Swedish.

Then he noticed another poster. It showed a young girl, dressed in red with a light brown satchel over her shoulders standing on what looked like a bear trap. He recognized the film at once, something to do with a young girl that get revenge against a pedophile she found threw chat rooms. That's it!

“Guys, I have an idea of what to do.” They all looked at Vincent. “Now, this is going to be crazy, but when I explain it: listen to what and how I say it.” They all leaned in to listen.

Mini Film Review (11/26 - 14/04)

WRISTCUTTERS: A LOVE STPRY (2006) 8.5/10

Wristcutters: A Love Story is one of the most unusual films in the way it depicts the afterlife for people who commit suicide. This film does question the afterlife, trying to find a way to get out, and what it must be like to be dead. The only thing that did not sit with me was some of the acting and a few parts of the script. This film is decent but, do I recommend this film? Not to the mainstream film goer.

SPY KIDS (2001) 8.8/10

Robert Rodriguez's Spy Kids is a perfect example of what a light hearted action/ adventure type movie should be. Now, most of you knowing me, this is not a bad thing. For the age group this film is set at, it hits the target, but there are some things that most kids would not get, but adults would. The main thing to look for is the acting (Danny Trejo as MACHETE is the main show stopper here in this film. ) and the score done by Danny Elfman.

SHINE A LIGHT (2010) 9/10

Martian Scorsese and The Rolling Stones? When I heard that the legendary director was going to be directing one of the legendary band's concerts, I seriously did not know what to think. But, after watching the entire product, I will admit that this non-fan is impressed. The highlight of the entire film will have to be the first twenty minutes when we see Scorsese working with the band. Another thing I thought was nice to see was some clips from interviews from previous television appearances by the Stones. I recommend this to anyone that is a fan of The Rolling Stones, Martian Scorsese, or both.

NATURAL BORN KILLERS (1994) 9.5/10

Natural Born Killers is, without a doubt, one of the most unique films I have ever seen. This film takes elements from the real life killing couple Bonnie & Clyde and mixes it with crack. In terms of script, score, acting, directing, and cinema-photography, this film hits them so hard they have exploded. This films main draw back is the pacing. Recommend for everyone to see.

HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS (2000) 5/10

While the sets are fantastic in bringing to life Dr. Seuss' world, it fails on making things eerie at times for this sort of tale. On The Grinch, I like how they tried to make him have an anti-hero outlook, but they fail at not giving more of a reason to have sympathy for him. I only recommend it if you love the original story. 

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Six

About three hours after Jadis and Vincent's talk, Vincent was in his mother's car, be driven to Jadis' house.

“Okay, so, why are you having to go there again?” Veronica asked. This was something that was a tad bit peculiar towards her.

“She and her boyfriend needs help with something on their homework and they asked me to help them. Simple as that.” Vincent had no intention on telling her that he was instead going to discuss with her about a guy that he had negative feelings for.

“I do not know Vincent. I am starting to get a bad feeling about Denver.” This caught Vincent's attention. “First I hear on the news about these gangs that are forming everywhere, than I hear that a student is killed at your school. Just, this is not the place that I remembered.”

“Well, like people, things change. Sometimes for the best and sometimes for the worse. It all depends on how you look at it. Me personally, I think that if someone was to stop all of these blasted gangs, then this place will be better.”

“Yes, and now why does our police force not do something about this?”

“More than likely because they are afraid. If there is one thing most people in the world fear, it will have to be the children and teenagers that inhabit that world.”

“Now, why is that?”

“Simple: We kids will be controlling the world when we grow up. If we live in a world where people take us down, then we will grow up to destroy that world and create one in our vision.”

“you have an interesting point there. But, imagine if your generation does not control this world, but mine and your next generation. What about that then?”

“Then we just have to wait and see but for the moment, it only appears that mine will and how people are acting in this world with gangs, violence, death, pain, and sin, it does not look good at all.”

“If that is the case, then you might as well add in the shadow of the wind.” Veronica said with a smirk.

“Mom, we are not talking about music here.” Until they reached Jadis' house, they bickered back and forth about taking something like quoting something from a song and then trying to change the subject to something completely irrelevant.

Vincent arrived and walked to the front door of Jadis' house. When he knocked on the door, Elaine was there to say greet him.

“Hello Vincent. Nice to see you again.” She said as she gave him a light hug and led him into the house.

“Always a pleasure to see you again.” Vincent said with as much respect as he could. “Um, if you do not mind me asking, where is Jadis?”

“Oh, bless me. I almost forgot. Jadis is in her room with someone else. She said to send you up there when you got here.”

“Thank you mam. Sense I do not know where her room is, can you lead me to her room?” Smiling, Elaine took Vincent down a few corridors and into a hallway.

“Her room is right down there. Come up to the kitchen if you need anything!” She turned and walked away. He walked down the hall, looking at the walls. They were filled to the brim with nothing but posters of films ranging from Golden Age Silents to Modern Horror. The collection did impress Vincent. When he got to the door he knocked three times.

“Yes?” Jadis called out.

“Yeah, it is me, Vincent.” Jadis quickly unlocked the door. When Vincent entered, he learned one thing about Jadis: She is a film freak. Every wall was covered from floor to clieilng with nothing but films. The only two things that were not covered with films was her bed and a desk that had a computer on it. On the bed, laying down, was the breathing corpse of Job.

“Hey, Vinc.” Job said when he took notice of Vincent.

“I should have known that you two are together. When did you guys get together?” Vincent sat down next to Job. Jadis sat at her desk.

“Right after our stunt at the Halloween dance, we decided to try dating for a while. Best damn decision we have made yet.” Jadis went and turned on her computer. “Want something to drink?” She handed Vincent some sort of Energy Drink that had this weird smell, but did re-awaken Vincent )not that he was even tired to begin with).

“So, Jadis, does Job know why I am here?”

“Job, why don't you tell Vincent.” Job turned towards him.

“One thing that you do not know about me is that me and Jadis were part of Mufiat back when it was first created. We know about Donnie and his sick mind. Now, there are a few things that we feel that we need to tell you about him. First, he is seventeen years old. He is a guy that likes to date and make out with numerous women. He is known to cheat on others. One of his characteristics, and something we are afraid of, is that he is beyond perverted. Take Fron (Rest in Peace man), increase his libido by about one hundred percent and you get: Donnie. Also, he is known for fucking young girls. I think the youngest was twelve years old. As far as people know, this is unknown to most except to us three and Donnie.”

“Wait, how do you guys know?”

“Back when we were tracking down Angels & Demons, we decided to go threw Donnie's computer. It turns out that he has a thing for keeping sex tapes of himself with these poor souls.”

“Why did you guys not tell the police?”

“Simple: Donnie walked in on us when we were going threw his computer. He knew that if we were to tell, then this entire operation to stopping Angels & Demons would be all for nothing.” Job took a drink of water. “Now, as to Cyri being with Donnie, we did not tell you one reason why she is with him.”

“And what would that be?” Vincent was getting anxious about this.

“Cyri is trying to put Donnie down for the count.” Vincent's jaw dropped.

“And why was not I told about this?” He was getting upset. Fast.

“You see, we all thought that you would try to reform The Children Of Darkness and try to massacre Donnie like you did with Ratliff. We did not want that. What we want to do is bring him down. Now, as to Angels & Demons, we were waiting until Donnie was taken down before we attack AD. When we attack AD, we were going to get you involved.”

“You see Vincent,” Jadis said, turning towards him. “We know that it is in your nater to kill these people. And we all respect that sense it it you. But, we need this guy alive for another reason.”

“Which is?” Vincent said, feeling a tad bit betrayed by them.

“We think that Donnie already knows who is behind Angels & Demons.” Job said. “You see, we think that in the times sense Mufiat disbanded, he was doing some research and came across the leader.”

“How did you come to that assessment?”

“Jadis here,” Job said smiling at her. “Is a world class computer hacker. She was able to hack into Donnie's computer and read some conversations he has had with this person name DAVDC. From what it says, he appears to be working with AD to bring down anyone who knows about this sick obsession with his. And that is not the worse. You know how sick pedophiles will film young children naked and sell it at the black market? Well, you have meet one of the finest sells men in the area.” Vincent was beyond stunned at this. How could people like Donnie even be allowed to live?

“Wow.” Vincent said. They were all silent. “Jadis. If you can hack into computers, then why can't you hack into DAVDC's computer and hack that.”

“Congrats genius. That is something I have already thought of. I tried. But I can not break into it. I have no idea. Whoever it is that is DAVDC is one smart mother fucker.” Jadis went and turned around, facing and working on her computer again.

“So, what is it that you guys are all planning to do know?” Vincent looked at them both.

“Well, other than inform Cyri that you are aware of the fact that she is using Donnie, We do not know.” Job said. “ But, right at this moment, more than likely, Cyri is at Donnie's house, trying to get some information on our little bastard.”

Donnie's house was by no means spectacular, but it was decent enough to say the least. She looked around his room, wondering what was clean and what was not. He said that he was going to be back shortly, but so far it has been a few minutes. Making a snap choice, she went and found his computer. When she turned it on, the first thing she saw was his screen savor that had an imagine from so porn magazine on it. She just shook her head as she opened his files on his computer.

The first thing she found was the files that hosted his video. She clicked on one to see how bad it really was. What she found beyond discussed her. She only saw a second of it, but she ended up seeing this girl tied to a bed, whimpering, while Donnie tried to get on top of her. This guy was beyond a sick fuck.

After clicking out of that, she started looking around his other files. Other than some music (which she thought sounded horrible) until she found one file that caught her attention: DAVDC.

Clicking on it, she found these reports that were littered. From what she quickly scanned, this guy has kept some secret reports and conversations with the leader of Angels & Demons. She decided to read one of them:

DO: Okay, what now?

DAVDC: You know. I want to know if you have any more of them. My business is running a tad slowish.

DO: You know how hard it is to find some young sluts and fuck them? Then you have the price of rubbers, hell, I am spending more money making these videos than you are paying me.

DAVDC: Oh, sweet heart. I want you to cry on my shoulder and look me in the face. I want you to know that I do not care at all. I am having an empire being built and I do not need someone like you to fuck it all up.

DO: Oh, so you think I am trying to screw everything up?

DAVDC: Other than screwing girls, that is what it looks like.

DO: Oh, THAT is beautiful.

DAVDC: I know it is.

DO: Anyway, to change the subject, have you silenced them all yet?

DAVDC: What? You can not read the news? Of course I have. I even left one of my trademarks. But, I figured she needed a tattoo on her so, on her chest right between her tits, you will find branded the Angels & Demons' logo.

DO: Damn dude, that shit's fucked up.

DAVDC: I know. Any other person you need me to get rid of?

DO: Shortly. I do not know yet.

DAVDC: Tell me about this person.

DO: I am starting to think that someone is taking us down.

DAVDC: Who?

DO: Some group called The Children Of Darkness. Word around the campfire is that they are a group that tries to end all gangs. And, I am currently dating one of the members. I met who I think is the leader. But, this gang is know by something else.

DAVDC: What?

DO: They are known among the gangs to have killed Ratliff.

DAVDC: Who figured that one out? I thought that police dropped the case, saying that they would not help his family at all and his family was glad that he was dead.

DO: The might of the party, I was there at the dance as one of the monitors. I saw Ratliff carring the girl I am dating into the bath room to see how good she is. When I saw a group of people go in their and out this giant ass rug like thing, I knew that he was in it. When the body dropped, I knew it was because of them.

DAVDC: You want me to get rid of these fucks?

DO: Not yet. The girl I am now dating is hot as hell. I might make a film with her in it. With how she looks, that is bound to make some money in the market. I just sent you a picture of her so you can see for yourself.

DAVDC: Typical Naughty Church girl. LOVE it! Ha ha! This is wonderful. Now, onto these little shits, When do you want me to get rid of them?

DO: Soon. When I tell you in person and give you a list of their names, then do as you which.

DAVDC: Well, you already know two of the members as is. Give me their names.

DO: Cyri Cullen and Vincent GesuDio.

DAVDC: That last kids name is Vincent JesusGod? That is kind of screwed up do you think so?

DO: I think he is the leader so it fits.

DAVDC: I have to go know. Screw that bitch any way you see fit and I will take care of those little shits when you are done. Buddy, we are about to be in business.

DAVDC HAS LOGGED OFF.

Cyri sat back stunned and scared. She kept wondering why is it that she has guys that either want to hurt her or fuck her all the time. She was getting sick of it. Fast. Anyway, she went, took out her cell phone and took a snapshot of the entire conversation. Putting it away, she clicked on a file entitled: DIARY ENTRY TWENTY EIGHT. She clicked on it, and read the contents.

I do not know how much more I can take of this. Why is it that I am the way I am? Why is it that I end up talking to myself all the time and act as if I am two people in one? I know that I am and have been diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, and I know that at times I act like two people at once, and I hate it! At times, I think my other side is going to break lose and take over. I do not want that happening. Not at all.

I have to plan my next move with careful thought and feeling. I already have my next girl, some thirteen year old. Blonde hair, huge tits, perfect ass, great for my next film. I never tried one scene with chains before, so this ought to be wonderful! I know that me and Ratliff were in this business together. Hell, I remember that fucker named Fron. All of those costumers wanted to look at his ass while he fucked. Best money at the time. But, Ratliff had to get rid of him. Pity.

I think me originally creating Angels & Demons was a bad move on my behalf. But, I mean, why should we live in a world filed with people that support others that killed our savior, bring down our church, and above all else, want to make it look bad. I do not care were or how it takes me, anyone who thinks that my religion is not right, wrong, or inaccurate will be terminated. If it is a guy, he shall be butchered like a cow. If it is a girl, she shall be treated as the slut that she is.

That entire diary entry beyond shocked poor Cyri. She went and took her camera to take a few snap shots of the text. This she had to show Jadis and Job. Turning on her cell phone, she called Heidi to pick her up. She quickly said bye to Donnie and left his house. She told her mom to drive her to Jadis'. 

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Five.

It has been a few days sense Vincent meet Donnie, and the arrival of Jadis at his house was completely unexpected. Vincent was at his computer, writing some thoughts that he had gotten stuck in his head, drinking some iced beverage when Veronica came to him, saying that he had a friend down stairs. Pouring two drinks, he went down stairs and saw to his shock that Jadis was down there, sitting on one of the chairs. Her legs were crossed, hair tied back.

“Hello Vincent,” She said taking a deep breath. “It has been a bit of a while sense we last spoke.”

“Yes,” Vincent said, giving her one of the glasses. “Too long. Strange how two friends will be in the same class at school and never say a word to each other, is it not?”

“Yes. It is the ninth wonder of the world.” Jadis took a sip, and smiled with satisfaction. “Before we get into the main topic of this entire discussion, please tell me what you have been up to.”

“Well, nothing that much at all. Got into a fight with Cyri -”

“Over Donnie no doubt.” When Jadis said this, Vincent was shocked.

“Wait, you know about that?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Well, because, I saw you and Donnie brawling it all out on Sunday. I was thinking of seeing you guys, but I was interested mostly with the conversation that you two were having.”

“Sense we are know on the topic of Donnie, what can you tell me about him?” Jadis leaned in her seat, taking another drink and a few deep breaths.

“Well, to begin with, I did at first try to stop her from being with him. You see, Donnie is known for being a womanizing bastard that can never be satisfied with one woman. He wants to be like an Egyptian king in which case have multiple lovers. Now, I know this because I, regretfully, dated him once. I do not know what I originally saw in him, but when we were dating, I found out a few rather shocking secrets about him.” She stopped for a few seconds and started walking around. The one thing that Jadis liked that most about Vincent's house was Veronica's collection of statues of rather large cats. She liked the detail that was put into them. The thought and care.

“What shocking secrets?” Vincent leaned closer, hanging on to every word that she said.

“Well, I will say one: He did try to create an organization that is similar to that of which you created. His is called 'Mufiat'. I have no idea what he could at the time be smoking, but he created that word. I was originally a part of the group. He did try to take down one group called Angels & Demons, but they failed miserably. It was humiliating.” Jadis sat back down.

“Do you know who could be running Angels & Demons?” Jadis laughed a little.

“I knew that you would be asking that. Talk to Donnie and that is what you will be wondering. No, I do not know who runs that organization. No one does and more than likely it will remain like that. But I know one thing: Donnie is not at all a guy that Cyri should be screwing around with at all. I mean, as a boyfriend, he will break her heart. As a gang leader, he is great. He almost cracked down on the leader, but there was a rat in the group. They tried to attack us, but Donnie beaten the living shit out of him.”

“Did you know who the suspects were that Donnie had?”

“No. I never knew. But one thing that I know: Over all, there is something very off about him. At least, I want to know this: Why did he not pressure to investigate more further into this gang. That is what I want to know.” Vincent sat in silence.

“Could and/ or would you like to team up with me to investigate into all of this. I mean, you must still have some knowledge as to this group and more of a back story into Donnie than he led to tell me.” Vincent looked at Jadis seriously. Jadis burst out laughing.

“How did I know that you were going to ask me that?” She took another swig. “Alrighty. I will help you sense I hate this guy and I do not want him at all still alive. But,” Vincent cussed her out in his head when she said that. “there is one thing that you must agree on: Me and my boyfriend must be part of this.” Vincent looked up. This was not something he expected.

“that was not expected.” He took a breath. “Can you tell me who it is that you are with?” Jadis shook her head.

“I can not tell you that know. But, if you are still interested, meet me at my house later on. We will discuses what we will be doing there. Until then, au revoir.” She let herself out of the house with Vincent half stunned at the luck about the chance of cracking the case on Donnie. But, one thing still puzzled him: If she was part of a gang previously, then why did she not tell anyone when The Children Of Darkness first formed?