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.
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