The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Thirty Seven.

Chapter Thirty Seven

She took her phone out and reread the text message that the person known as 'Blaze' had sent her. She already had a very good idea as to whom it might be, and when she saw a guy walk toward her table with an unusually large eyelash on his right eye and two men with exaggerated eyeliner on themselves, she knew her prediction was right. She knew that this guy was not a joke at all. She quickly looked at her phone and activated the voice recorder. She knew that this was going to be interesting.

“Before I sit down and talk to you, I want to make clear that by no means I want to engage in any blood shed. Quite the contrary. I want this opportunity very dearly. We both agree on peace?”He had this really smooth voice and that took Cyri by shock.

“To be honest, seeing from the time you attacked me, Vincent, and two of my friends -”

“Zat and Dumas Griffin.” Cyri sat back, wondering how the hell he knew their names. “I want you to be aware, and deeply sorry for me being this rude by interrupting you, that there is quite a lot about you and your friends that I know about. So, I am going to ask that you do not pull a curtain over my eyes for if you do, then I would be deeply disappointed.” When he was finished, a waitress walked over to their table. “I will order for both of us. Yes. We will have two pastries. One for myself and one for my lady friend here. I would have an espresso and the madam will have... a cup of blueberry coffee!” The entire order also shocked Cyri.

“Okay, none of this I had expect you would.” She took in a deep breath. “I mean, seriously, what the hell is going on? Why are you ordering me food? Why are we meeting here? None of this makes no fucking sense.” Blaze held up one of his hands. His right one. One thing about his hand shocked Cyri: tattooed into his flesh was an upside cross with the numbers 666 engraved.

“I know that this is all somewhat of a shock to you and to be honest, if I knew that your reaction would be something along the dialogue in which you just recited, then I would have made damned sure to have told you what I was planning. But, to answer all of your questions must be put on hold for as of right now because in walks into the scene is the lovely waitress who just took our order.” She arrived, with a dish that contained all of their desired, more like Blaze's, items. They ate and drank in silence. While Blaze was obviously savoring, trying to enjoy what he had, Cyri just acted like it was nothing. After a few moments, Blaze knocked down his fork and looked up at her.

“Now, as I am sure you are aware, you have some questions that you want answered. And, like myself, I have answers. Now, when it is all boiled down, you have to pick the first question. SO, if you do not mind, name the first question that you want me to answer for you.” Cyri cleared her throat.

“The first is: why did you just order me food and drink?”

“Why, I am a man that if I am in the presence of a lovely young lady, I tend to, oh, dear me. What is the right wording? Ah, yes: treat them with royalty. You see, I am a man of wealth and taste and as such, I like to make sure that whomever is my guest will have a wonderful and, shall we say as of now, shocking experience.” Blaze went and let himself a cigarette.

“You have an odd way of speaking. Why do you speak as such?” She asked, waving the smoke away from her.

“You see, when it comes to speaking this day and age, there is such a way that people force upon you to speak and, to be quite frankly, I find it pathetic. Literature and speech use to be so colorful in the sense that it was varied among people. What I do is try to bring that back.” He noticed her trying to not inhale the smoke from his cigarette.

“Oh! Dear me, excuse thy self from rudeness. I should of asked you if you would allow me to smoke. How very foolish of me. Do you want me to relinquish my cigarette?” Cyri nodded yes. Blaze took his cigarette and stabbed it straight threw his pastry.

“Now, sense that is out of the way, my next question: How do you know about us so much?” Cyri leaned in, gulping down her coffee. “Before you begin, I must say: This is the best damn coffee I have had in a long time.”

“I am glad you enjoy it. You see, when I want to actually 'drink' coffee I come here. When I just want the caffeine, I drink that cheap junk they sell. Now, to answer your question, before what was noticed as the Gang Wars started, my group was formed of me, McCartney, and Stalin. Now, our gang was formed out of revenge. You see, when Angels & Demons first came unto the scene, it was our siblings that were the first to be tortured by their cruelty. We have tried the United States way of justice, but alas, it has failed miserably. So, angered, we took all of the justice that would have rained down on them into our own hands and we have vowed to strike revenge. But, we once did try. And that was when we learned as to the reason why they, being Angels & Demons, can never be stopped: the number one buyer of their films is the member of the United States Of America's Government. You see, back some years ago, one congress member by the name of Joshua Ethan. Maybe you remember hearing about him? He was known for taking child prostitutes off of the streets and film them and himself doing some rather unspeakable deeds in his house. Well, we would sell these films to people in order to make something of a rather hefty profit. But, like every terrible sin, there is bound to be accidents. The one here is that an enemy of his found some of these tapes and sold them out to the public.

“Well, long story short, he was kicked out of office and sent to live on the streets. Other than being a pedophile, he is also a nymphomaniac and as such, was in want of children that were willing to sleep with him. He lived in New York were he met a man I know you know too well named Donnie Osbourne. Donnie, at the time, was known for secretly taking pictures of young teenage girls, like yourself, and sell them for a profit. You have to understand that his reasoning behind him doing these terrible deeds was mostly due to him being poor and in need of money. Well, Donnie became rich because Ethan would take the footage, sell hem to his original customers and gang a profit, split it in half with Osbourne, and then they became rich. Well, the only other thing that is note worthy about all of this is that when kids saw Donnie making money, young girls and boys were willing to whore themselves out to him. The rest is history.

“Now, about where we came in. Some time after he moved over here, our sisters unbeknownst to themselves became acquainted with his 'actors'. Then, the terror began with Donnie paying them to take nude photos, then came the films, etc. In our sibling's respective schools, someone spread the footage and they were exposed to the world. It was maddening. And you want to know what is worse? The first time they were on film and in pictures, they were infested with Ruthie. So, they had no control. Now, as to why they continued was due to Donnie telling them that he was going to make their lives a living hell if they quite. They never wanted our families to know about this for the fear that we would disown them. Well, one sad day, we found in each of their bathrooms dead with written on their stomachs 'I AM A FAT, STUPID WHORE.'. It was only some time afterwords did we, at all, realize about the films. When I started to hack into Donnie's main archives, I learned all I did.

“Now, unfortunately, Donnie has found out about me learning of what he has done so he went and deleted all the files. That way, I would never have any proof of the horrors he has bestowed upon us. When we heard that Ratliff died, I became suspicious. I had McCartney, over there, follow the last remaining members of The Children Of Ghetto to hear what it is that Angels & Demons was after. He recorded their conversations and now I knew what they were planning in result of you.

“When I first heard about you, Cyri, I started some investigations work of my own.” Blaze went into his jacket and pulled out the audio CDs and a stack of photographs. “I went and started hunting you down, to try and protect you from the rather that they would endure upon you. Then when I heard about the little exploit that you caused him, I was beyond impress but I had to see if you were the real thing. So, me and my group, The Children Of Nobodies, wanted to test you. After seeing that you were the real thing, we decided that you would be a strong asset to us in taking down Angels & Demons once and for all. Any other questions?” Blaze asked. The only thing that Cyri done was open her mouth like a gaping, open fish.

“Before I even decide to ask you any more questions, which will only be two, I want to say that I am beyond shocked at all of that. First off, I do apologize for what had happened to your families. That along is enough to make me almost agree to join you. But, you see, when Vincent left he did tell me that I would be the person ordering The Children Of Darkness around. But any large decisions like joining another group he would have to approve of.” Cyri chugged down the rest of her coffee. “Now unto my last two questions. The first being: If you are The Children Of Nobodies, then who the hell are The Children Of Blondes?” Blaze gave a bit of a good laugh.

“Okay, the names we created when the Gang Wars began. They are nothing more than mere fake identities to, excuse me, cover out asses to make sure that nothing was to happen. Now, I know the reason why you did not decide to investigate us when you had the chance: We kept a very low profile. Now, you might be asking yourself 'Then what are we called?'. To put it simply, we are called: The Nothing. We work in secret and to the world, we are nothing. We are nobody. And, all three of us use to have blonde hair so that explains the names. Now, what is your last question?” Cyri leaned in forward.

“Why did you freak out when you saw Vincent's face for the first time?” When Cyri said this, Blaze let out a huge breath.

“I was hoping that you would figure this out by yourself. Apparently you did not. But, I will tell you. Warning though: This might come as a shock.” And when Blaze told Cyri, the only thing she could do was open her mouth and utter the words: “Oh, my God.”

And thus ends The Book Of Vincent.

To be continued in The Trial Of Cyri.

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Thirty Six

Chapter Thirty Six

At his desk, a few nuts and screws rolling along, Ronnie was tinkering with his prosthetic middle finger. On his bed, laying down, was Cyri. It has been about a week sense she became the last person that Vincent spoke to before she moved, and she has sense fallen under a spell of loneliness and sorrow.

“I can already tell what you are thinking.” Ronnie said, looking up. “And from experience, being sad about it will not help at all.”

“But it sure as hell helps.” She rolled over on her side, looking at him.

“In all actuality young Cyri, it does not.” He put down his prosthetic and looked at her. “In fact, it makes things worse. Now, I know that he was your first true boyfriend, but look at it like this: He is still with you. Just long distance.”

“Yeah, but what if he meets another girl in Idaho and falls for her?”

“To be honest, I doubt it. But, if he does, then he is a complete fool.” He leaned back on his chair. “Actually, did he say what he plans to do in Idaho?”

“Well,” she sat up, crossed legged. “to be honest, I do not know. He did not say anything to me. That man is in his own world in his head. But, him and I will be keeping in contact a lot until he finds away to get back here. His return. That is something I doubt.”

“Never doubt anything like that.” Ronnie said, taking a gulp of a drink that was on his desk. “Our entire group of friends is formed around doubters. Doubters who doubted that they could do anything to change the world in which they live in. Look at them all now: They proved themselves wrong.”

“I see your point.” Cyri laid back down on the be, staring at the ceiling. “When Vincent talked to everyone before he left, giving us jobs to undertake in his abscense, what did he tell you to do?”

“Security.” Ronnie grabbed his prosthetic thumb and cliped it back on. “Basically, he wants me along with Job to protect you to make sure nothing happens.”

“Like what?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?”

“I'm just screwing with you. Lighten up a bit.” They were silent for a few more moments until Cyri's phone started buzzing. She took it out, flipped it on, and saw that she had a text message.

“Who is it, if you do not mind me asking?” Ronnie looked at her.

“It says it is from someone named Blaze.” She opened it and saw that this is a person who loves to type. She sighed and read threw it.

Dear Miss Cyri Cullen,

It is a truly great honor to finally have some respectable contact with you but a great misfortune that we can not speak in person for the first time of proper contact. My name is Blaze. Now, you might be having numerous questions flowing threw your mind right about now and I might have any to all answers you require to have. So, I will answer a few here. The first time we meet was when me and my two friends ambushed you a little while back. I remember your face well, seeing as how one does not forget the face of someone who was hiding under a bench with yellow light coming out of lampposts. As to how I got your number, it will become clear when we decide to meet. Now, me being the man I am, I will say that tomorrow at around noon, I want you to meet me at that old, rusted down coffee shop near Denver High School. I would like to actually meet you sense what I have to discuss does have some relation to a certain person we both know that has, as of recently, moved away due to the violence level here. But before we meet, I want you to be aware of a few things. The first being that I do not care if you bring anyone with you when we talk. The second is that any and all questions you might have in result of Mr. Vincent GesuDio will be answered during out meeting. This is all I can say for now. I do hope that we can become such wonderful friends. How you will know if it is me if I do not see you first, I have a rather odd tattoo on my right hand. A picture of said tattoo is clipped onto this text.

Until we speak again,

Blaze Bachman.

Cyri, and now Ronnie, sat staring at the tiny screen for some time. Ronnie was shocked that this 'Blaze' had even found out about her number. Cyri was shocked that they actually want to meet.

“What are you going to do?” Ronnie said, looking up at her.

“What he wants. I will be dining with this Blaze Bachman.” She closed her cell phone.

“I am going to call Job -” Ronnie began to say.

“Don't.” Cyri ordered him. “Obviously he must be wanting to know how much we trust him. And him seeing me with two body guards would automatically be a signal that there is no trust. I do not want anymore violence, but sense he had already attacked me once, I do not know if I can trust him again. So, this is what I will do: Tomorrow when I meet him, I will set my phone on record and record everything that is said between him and I.”

“You sure about this?” Ronnie asked, looking at her.

“Wicked sure.” Cyri responded.

His Addiction: An Original Non-lyrical Poem

Out of one realm,

and into that of another.

He looked around.

The graves that laid by him.

The abandoned asylum,

blocking all light from the rabid authority,

all of which after him,

created a warped sense of security.

Finding a rather large tomb stone,

more than likely from some long forgotten time,

the Grave Robber laid on it in such a way,

a way that might ask how much more flippant he could act.

He takes out the Zydrate,

the little glass vial.

One thing he wished he was immune to:

the GENco authority.

And himself.

He ventures threw his coat pockets,

going threw all the dross,

to put together him sparse remunerate.

We know that Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.

And the little glass vial,

goes into the gun like a battery.

And then the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.

And we all know that when the gun goes off,

it will spark and your body would be ready for surgery.

But surgery,

the grave robber's mind was not thinking off.

Injecting it,

his senses became dilate,

assurance from the worlds problems,

the feeling of immunity,

the rejuvenate power,

coursing threw his veins,

is all that matters to him.

He laid perfectly still,

his body pugnacious towards the drug,

his mind following console from his demons.

That sterling high,

that is what he wanted.

Hours go by,

his body simmers down,

now he in liability to get the next high,

grabs his materials,

and re-ventures out,

to find a new, fresh grave.

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Five

To this day, it still shocks Vincent that he was passed out for about a week after his encounter with those three men. When he came around, noticed a few things. The first being that his eye (left to be exact) was swollen, his jaw felt weird, and his back was in enormous amount of pain. And sitting on a chair next to him was Cyri. When Vincent groaned, she looked at him and smiled.

“hey you, good to see that you are up finally. For a second there, me and a lot of others thought you were done for.” She parted his hair on his forehead and leaned in to kiss him.

“Well, thank God that is not the point now is it not?”He laid back down on his bed. “What has happened sense I got knocked out?”

“Well, to begin with, we, being The Children Of Darkness do not know who the hell those people where. The ones that ambushed us. It is strange. They come out of no where, attack us, then they become frighten. Well, I had not seen any of them anywhere sense then.”

“How do you know?” Vincent said, trying to sit up in his bed. “You were hiding the entire time.”

“Actually,” Cyri took out a mini video camera. “I was originally going to take some photos of our date together, but when we got ambushed, I decided to go and instead video tape the entire event and photograph the three guys. They are rather blurry, but from what I can tell, these are guys that I have never met before in my life. The eyelash on that one guy, an image you can never forget.”

“Download the files into my computer next to you, please.” Vincent fell back down.

“I already done that while you were passed out. I figured that you might want them.” Cyri said with a smile.

“You know, that is what I like about you: You think of everything. More people need to do that more often.” Vincent released a deep sigh.

“If you do not mind me asking, but how the hell did you have a machete in your jacket?” Vincent gave a mini laugh.

“Well, when I was getting ready for our date, I was at Dumas' restaurant and I saw that his family has some machetes. I figured that in case Tad was to attack me for dating you, I would be prepared.”

“Funny you should bring him up.” Cyri said, leaning back. “I showed him the people that ambushed us. He said he has no fucking clue as to who they are. But, sense he still has a love for me, he will do some research and put aside all negative and ill feelings he has for you in the pursuit of finding out who they are. And those side kicks of his, McCartney and Stalin, we can not find any trace of them other than that Pop singer and that former leader of Russia.”

“What have the other said?”

“They are all going to do the same thing: keep an eye open just in case something was to happen any time soon.” Cyri stood up and lightly threw her arms around Vincent. “I am just glad that you are alright.” She started having some tears formed. “You do not realize how worried I was about you.”

“It's okay Cyri.” Vincent tried, with pain, putting his arms around her. Patting her back. “I am alright as of now. And soon I will be back to full health and then we can strike them with everything we have.” Then they were silent until Veronica sighed.

“You two do not realize how completely cute you two are, don't you?” When Cyri turned around, she ended up blushing. Vincent, whose face was already red due to swelling, becoming even more red.

“Veronica! I'm sorry. I should have known that you were there.” Cyri said, getting her things.

“No problem. Actually, I am glad that you are packing up. When I came back, I got a message from Mark. He said that he wants you home. He left a call about five minutes ago. So, say good bye to Vincent and get on your way.” Cyri nodded her head, kissed Vincent on the top of his head, and then stood up and left. Not before Veronica went and embraced her.

Once she was gone, Veronica pulled up a chair and sat down next to Vincent.

“So, my little heartthrob,” She said with a giggle. Vincent rolled his eyes. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“I can imagine. Well, when they brought you home, you can imagine my reaction I had. I never saw you so hurt in my life! I called the school, and they said that when you go back next week (today is Friday) they will work with you on all that you missed.”

“That's good to know.”Vincent lay back down.

“Now, Vincent,” Veronica said with a heavy sigh. “There is something I need to talk to you about. To be honest, I am getting worried about all the hell that has happened in the last year. First, a child at your school is subjected to a holocaust. Then you had another child sexually tortured and in the hospital still. Then you. This is just not the same place I remembered. Well, I am sorry to say this, but for your own health, we are moving out of here.” Vincent felt his heart skip about a thousand beats.

“What?!?!” He stood up, ignoring the pain in his back. “Please tell me that you are playing some sick, twisted game with me and that we are actually going to stay here?” Veronica looked away then.

“So, that is it then?” Vincent laid back down. When are we moving?”

“At the end of the month.” Veronica said. “We will be moving to Boise, Idaho. I have not told any of your friends. When you see them all again, tell them about you moving.”

“But,” Vincent started to say.

“No buts Vincent.” Veronica said. “I have already made all the arrangements. I am doing this for your own good. I mean, my God! I can not believe what had happened to you! I know that your first real friends live here, but if your life is going to be at stake, then there will be no way in Hell I am going to allow this to happen. As of now, you have three weeks to say good bye to your friends. If I were you, I would make these next few days last.”

A WEEK LATER...

Everyone was looking around, wondering why they were all there on that Saturday morning. They were all at a table, most of them were quiet when Vincent came in. He looked back to normal, but his face now bore some permanent scares due to the beating he had undertaken by those guys.

“Hello everyone,” he said with a tired sigh. “As a lot of you have already guessed, Cyri is not here today. The reason why has to do with what I said.” Everyone did look around and saw that Vincent was right when he said that Cyri was not there.

“Everyone, to some of you, this has been one hell of a year. We done a lot of shit and for me being able to share all of that with you, it has been a pleasure. This has been the best year of my life and for the experience, I thank you all. But, due to recent events involving me, my mom has thought that it would be best if I was to move. Next week is going to be the last week I am going to be here. After that, I will seize to live here.” He looked around and saw that everyone had some form of an emotion ranging from shocked to being pissed.

“For the majority of you, I love you all. I care about you all. And while I am gone, Cyri is going to take my place. For the time that I will be gone, I will keep in contact with he and she will be telling me all that will happen. So, when it comes down to who will take my place, you will all listen to her. Now, the reason why she is not here is because of the fact that I have already told her. She is beyond upset. But, one thing that for some of you made need to know, me and her are still going to be boyfriend-girlfriend. Just long distance. Some of you I will be talking alone about things I want done in my absence. I will admit it all to you all: I am, in my own way, not at all pleased with this. Christ, I wish there was something I can do. But, mom has already decided that we are to move to Boise, Idaho and start a new life there. Now, there will be some of you I am going to ask to stay. And after I am done, I will no longer be your leader. It has been great to be here with you all, and I will miss you all.”

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Thirty Four

Chapter Thirty Four

Has Vincent and Cyri were walking together, the wind having a rather nice, soft mid-spring aroma to it, he started to notice that her hands were soft. He thought of himself as being stupid for thinking about that, but every time they held hands and they walked together, he could not help but notice. The same went for Cyri. Just make it be that Vincent's hand were rough. Behind them, about a few paces back, was Zat and Dumas. Vincent could hear that they were talking about something (maybe some type of band, who knows) but his mind was making sure that they were not going to get jumped. At all.

“Vincent,” Cyri said, looking up at him. “Is it really appropriate to have them with us?”

“Ever sense me and Tad had gotten into that fight, a feeling of terror as swashed over me.” He continued to look forward, occasionally glancing at Cyri. “When I use to live in Warner Robins, I had these extreme fears nonstop about being attacked sense I was a little pussy at the time and I accepted it. While I still have fears, I figure why not have to guys make sure that nothing was to or shall even happen.”

“But, it does seem slightly awkward, would you say?”

“It might be awkward my darling, but look at the celebrities: they deal with it all the time. And looking at how we are now the talk of almost every one at school, it only seems fitting.” For the rest of the time they walked, they talked about random topics including school drama, home drama, and even, for some reason, politics. For reasons none of them could figure out, the entire work of the Government just intrigued them to no end.

Cyri had a thing now for conspiracies and she just wanted to know the truth about the Government. Vincent wanted to know how the entire body of Law worked and how could one alter the law but at the same time, not break any.

The Grindhouse theater was privately owned in a rather busy part of town. It was a local spot for teens that were considered to be outcasts and wanted to see films from different countries or amateur film maker's films. The film they were going to see was about a teenager that goes insane and mad when he starts seeing a paralle between slasher horror films and the real world.

The film lasted for about two hours and all four of them left unsatisfied. Vincent was hoping for a more structured film, but then again, it was amateur. What can you expect.

They went to a local diner near the area. It was a homey little place. Nice enough people. But had terrible food. The only good thing was the one thing Vincent was addicted to: Coffee.

“Okay you guys.” He said pouring himself another glass of coffee. “I want to talk about that film. Now, I understand that the person was trying to make a connection between humans complying about films and the corruption it has on a youth's mind, but did it need to be so bad?”

“Well, look at it like this: The person only had about no money to make the film and for what he done, I think he done a good enough job making the film.” Cyri took a sip out of her drink.

“Does not really matter. If someone can make a film on the internet that is more realistic than what we saw, then there is a problem.”

“How would you change the film?” She laid her head on the table, folding her arms and rest her head on the forearm of the left arm.

“Well,” Vincent leaned back, butting his hands on his stomach. “I would first of all gotten a better script. Give us a reason why to even like any of the characters. Finally have a decent score.”

“Hey! I like Death-Core!”

“I like all thirty one branches of heavy metal. But with no variety, than it becomes like one of those parody films that has nothing but a generic hip-hop score and create some of the worst films of all time.”

“Point there. But do you think you need to be so harsh on an amateur film?”

“Well, I payed for the film and as such, I should have the right to complain if I want.” They continued talking about the film for the rest of the time. Across the room waited Zat and Dumas. They were both drinking some random soft drinks, they did not care. They just watched them like the love birds were on some sort of television drama. But they both knew what the other one was thinking: They wish they had what they had. About a week after the torturing of Donnie, they had gone out but in secret. That had been a month ago. A week ago they came out to the public about their relationship. But, they both envied Vincent with a passion. They both tried to have a love life, but they both knew that they were not dating material.

While being lost in their mind, Vincent went and paid for their check and left. Once they were outside, continuing their discussion about the film, three men in long, black leather jackets similar to that which Vincent was wearing were seated in the dinner. The one with rather large right eye lashes looked up with his bright red eyes. He only said one thing to his three friends: “Show time.”

“no, no, no, no, no.”Dumas said as they passed some buildings. “I am telling you now: The entire trilogy is a disgrace towards films in general.”

“How can you say that!” Cyri responded, shocked at what was said. “Those three films, now parodied to the fact that they are jokes of themselves, developed and improved cinematography and cinema in general as we know it!”

“Look at it like this: They are clearly just ripping off Japanese anime left and right. Just think about it!”

“I do see your point.” Vincent said, turning around, only being able to see threw the lights the local lampposts were giving off. “But think about it like this: What really is original in this world? From one point of time to another, everything as been copied and, excuse my usage, raped from their original meanings. Nothing is sacred or innocent anymore when it comes to the media.” But before anyone could retort, Vincent heard someone slash across the air a blade.

Throwing Cyri to the ground, he took out from his coat a machete that he had carried with him just in case. Dumas and Zat took out swish blades (Zat took off his waits a long metal chain). The person with the long, black eyelash ended up having his weapon (a machete himself) and started trying to slash Vincent.

Dumas and Zat were holding their own against the other two. One thing they noticed: One had black eye-liner on, the other one had blue eye-liner. The blades that the two men had with them had rather odd, custom made edges. With each slash, a scar was left on the skin of Dumas and Zat. This did not face them, for they returned each scar with another one.

Vincent and The man with the black eye lash were fighting now in what appeared to be a park. Once there weapons clashed and they got close enough, that was when they began to speak.

“Who the fuck are you?” Vincent yelled as he pushed his weapon closer to the man's face.

“My name is as of no importance to you now. But, I want to put an end to you. Now!” The Man punched Vincent square in the chest. The only thing Vincent could do as he laid on his back was cough up blood and look at this weird Psychopath. They both heard yells as Dumas and Vincent fought left and right against The Man's two men.

“Why are you doing this?” Vincent said. Right before he got an answer, The Man took his fist and punched Vincent right in the face. He done it repeatedly until he was satisfied. He he raised Vincent's head to deliver one last punch, the light from one of the lamp posts shined directly at Vincent faced.

As The Man stared right at the bright red blood on Vincent's face, The Man, commonly known as ?????, noticed something. After a few seconds, he stood up, in terror.

“No. No! There is no fucking way! How can this even be! McCartney! Stalin! Both of you. Retreat now! Get the fuck out!” With saying that, he threw Vincent a few handkerchiefs.

“I.. I..” he turned and ran towards the men known as McCartney (black eyeliner) and Stalin (blue eyeliner). The both concealed their weapons in their jackets and ran away. Cyri only heard mumbling and hush voices from them as they ran.

She went out of hiding and looked at Dumas and Zat. They had a few scares, but nothing serious. Then they ran to Vincent. Cyri fell to her knees, looking him over. Dumas went and felt his pulse.

“He is passes out. Come on, his house is not too far from here. Zat, grab his arm. Cyri, do something about that damned machete. Hid it in his jacket. We got to get him home. Fast.” Hiding the weapon and picking him up, they carried him home.

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Three

when it cam down to Zat, just saying Griffin's Local Subs would be just the ticket for him to sit down and relax on any day. He was currently sipping on some drink, waiting for Dumas to hurry up and bring their sandwiches over to their table. When he was finished and got over their, they ate in silence for a few minutes. Out side, they saw children playing in the streets, adults rushing back and forth. A typical day.

“So, what have you been up to recently?” Dumas asked him, gulping down his beverage.

“TO be honest,” Zat said. “Nothing much at all. I mean, this is how I see myself right now: our friends and us are in a group that gets revenge against others who harm others, and were does this lead us? To be honest, I just do not know.”

“More than likely, it would lead us to protecting the world and when it is done, we just move on. Besides, I doubt that this will last long. As long as Vincent does not blow this way out of context and does something drastic.”

“But to Tad, he already has.” Zat took another bite of his sandwich.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh right, you never pay attention to this sort of thing: Vincent and Cyri are now dating each other.” Dumas chocked for a few seconds on his food.

“Really? That is, rather odd do you say so?” Dumas asked, gulping down his drink.

“How is this odd?” Zat leaned over.

“Think about it.” Dumas put down his cup and cleared his throat. “Look at it like this: Every guy Cyri has ever dated ends up becoming a bastard from hell. I mean, look at Ratliff. Look at Donnie. Now, look at how those guys ended up.”

“You do have a point.” Zat said thoughtfully. “But I doubt that anything bad can or even will happen due to them being together.”

“But how can you be so sure?”

“I will put it like this: if he does anything to hurt her, then Cyri has an entire army of people that will back her up, betray Vincent, and take him down. Tho I strongly disbelieve that anything like that is going to happen.” When Zat stopped talking, in walked some random guy.

“Shit. Be right back.” Dumas got up and went to the cash register. A few minutes later, Dumas returned once the guy had seated.

“As we were saying, I doubt that anything is going to happen. 'London' would not do anything sense Cullen took care of him. If he did, then they would get revenge.”

“But,” Zat began to say.

“There is no but. Besides, this is not really wonderful lunch conversation to have.” Dumas' eyes looked towards that person that was eating away.

“Okay. Anyway, to change the subject, how has Tad been dealing with Vincent and Cyri dating?”

“How can you expect? He is beyond upset over it. Remember: he loves her to no end and to see him with someone that he despises and due to him not being able to fight him, he gets extremely upset. But, this is one thing that I have heard: him and Vincent have been at each others throats. Word around the campfire is that him and Vincent got into a full out fight earlier this week.” Dumas said.

“Really now?” Zat responded.

“Really. You remember those Japanese Giant Monster films? Well, from what I have heard, the fight that broke out was as destructive as that. Well, after me talking to Vincent, this is what happened:

Vincent was walking by himself among their neighborhood. It was a lovely day and sense Cyri would be out with Heidi, he figured why search threw his mind and reflect upon what he has done. As he was along his merry path, who comes up to join him then Tad. They were both silent for some time until Tad started to talk.

“You know that one day you are going to get your ass kicked, right?” Vincent stopped walking and looked at him.

“Now, what do you mean by that?” This really shocked Vincent for he was not expecting something like this to happen.

“I mean you worthless piece of shit that you are going to fuck over Cyri to no end! I mean, first you almost had her, again, raped with Ratliff. Then you had her act like some character from some fucking Swedish movie and sexually torture Donnie. I mean, my God! What's next? Have her on a leash and eat shit?!” Now, when Tad said that, Vincent had gotten pissed. And one thing Vincent has told me, when he get's pissed, you never want to be around him.

The first thing he done was punch Tad right in the neck. He fell face down but before he dragged Vincent down with him. Once Vincent was down, Tad crawled on top of him and started beating the living shit out of Vincent's face. Vincent had no idea what Tad was saying, but he did take a rock and bashed it against Tad's head. Once Tad was off of him, Vincent started kicking Tad's side repeatedly.

After a few minutes of that. Tad jumped up and grabbed Vincent by the thraot. You can imagine the shock on his face when Tad shoved him against a wall, strangling him. As Vincent was turning purple, we went and kicked Tad right in the balls. Once he was on the ground, he kicked Tad straight in the face. Then, as you can expect, he fell straight to the ground.

Vincent, his mouth spewing in blood, spat on Tad and officially removed him from The Children Of Darkness. His reason: for insulting a fellow member and not cooperating.

Well, that is all about that. The only last thing to say is that Cyri was pissed at what happened. She talked to Tad about this, only to realize that Tad wanted Cyri out of this. But, sense Cyri has gotten use to the two events she has taken a part of, she said that she will stay. But, I have the feeling that Tad will be back. And so does Vincent. Sense tomorrow him and Cyri are going to be going on a date, they asked me to supervise everything. Basically make sure that Tad does not attack them at all.” Once Dumas was done reciting in detail all that had happen, the only thing Zat could think up of was how the hell any of this was even true in the first place.

“To be honest, I find this a tad bit hard to believe. But, I look at it like this: sense I have nothing better to do, I will assess you tomorrow in supervising the love birds. I figure this: you are my closes friend and as such, if there will be an all out open brawl, then I want to be by your side when the time comes to fight. Were are they going to go?”

Dumas was shocked at what Zat said.

“To be honest, I am impressed with your loyalty towards me. But I doubt that anything is, will, or even shall happen. And they are going to that old Grindhouse near by. They are going to see some monster film or some Goth opera, I do not know.” For the rest of the time they are in silence, talking about very random topic like which monster is better, which girl is hotter, typical comparison talk.

Once the man threw down the money on the table and left, he wipt out his cell phone. He hit speed dial #1 and said only one thing into the phone. “I know where Vincent and Cyri are going to be at.”

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty Two

Right now, in the story that I am telling you, I would like to take this opportunity to pause this story to go and clear up some loose ends that were created. You see, if I refuse to close these tries up, then more than likely they will be forgotten and left open, and who really likes a story with plot holes, eh? So, this chapter is necessary to answer some question, but if you feel the need to skip this, then go right ahead. Thou, I advise you not to as some information will become crucial as this story hits the end.

THE CHILDREN OF GHETTO

The initial shock resulting in the death of their late leader Ratliff was something of a relief and a curse among all of the members. When they all got home from the dance that faithful night, most of them were either in shock at what happened, some where crying (believe it or not, some of them shockingly cared for him), and then you had the big three. Mychael, Snoop, and Lee sat around a rather large table, thinking about what had happened. With out saying a word, they all know what the other one thought.

Mychael was thinking of how this would affect them as a group. He always knew, for one thing, that if Ratliff was to die, then he would have to take over. Looking at his right hand men, he knew what the first order of business was to be.

Snoop, coming off an heroin high, was shaking. He was hoping that this was talk just a rather insane dream and that none of it was real. But when he drugs were wearing off, he saw things rather clearly and knew that, with truth of his well being, this was real. He saw his leader fall off of a ledge, burning with fire, and hitting the ground. He saw the shards that remained and smelt the horrible stench of Ratliff.

Lee, who was sipping some water, was trying to keep a cool head in the matter for he knew that if he was to start over reacting to this, then he would wined up like Snoop. So, to try and break the silence, he began to speak. “Okay, before we start loosing out heads, lets think about this carefully. First off, do we know exactly who done this?”

“Well, it is obvious, is it not?” Mychael said, slamming his fist down. “It was fucking Fron's friends. It is obvious! We killed that perverted son of a bitch, and now they decide to fire back. We can not do anything unless we want a full blown out war to start.” Snoop was starting to calm down and he looked up.

“Then what the fuck are we suppose to do then? Sit around and jack off until we all die? He might be coming after us next! Oh, good God why did I ever get involved in this?”

“Snoop, calm yourself down. They are not going to attack. Now, let me tell you all something about Ratliff: He predicted his death. Right after he called the police to report the fake deaths of Fron and Nypheria, he and I sat and had a little discussion:

“Let me be honest with you, Mychael.” Ratliff said, taking a sip of some beverage. “I have been thinking about all of the hell that has been caused. I know that I have done some rather despicable things and acts in my life time. But, now I have talking to Donnie about this, and now I will tell you: I have a rather strong feeling that, for me at least, the end is coming fast. I know that Fron has some rather powerful friends and I know that, most than likely, they will try to kill me. I know I am suppose to be worrying, but something about killing my own sister has gotten to me. I started thinking: If someone else was to kill her, how would I react? That is when it hit me: I would kill that motherfucker for pure revenge. That is how I came to the assumption that they will try to kill me. When this happens, I want you to promise me a few things. The first being that you are to take full leadership of our group, report everything to Donnie, and have Angels & Demons take over this game. Knowing Donnie and his film business, he will have a lovely time getting revenge for me. Just make sure he sees Cyri for she would be the first person that will get axed from the group.”

the two right hand men just stared at Mychael in shock. Not only for the fact that Ratliff knew that he was going to die, but for the fact that now they would have to consult Donnie. And during all of the shock, it was Lee who spoke first.

“When do we see Donnie?”

“I am going to send him a message to meet us after the expected service there will be for Ratliff. We will have a walk around the cemetery were Ratliff, what is left of him, will be buried and then have a nice little chat with him about all that has happened and his perspective on this entire situation.”

About a week later and after the service, Mychael, Snoop, and Lee walked toward a man that had long, blond hair and a rather nice suit on. He was surrounded by what appeared to be teenage fashion models who were on the look out. When they saw the three men walking toward them, the blond turned around and starred right at them.

“Are you three the leaders of The Children Of Ghetto?” He asked, his voice deep with an feeling of seriousness.

“I am Mychael, leader of The Children Of Ghetto.” Mychael said, his voice full of confidence.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Mychael. I am Donnie Osbourne of Angels & Demons.” He extended his hand; Mychael grabbed Donnie's hand as they greeted each other for a few moments. “Oh, where are my manners. Please, all three of you, follow us. Lets walk around the dead before we get to brass task.”

The grave yard, while depressing, did create an atmosphere that was suitable for such talk as they were about to undertake. They walked around in silence, speaking and comforting members of Ratliff's family. It took a while for them all to find a place that was quiet to sit down and talk about what was going on.

“et me start off by saying a few words about Ratliff.” Donnie said, leaning back on a tomb stone. “The thing that I cared most about him was how he was able to use some of his friends in my films. When I lived in New York, my films done mediocre at best. They never sold that good until I met my cousin, Ratliff. He had a well built body and threw him, I was able to make some of my early best films. It shocked me how many adult women loved looking at his ass fuck teenage girls. Guess they all had a suckish love life. When Ratliff returned back, he took the listens I thought him to go and get together your group of friends to all be parts in my film, sense I was leaving New York. When I came here to Colorado, I re-birthed my entire empire, making more money then I thought possible. I started producing some of my best films here, started making a rather hefty profit, and now I live the life as a porn director. Every man's real dream. It did shock me that he put his emotions ahead of him when he killed Fron. Fron. Best damn actor that I had the pleasure of working with. But, I understood that Ratliff was getting beyond pissed off at his sister and for that, I do have some form a a neutral understanding with him. Now, that he is dead, you are here to tell me what my cousin had in plans for me, is it not?” Mychael nodded his head.

“Before Ratliff died, as I told my two friends here. Ratliff had said that we will need to report everything that we know about his death to you. All we know in relation to his death is that it was caused by some of Fron's friends as revenge against him for killing Fron. What they done, if you have not heard so -”

“Yes, I know that they burned him to death.”

“- actually, from the autopsy the family received, we thought that you would have been aware that he was dead about a good hour before his body was burnt. Anyway, Ratliff wanted me to inform you that The Children Of Darkness is planning on creating a peace treaty with Fron's friends in order to insure that there will be no more attacks against us.”

Donnie sighed. “It does hurt me to say this, but I am sorry to say that I am not going to be following the wishes of a dead man. Instead, this is what I am going to have you all instead do: Join Angels & Demons to help me get revenge against all of those that have destroyed the life of a fellow member of my family. Did Ratliff have any other request that he wanted me to fulfill for him?”

“Just one.” Ratliff said. “He wants you to torture a former girlfriend of his name Cyri. Yes, she, I will admit, is pretty fucking cute. But due to her betraying and not following him, he wants her to be taken out. He wants her to have the same treatment the others that got away from you have had. He felt that she should have the treatment because he felt that she was nothing more then a total slut.” Donnie sat back, thinking about this.

“For him I will. But it will require some help from you three. I am going to need someone to carry out our deeds while we take care of this Cyri. We will give you a list of people to attack and you take it from there. Simple as that.” When Mychael said yes, they made an agreement that both The Children Of Ghetto and Angels & Demons were to become one.

And the person in black that was hiding behind the trees just nodded as he flicked something off.

THE REALIZATION OF MAXINE GARCIA

When Maxine stormed out of the meeting with The Children of Darkness, only one thing was on her mind: the sick and disgusted thoughts of what she had taken a part of. Now, she is a young lady of strict religious obedience and the very thought that she done something of this magnitude stunned her.

Weeks went by and sooner and sooner she came to acceptance of what she had undertaken. The first thing she done was cut off all contact with her friends. It tore her apart as she sent each one of them a note that signified that it was for her own health that she had to do this. The note read as such:

My dear friends,

for the most part, of the ones I know to no end, I love you all. But, due to some of the events that I have under taken in, I have gotten into a state of shock. I can not continue on like this. And I am not talking about being part of the group. What I am talking about is cutting off all contact with all of you. I am terribly sorry that I have to do this. But, due to my own health, I can not go on like this. It does break my heart and I am sorry. Please, forgive me.

Love all of you forever,

Maxine Grace Garcia.

After she sent the note, she had all of her classes changed so she will never see any of them again. But the nightmares of all that she done, the fact that she is even aware of it all, haunted her dreams for days on end. She found herself, at night, not sleeping with tears in her eyes.

The only time thoughts of what happened never attacked her was when she went to church. Unlike most kids who are forced to go to church due to their parents, Maxine had a natural love for religion. She loved the belief that there is an ultra high power God that controls the universe, created them all, and allow them to live as free beings. So whenever she thought of what she done, the sickness, she believed, was her punishment for taking a part of what happened. Now, what made her change her mind about joining the group was when she spoke to the preacher of her church: Father Cheech.

When she enter the confession booth, a feeling of terror washed over her. She knew that this was it: if she screwed up, then everyone will know that she and her friends caused the death of a fellow human.

“When was the last time you came to confession, child?” Father Cheech had this thick, Mexican accent that made it hard for him to speak English. But, sense they both knew Spanish, they agreed to speak in their native tongues.

“TO be honest, I do not remember.”

“What are your sins, child?”

“Just so I am aware, before I tell you, do I have to tell you everything in detail or can I take some parts that I feel are far too personal out?”

“My child, you tell me whatever you feel is important to tell me. Now, pelase tell me your sins.” Maxine took a deep breath and began to tell.

“Father, me and my friends have, well, seriously injured someone some time ago. This person was knowing for hurting numerous people. He would beat anyone up that caused him any frustration, was against what he done, and above all else, would attack people for no reason. And no one done anything about it. We talked to some people about the crimes he done, but nothing was done about it. So, me and my friends took the matter into our own hands.”

“Where is this child now?”

“With his father.” Well, it was kind of true.

“Ah. So, in retrospect, you basically to the law into your own hands and took revenge against someone who was hurting God's children. Have you ever heard of a play entitled 'Doubt'? Well, there is a line in the play that is something like: 'When you pursue wrong doing, you are taking a step away from God. But in his service.'. When you got revenge on him, you were doing a deed ordered by God. You see, God has written our entire lives ip to the end of time. He has already ordered us to do and say what we do and say. All that you were doing was following God's orders. There is no harm in that. God must have wanted this person to stop doing what he was doing and he used you to do that.” When Father Cheech finished, Maxine did finally understand.

A few days later during their school's spring break, she sent Vincent an e-mail, asking for her to return to the Children of Darkness:

Dear Vincent,

it has been months sense we last talked and to make this short, I have spent the time thinking over my self and what I believe in. I am wondering if there is or could be any way that I can rejoin The Children of Darkness? Please, let me know. I do not care what, I will do anything.

Maxine.

Later on, Vincent sent her an e-mail that was something like this:

Hey Maxine!

Well, I am not going to have you do anything BUT this will be the last time I am going to allow you to reenter the group. Next time, you won't. We will be having a gathering tomorrow in relation to some activity that some members (including myself) have been involved with.

See you there.

Vincent Lang GesuDio

After reading the e-mail, she decided to go and see what the meeting was to be about. That leads her story to now.

THE RESULTS OF DONNIE 'LONDON' OSBOURNE

As any parent who notices their son tied up naked to a bed with something long shoved up his buttocks, scars from a whip over his back, unconscious, and with some rather disturbing messages engraved into his stomach, they lost their heads and cool. Un-tieing him, they rushed him to a near by hospital were doctors were puzzled.

They said that there was some internal bleeding in his rectum, the scars would be permanent, and unless they want their son to be in anymore pain, the tattoo would have to stay. He remained knocked out for about a few days.

When he awoken, by his side he saw some people putting in new needles into his veins and an army of Government officials by his side.

“Donnie Osbourne?” One said. He appeared to be the one in charge of this little party.

“Yes. I am he. What is going on?” then, he remembered everything about what had happened. He felt his pack, to wined up finding some rather thick packages of cloth taped to make sure the scares could not get infected. He felt his stomach to feel the indention of where he was tattooed.

“Mr. Osbourne,” the man said, “I am Agent Weaving. I was wondering if we could talk alone for a few minutes.” He looked at the nurse mess with some machines, looked up, nodded, and then left. “Teenagers. Like to take their sweet damn time with everything.” He walked over and sat down in a chair next to him. “Mr. Osbourne, let me make this clear, the reason why we are here is because for reasons I do not know, the United States government is aware of what it is that you do. I have no knowledge of what you do. The government wants me to bring whoever done this to you to justice. Apparently, as we are led to believe, you are something of an entrepreneur to the officials. We are led to believe that you sell these officials some films that they enjoy and, knowing this men and women, they sure love their films. Me, I see no point in films so whatever it is that you are selling to them, they enjoy. Now, what can you remember of the day that this happened to you? What can you tell me?” In Donnie's mind, he was beyond stunned. Then, he thought that it would be best to play it safe for now.

“To be honest, I do not have any memories of that day. All I remember was going to bed the night before and that was it. Nothing else seems to be in my mind. But, if I do remember, then I will let you know. Now, if you please, I would like to be by myself for a while.” The Officials looked at each other, and then decided to turn and walk away. When the nurse came back in, Donnie looked up at him.

“If you please, can I borrow a cell phone to call my friends up to let them know that I am alright?” The nurse, messing with the machines, informed him that his friends were already there. They were inside the waiting room, waiting for him. He told her to get the one nick named Massey. A few minutes a later, a rather tall but good looking teenage guy came in and sat down next to him. The nurse got up and left to allow them to talk in peace.

“Okay, to cut all the bullshit, I am going to assume that you are in a lot of pain?” his tenor voice said.

“No shit Sherlock. I am in pain. And I know who did it: The fucking bitch Cyri. I was going to fulfill Ratliff's request to torture her, but she must have seen that Swedish film I told you about and decided to go and reenact it. Just she made it more harsh.” he lifted up his gown to show Massey the tattoo. After looking at it, he went and vomited in a near by trash bin.

“Good God,” he said, sitting back down. “And I thought that bitch I fucked in your last film was disgusting. What are you planning on doing now?”

“Simple.” he said, sitting up. “i just had some government officials in my room, telling me that the United States government, out highest paying customers, know what had happened to me. So, I am going to play as a kid that does not remember a thing, and then I am going to tell them that it was Cyri. I am just going to make up some random, yet sensible bullshit about this and they will eat it up. Then we get to nail her slutty ass. Then I will take care of her precious Vincent GesuDio.” When he finished speaking, the nurse came back in to tell Massey that visiting hours were up and he had to go. Saying good bye to his friend/ boss, he got up and left the room.

The nurse in blue turned off the voice recorder that was recording the entire conversations with and shoved it in his pocket.

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The man in black, driving up to the house that he has been to so many times before in the past, was listening even more to the audio that he had recorded that day about five months. He remembered that The Boss told him that he would need the audio soon. He was lucky that he knew a friend that worked in a bank that would keep the audio safe until such a time as such was to be of use.

Getting out of his car, locking it, he walked up the stairs. Once inside of the house (he always had permission to enter), he walked down the corridors of ?????'s parent's house. They saw him from the kitchen, nodded at him, and continued on their sweet life. The Man In Black thought that he had heard them say something along the lines that another friend of ????? has arrived. He just shook his head at the sheer stupidity of what they said. Of course he will be here along with the rest of the gang.

When he was outside of the main office, he knocked a few times until The Nurse opened the door.

“You have the audio?” The Man In Black showed him the C.D. “Updated it a bunch, did you not? I take it that you want it to be so good that you hear the very heart beats of them all?” The Man In Black just shoved The Nurse aside and walked in. In front of a rather large monitor, ????? was typing some codes into his computer.

“!!!!!!,” he said, looking at !!!!!!'s reaction in one of the screens. “Bring me your C.D.” The Man In Black gave the C.D. To ????? and slipped it in. “ If I were you two, I would find yourself a seat and sip some of the drinks that I have so humbly provided for you to quench your thirsts.” They each went behind some of the bookshelf to find some bottles of some rather odd soft drinks. As they were sipping away, the audio of Donnie's conversations were blasting from the computer. Then The Nurses C.D. From earlier that day. When Vincent's name was uttered, ????? raised one of his eyebrows.

“Name sound familiar?” The Nurse said.

“Oh yes, that is a name I have not heard uttered in so long. Looks like I am going to have to pay this Vincent a chance meeting, to see if it is who he is.” ????? took a sip of some tea that he had and looked at some photos of The Children Of Darkness that were on his computer. If this was who he thought it was, then he knew that some very, eventful events were going to erupt.

The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty One

To be honest, Coraline did not know why she was walking with Tad. Maybe it just felt right to her? It was all by chance? Or maybe it was because he just happened to be walking the same path as her. Either way, she was glad that he was there. Made her feel a little bit better.

“Have you ever noticed the roses before?” She said.

“In this park, where you walk towards one side to another, it is hard not to notice them.”

“A lot of people say things like that.” She said taking a deep breath. “People are aware that they are there, but they never take time to actually notice what they are. A pity at times that such wonderful things, such as roses, go unnoticed.” Coraline looked up into Tad's face. “You seem rather distant today. Anything on your mind you wish to share?” Tad was rather silent for a few moments.

“I am just not liking Vincent. That is all.” Tad said, taking a deep breath.

“Let me guess: The entire ordeal with Cyri and London has gotten to you?”

“Not just that.” He stopped walking and stared into her eyes. “It is the entire fact that he, first of all, did not get us involved at all and second that he is constantly putting Cyri into danger. I just do not see his logic. Yes, we are suppose to be stopping gangs and put an end to them, but this is madness. Something will go wrong. That I am sure of. I just do not want anything to happen to her. If something were to happen, then I have no idea how in hell I could forgive myself.” They continued walking until the found a bench to rest in. Once they were rested, Coraline began talking.

“I know about your love for Cyri. I know that you care a lot about her. But I am starting to think that you being over protective over her is starting to take a toll on things. I mean, you need to allow her to be a big girl and fend for herself. I know that you do not want her putting her life in danger, but think about this: she is a person. She can make her own choices.”

“Fine. Then what are your thoughts on Vincent then?”

“Well,” She took a deep breath. “Other than the fact that he is going over board on this to an exaggerated extent, I think that what we are doing will be for the greater good. Now, is he a good leader? Personally I do not think so for I believe that if he was, then he would have informed us about London, but I know from speaking with Cyri after the meeting that it was all for the best. They had a short amount of time and for all of us to be involved would have taken much time and that was time that they did not have. But, for now on, sense we are more than likely going to be attacked constantly by other gangs, we ar going to be keeping tabs on each other. If there happens to be another attack, then we will need to be able to help that person when the time comes.”

“I still think and as long as this continues, that this is a mistake and we will need to put an end to it. But as long as Hitler reincarnated is still alive, that will not happen anytime soon. I mean, what is he gaining from this? Power? Control? Taking over the fucking world? I just can not see his logic. Yes, originally it was that we were suppose to stop gains, but this was not what I had in mind. What do the others think?”

“Maxine thinks that this is the right thing. If you remember what she said, she prayed about this ever sense the death of Ratliff and now something about this gang makes sense to her. Joan thinks that this will start to get interesting and is wondering how much more longer this will last. She sees this as a game, and is not taking this that seriously. I am hoping that soon she will understand about the seriousness of this entire plan. What have the guys thought?”

“Most of them think that Vincent is evil. But are willing to follow his orders seeing as how he has led this this far. It is simple as that. But they are afraid that one of us will die. I hope that that will not happen.”

“Then do not say it!” Coraline said. “You will only jinx us. So, now the final question of this discussion comes to it's climax: what are you going to do?” Tad leaned back, looking up towards the sky.

“For now, I am just going to do what he says. Who knows, I could find something of a plot hole in his logic and prove that he is the idiotic leader I know that he is. Even if it ends up being ten years from now.” Then they were quiet for the rest of the time they were hanging out.