Chapter Five
“Mr. Ethan will see you in a few moments.” The receptionist said to Oren and Aaron Rogers as she continued to type at her computer. Both of them sat in silence as they waited for a chance to see him. Oren's hair was rather dry, looking as if it could fall off at any given moment. Brad's looked greasey, falling all over his face, and for some reason had a very unpleasant odor to it. When about ten minutes have passed, the receptionist came back.
“He will see you both now.” Taking Oren by the hand, both of them walked into Joshua Ethan's office.
The office was large and spacious. The walls, a forest green with book shelves covering a good majority of the space. On the walls were some certificates that said they were degrees from law schools and some pictures that appeared to be of family members and heads of some universities. They both took a seat in front of the large mahogany desk that was in the middle of the room and waited.
It had been a long time sense both of them had seen any color at all in their lives. Living in a gray cell with the only music being the screaming of others was and will never be a pleasant experience for either of them. Aaron did not know how it would be to see him again. He did think about him from time to time in that cell (along with Oren thinking of him) and did not know what to expect. But one thing was for sure: He must be pissed off with him. Why? There were no photos of him in the area at all. Only of others.
“I hope you both know that it is rude to sit down without permission in someone's office.” A voice, thick with a southern accent, boomed into the room sending waves of shock threw both Oren and Aaron. “But seeing as how my brother is here, I will be forgiving.” He walked over to his desk, patting Aaron on the shoulder.
“So, how long did you guys do time for?” He asked as he took out a legal pad.
“Ten years.” Oren said, in a rather annoying high pitch voice.
“Ten years for neglect and rape. I wonder why they decided to go easy on you guys.”
“Maybe it is because my brother happens to be the one government authority that is known for satisfying the pedophiliac desires of the men who run this country.” Aaron said, his voice low and depressed. Joshua sat back in his chair.
“Who in the prison told you about that?” He asked.
“A person by the name of McLaughlin. He found out about what you done and you framed him for the murder of some illegal immigrants in Texas. I do not remember the other details but that does not matter in the slightest.” Aaron said.
“Ah. Him. Well, like most secret industries, you have to keep some things secret from the public's eye. The Government does it all the time, and so do we. An example will be when the Swedish government tried to hide an agent of the Soviet Union in their country sense he was doing work for them. That was until his daughter went and burnt him almost to death and then exposing the government for how corrupt they were.”
“We are aware of that.” Oren said. Joshua only knew her for a few moments and already her voice was getting on his last nerve. Will someone shut this fucking bitch up? he asked in his mind.
“Instead of us talking about what we already know,” Joshua said, standing up to get him a shot of whiskey. “What about you tell me what I do not know. Like, why you have come to see me. Whiskey you two?” Aaron shook his head no, Oren took one.
“We have come to make you a deal.” Aaron said. “We know all about Angels & Demons and about the money that you all make. What we want to do is get back our daughter Cyri and sell her to be put into your films in exchange we gets some of the profits that you all make.” Joshua's eyes were raised.
“You know, I keep hearing about my niece almost everyday now. You know our main film maker Donnie Osbourne? Well, your little girl was almost in one of his films. Long story short, what resulted was the recreation of a Swedish novel about violence against women. In a way, I want her taken down. But it shocks me that you, being her parents, would want this for your own flesh and blood. She is nothing to me, but she is something to you. So, please explain to me why you want to do this?”
“Simple: One rule about family is that you never rat out anyone. She broke that rule and deserves to be punished. She is ours. She ended up putting us threw Hell and back. She had no right. So, I drank a little and lost control. So what? Do we all once in a while? Well, she had to bleed out of her ass and rat me and Oren out. She is dead to us and we want to strike revenge against her.” Aaron said, stopping to take a deep breath. They were all quiet until Oren put down her now empty glass.
“What are you plans of what to do Josh?” Oren asked.
“I was thinking of charging her on murder for Garret (otherwise known as Ratliff), Donnie’s cousin sense she was involved with that and also for the sexual torture of Donnie. To put it simply, she shoved a base ball bat up his ass.” Both Oren and Brad had looks of pain on their face when they were told that. “So, you already know where I stand on bringing her down. Sense I do control some parts of the Government, we will take her to court about this and we will fight to have her returned into your custody. Though, I must warn you: You are not the only one that want to get her back. You remember the Dieter Sixx trial a few years back about that sweat shop that was ran by kids? Well, they had legal custody of Cyri and as such, they want her back due to their believe that she caused their industry to collapse. Pity though. I was going to turn them into another division of Angels & Demons. But, I am going to have to tell them today that me giving Cyri back to them would be out of the question. Overall, I will be getting to work soon on bringing down Cyri. Seeing as how a lot of people she know have gotten weak, this should be easy.”
“People she know?” Brad asked, looking confused.
“I assume that in the prison you have heard of the vigilantism group known as The Children Of Darkness? Well, Cyri is part of the group. So a group that wants to destroy any gangs is enough of a threat to me and as such, needs to be put down.” Josh looked at his calendar and frowned. “Sadly, I have another client that I have to see about this time. But, please come back here some time so we can discuss this in depth more.” Josh shook both Oren and Brad's hands as they left the room. Once they were done, Joshua walked towards his computer and stopped the video recorder that was in the room.
Once the film stopped, Blaze went to the beginning of the film and looked at the notes he had written down. McCartney and Paul gave Blaze their notes on the video and he looked threw them.
“Gentlemen,” Blaze said turning around. “I think we might have found the most fun we will have in a long time. Time to update the Lawyers about this. In terms of pop culture for this year, hell is about to break loose.” Stalin and McCartney looked at each other and nodded.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
The Trial Of Cyri. Chapter Four. REVISED.
Chapter Four
“McCartney, please give me the coffee picture.” Blaze said, leaning back in his great leather arm chair. The cup was blazing hot, but that was exactly what he wanted. The hot temperature of the liquid was going to help him think. “Alright, sense you two were with me during my talk with the lovely Cyri, what are your thoughts and views about this?”
“Other than the fact that she could prove useful to us in our campaign,” Stalin said. “I think that she is going to be a hard person to gang the trust of.”
“And what makes you say that, o' my brother?” Blaze said, looking at him.
“Well, I saw that she was shaking a little bit when we left. Also her reaction to you being Vincent's step brother was a major shock unto her. So, more than likely she will not be trusting anything that anyone has or will say to her because she will not know who to trust.”
“Interesting point there Stalin.” Blaze took a drink of his coffee. “What says you McCartney? Your perspective?”
“Other than you need to lay off the coffee before you have a heart attack,” McCartney said, clearing his voice so his English accent can be more understood. “I have no real say about this. I mean, like our wonderful Russian friend here,” He pointed at Stalin. “I think that if we gang her trust and her believe then we might have something of a chance of recruiting her and her friends.”
“You both think the same. Okay.” Blaze set his coffee cup on a near by table and let one of his cigarettes. He knew that his family hated the fact that he smoked. But if it was in his room, then who really gives a damn? “My thought is simple: I want her to be a part. We all have that one thing in common and, knowing her past with her parents, we will be needed.”
“Why exactly will her parents be doing?” Stalin asked, looking at McCartney.
“Well, in a nut shell, they have grown into heavy power over the years. Other than keeping tabs on their daughter, they are now in want of strong influence. And knowing their past, they will do anything in their power to try and get Cyri.”
“But, why? McCartney asked, looking puzzled.
“Well, that has to do with the next thing.” And when Blaze told them, they were all shocked at the audacity of what was to be attempted.
“Is that even legal?” They both, being McCartney and Stalin, said at once.
“With the right authority, anything is possible. You just wait and see. Once Cyri finds out what will happen, she will be wanting us to be at her side.”
“Are you going to be talking to her again?” Stalin asked, sitting down in an opposite arm chair from Blaze.
“In due time.” Blaze took a large breath of his cigarette. “But, in the mean time, I will let her learn some of this by herself. She is a big girl. She will need to know all about this world and how cruel and unfair it really is. All she had was a sample. That is not enough.”
She, by now, has lost count of how many times she had broken her alarm clock. After breaking this one by trying to shut it off, Cyri rolled on to her back and stared right at the ceiling. She knew that only two months remained of school, and they have became a drag. The house was usually cold as she jumped into the shower, hoping that the hot water would, at the very least, help her forget all about what was on her mind. It did no such thing.
Throwing on her cloths, not bothering to eat breakfast, she rushed outside and went straight to the bus stop. She just wanted to be alone that day. Like most other mornings. She missed Vincent when he would ride the bus, mostly because he was able to keep her entertained while the tedious ride went on.
Once the bus arrived, she went and just sank into the back, alone as usual. Then, would you know, Tad came on board. One thing that Cyri has noticed was that Tad was trying to copy Vincent's hair style of having the hair hang over most of his face, cloaking him from most of the sight. When Tad walked to the back of the bus, Cyri let out an agitated sigh.
“Look, do not bother talking to me today. Got it? I am not in the mood.” Cyri looked out of the window, hoping Tad would have heard her message. And it appeared that he did which would have been something of a first in a long while. She just could not understand, but she actually did at the same time. She knew that this was all started because of Vincent, by why would he still carry this act on, she did not know.
Once she entered the school and went into her homeroom, she was, as usual, by herself and alone. The other members of The Children Of Darkness where in their own homerooms, mostly grouped together, but she was mostly alone.
In the tote bag she carried around, she fished around for the current novel she was reading. It's title had something to do with kicking a hornet's nest and, in terms of the novel, was a wonderful metaphor to what the girl in the novel does. Getting half way threw it, the teacher looked up and called everyone to his attention.
“Listen up all of you.” he said, his voice rough. “Apparently we have a new student today. His name is -” Before he called out his name, he noticed this new student standing silently in the back. He could not have been there long, for Cyri would have noticed him. “Ah! Blaze! You are finally here!” Cyri turned around sharp and felt a strike of cold rush down her spine. “Everyone, this is Blaze Bachman. He will be here for the remainder of the school year.” Blaze looked around, saw Cyri, and sat next to her.
“Enchante, Madam.” He said as he took his seat. While he was taking his seat, some memories of the attack and the confrontation with him earlier entered her head. It was only until the teacher spoke did she go back to reality,
“Well,” said the teacher, “I will be back momentarily. Try not to slaughter each other.” When he left, Blaze turned toward Cyri. Blaze had a little smirk at the statement that was said.
“How have you been recently?” Blaze took a sip of some beverage that he had in a black coffee canister in his hand.
“How about you tell me why the fuck you are in my classroom to begin with and why did you even change schools?” Cyri exclaimed, though she had a pretty good idea as to why.
“To be honest, I only changed my classes. You see, I have been going to this school for the past year. You just never seemed to notice me at all. Which, to be frank, is rather sad. Now, the reason why I am here is that you are a rather interesting person and as such, I would like to get to know you a bit better than what I already do, if that is not too much of a crime in this world?” Cyri took a deep breath.
“I suppose it’s not. But, I want to make this clear: I am not in the mood to talk today so, please, leave me alone.”
“Well, that is, too bad.” Blaze said. “You see, I am a rather talkative person and as such, I like to speak. So, tell me what is on your mind or can I guess?”
“You can guess for all I care.” Cyri said, turning away.
“It has to do with Vincent and your longing and lust for him to be back here.” When Blaze said that, Cyri froze still and slightly turned her head. Blaze just smiled. “Oooo! That's a bingo!” She just looked at him incredulously. “That is the way you say it: That's a bingo?”
“You just say Bingo.” Cyri said, in a voice that was a mix between annoyed and saddened.
“Bingo! How fun!” Blaze said, with something of a chuckle. “Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. I take it that the reason why you are rather sad has to do with Vincent.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I am good that way. And you look a little touched.”
“What does that suppose to mean in relation to me?”
“It means that you miss Vincent to no end, and that you might have learned something very shocking unto you and you wish that you could tell him all about it. And noticing the look of disappointment on your face, I can tell that you have had no luck in contact with him.”
“Wow. You make my good friend Holmes jealous.” Cyri said.
“I tend to make him wish he was me every once in a while.”
“While you quote films?” When Cyri said that, Blaze chuckled under his breath.
“A terrible habit of mine. Like me smoking and drinking the total amount of coffee that would be the equation to that of an Irish town drunk.” After that, they were both quiet for a few moments, not wanting to talk to one another.
“Do you hate that?” Blaze said after a few moments.
“Hate what?”
“Uncomfortable silence. You know it means you have found someone special. So special that you can just shut the fuck up and comfortably share silence with one another.” Blaze had something of a smile on his face. Cyri wanted to slap him.
“We are no where near that yet and you are starting to get on my nerves.” Cyri said, beyond agitated.
“Oh, excuse me. A thousand pardons mistress. I am just trying to be friendly.”
“Well, I do not which to be your friend.”
“Sooner or later, you will find yourself rethinking that. Most people I end up helping do end up saying that some time in the future and in your case, that might come soon.” Cyri gave him a questioning look.
“And what, prey, do you mean by that?”
“All good things to those who wait. In the mean time, I would just be keeping my head in Swedish crime fiction. It might be changing your life soon in the future. Or even for that matter, you might be living in it.” Blaze said, leaning back when the teacher returned to the room. They were both silent for the rest of the time.
Once that class was let out, the rest of the day had been lonely for Cyri. Yes, she saw her friends at lunch, but either her girl friends had boyfriends and were trying to start something of a stereotypical teen film romance and her guy friends were either talking about some random topic that suited no interest to her. The only thing that she knew was that this sucked.
Later on, when she got home, she logged onto her computer to find that Vincent went and sent her an email.
RE: Update #1
Hey Cyri!
The only thing I have to say about moving is: Good. God. Do I hate it. I mean, when we moved down their last year, I thought that would be the last place I would ever have to move to. But, look at me now.
The area itself is pretty much bland for at the moment. We got moved into out new house yesterday and this entire day, me and mom had been trying to set up the house. It is larger than the one in Colorado, and that is something of a plus for me. I will be starting school next week so hopefully I will have something worth while to tell you about the kids here.
Now, onto this Blaze character. The only thing I can as to about him is that I want you to befriend him for a while, see if we can gang his trust. Do things like record conversations with him, give me updates about him, give me things that I can use to determine if we can trust him or not.
I will be honest: I miss you to no end Cyri. I wish to God or whoever that I was still living down there with you and everyone else. Even if it meant that I would have to suffer with fucking Tad. I would just so I can be with you. I will try and find a way to visit sometime. Maybe during the winter of something like that.
Well, I have to go now. I love you to no end and I want you to never forget that.
Your's forever,
Vincent GesuDio.
After Cyri read that message, she just sat at her desk and allowed a few tears to fall from her face.
“McCartney, please give me the coffee picture.” Blaze said, leaning back in his great leather arm chair. The cup was blazing hot, but that was exactly what he wanted. The hot temperature of the liquid was going to help him think. “Alright, sense you two were with me during my talk with the lovely Cyri, what are your thoughts and views about this?”
“Other than the fact that she could prove useful to us in our campaign,” Stalin said. “I think that she is going to be a hard person to gang the trust of.”
“And what makes you say that, o' my brother?” Blaze said, looking at him.
“Well, I saw that she was shaking a little bit when we left. Also her reaction to you being Vincent's step brother was a major shock unto her. So, more than likely she will not be trusting anything that anyone has or will say to her because she will not know who to trust.”
“Interesting point there Stalin.” Blaze took a drink of his coffee. “What says you McCartney? Your perspective?”
“Other than you need to lay off the coffee before you have a heart attack,” McCartney said, clearing his voice so his English accent can be more understood. “I have no real say about this. I mean, like our wonderful Russian friend here,” He pointed at Stalin. “I think that if we gang her trust and her believe then we might have something of a chance of recruiting her and her friends.”
“You both think the same. Okay.” Blaze set his coffee cup on a near by table and let one of his cigarettes. He knew that his family hated the fact that he smoked. But if it was in his room, then who really gives a damn? “My thought is simple: I want her to be a part. We all have that one thing in common and, knowing her past with her parents, we will be needed.”
“Why exactly will her parents be doing?” Stalin asked, looking at McCartney.
“Well, in a nut shell, they have grown into heavy power over the years. Other than keeping tabs on their daughter, they are now in want of strong influence. And knowing their past, they will do anything in their power to try and get Cyri.”
“But, why? McCartney asked, looking puzzled.
“Well, that has to do with the next thing.” And when Blaze told them, they were all shocked at the audacity of what was to be attempted.
“Is that even legal?” They both, being McCartney and Stalin, said at once.
“With the right authority, anything is possible. You just wait and see. Once Cyri finds out what will happen, she will be wanting us to be at her side.”
“Are you going to be talking to her again?” Stalin asked, sitting down in an opposite arm chair from Blaze.
“In due time.” Blaze took a large breath of his cigarette. “But, in the mean time, I will let her learn some of this by herself. She is a big girl. She will need to know all about this world and how cruel and unfair it really is. All she had was a sample. That is not enough.”
She, by now, has lost count of how many times she had broken her alarm clock. After breaking this one by trying to shut it off, Cyri rolled on to her back and stared right at the ceiling. She knew that only two months remained of school, and they have became a drag. The house was usually cold as she jumped into the shower, hoping that the hot water would, at the very least, help her forget all about what was on her mind. It did no such thing.
Throwing on her cloths, not bothering to eat breakfast, she rushed outside and went straight to the bus stop. She just wanted to be alone that day. Like most other mornings. She missed Vincent when he would ride the bus, mostly because he was able to keep her entertained while the tedious ride went on.
Once the bus arrived, she went and just sank into the back, alone as usual. Then, would you know, Tad came on board. One thing that Cyri has noticed was that Tad was trying to copy Vincent's hair style of having the hair hang over most of his face, cloaking him from most of the sight. When Tad walked to the back of the bus, Cyri let out an agitated sigh.
“Look, do not bother talking to me today. Got it? I am not in the mood.” Cyri looked out of the window, hoping Tad would have heard her message. And it appeared that he did which would have been something of a first in a long while. She just could not understand, but she actually did at the same time. She knew that this was all started because of Vincent, by why would he still carry this act on, she did not know.
Once she entered the school and went into her homeroom, she was, as usual, by herself and alone. The other members of The Children Of Darkness where in their own homerooms, mostly grouped together, but she was mostly alone.
In the tote bag she carried around, she fished around for the current novel she was reading. It's title had something to do with kicking a hornet's nest and, in terms of the novel, was a wonderful metaphor to what the girl in the novel does. Getting half way threw it, the teacher looked up and called everyone to his attention.
“Listen up all of you.” he said, his voice rough. “Apparently we have a new student today. His name is -” Before he called out his name, he noticed this new student standing silently in the back. He could not have been there long, for Cyri would have noticed him. “Ah! Blaze! You are finally here!” Cyri turned around sharp and felt a strike of cold rush down her spine. “Everyone, this is Blaze Bachman. He will be here for the remainder of the school year.” Blaze looked around, saw Cyri, and sat next to her.
“Enchante, Madam.” He said as he took his seat. While he was taking his seat, some memories of the attack and the confrontation with him earlier entered her head. It was only until the teacher spoke did she go back to reality,
“Well,” said the teacher, “I will be back momentarily. Try not to slaughter each other.” When he left, Blaze turned toward Cyri. Blaze had a little smirk at the statement that was said.
“How have you been recently?” Blaze took a sip of some beverage that he had in a black coffee canister in his hand.
“How about you tell me why the fuck you are in my classroom to begin with and why did you even change schools?” Cyri exclaimed, though she had a pretty good idea as to why.
“To be honest, I only changed my classes. You see, I have been going to this school for the past year. You just never seemed to notice me at all. Which, to be frank, is rather sad. Now, the reason why I am here is that you are a rather interesting person and as such, I would like to get to know you a bit better than what I already do, if that is not too much of a crime in this world?” Cyri took a deep breath.
“I suppose it’s not. But, I want to make this clear: I am not in the mood to talk today so, please, leave me alone.”
“Well, that is, too bad.” Blaze said. “You see, I am a rather talkative person and as such, I like to speak. So, tell me what is on your mind or can I guess?”
“You can guess for all I care.” Cyri said, turning away.
“It has to do with Vincent and your longing and lust for him to be back here.” When Blaze said that, Cyri froze still and slightly turned her head. Blaze just smiled. “Oooo! That's a bingo!” She just looked at him incredulously. “That is the way you say it: That's a bingo?”
“You just say Bingo.” Cyri said, in a voice that was a mix between annoyed and saddened.
“Bingo! How fun!” Blaze said, with something of a chuckle. “Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. I take it that the reason why you are rather sad has to do with Vincent.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I am good that way. And you look a little touched.”
“What does that suppose to mean in relation to me?”
“It means that you miss Vincent to no end, and that you might have learned something very shocking unto you and you wish that you could tell him all about it. And noticing the look of disappointment on your face, I can tell that you have had no luck in contact with him.”
“Wow. You make my good friend Holmes jealous.” Cyri said.
“I tend to make him wish he was me every once in a while.”
“While you quote films?” When Cyri said that, Blaze chuckled under his breath.
“A terrible habit of mine. Like me smoking and drinking the total amount of coffee that would be the equation to that of an Irish town drunk.” After that, they were both quiet for a few moments, not wanting to talk to one another.
“Do you hate that?” Blaze said after a few moments.
“Hate what?”
“Uncomfortable silence. You know it means you have found someone special. So special that you can just shut the fuck up and comfortably share silence with one another.” Blaze had something of a smile on his face. Cyri wanted to slap him.
“We are no where near that yet and you are starting to get on my nerves.” Cyri said, beyond agitated.
“Oh, excuse me. A thousand pardons mistress. I am just trying to be friendly.”
“Well, I do not which to be your friend.”
“Sooner or later, you will find yourself rethinking that. Most people I end up helping do end up saying that some time in the future and in your case, that might come soon.” Cyri gave him a questioning look.
“And what, prey, do you mean by that?”
“All good things to those who wait. In the mean time, I would just be keeping my head in Swedish crime fiction. It might be changing your life soon in the future. Or even for that matter, you might be living in it.” Blaze said, leaning back when the teacher returned to the room. They were both silent for the rest of the time.
Once that class was let out, the rest of the day had been lonely for Cyri. Yes, she saw her friends at lunch, but either her girl friends had boyfriends and were trying to start something of a stereotypical teen film romance and her guy friends were either talking about some random topic that suited no interest to her. The only thing that she knew was that this sucked.
Later on, when she got home, she logged onto her computer to find that Vincent went and sent her an email.
RE: Update #1
Hey Cyri!
The only thing I have to say about moving is: Good. God. Do I hate it. I mean, when we moved down their last year, I thought that would be the last place I would ever have to move to. But, look at me now.
The area itself is pretty much bland for at the moment. We got moved into out new house yesterday and this entire day, me and mom had been trying to set up the house. It is larger than the one in Colorado, and that is something of a plus for me. I will be starting school next week so hopefully I will have something worth while to tell you about the kids here.
Now, onto this Blaze character. The only thing I can as to about him is that I want you to befriend him for a while, see if we can gang his trust. Do things like record conversations with him, give me updates about him, give me things that I can use to determine if we can trust him or not.
I will be honest: I miss you to no end Cyri. I wish to God or whoever that I was still living down there with you and everyone else. Even if it meant that I would have to suffer with fucking Tad. I would just so I can be with you. I will try and find a way to visit sometime. Maybe during the winter of something like that.
Well, I have to go now. I love you to no end and I want you to never forget that.
Your's forever,
Vincent GesuDio.
After Cyri read that message, she just sat at her desk and allowed a few tears to fall from her face.
The Trial Of Cyri. Chapter Three. REVISED.
Chapter Three
Update #1
Hey Vincent!
I do not know when you will be on next, so sense I want you updated nonstop about what is going on here, I figure that I will start something called 'Updates'. In a nutshell, they will be brief recaps of what happens with The Children Of Darkness and what wisdom I need from you. Now, I do hope that you can, at least, email me back when you can. Okay, enough of me jabbering on, let's start this letter.
It has been, towards me at least, lonely. Everyday, I grow more and more sad over you not being here. Strange about things like moving. They always make you realize how much you love someone. I mean, I loved you before you moved, but I just can not get you out of my mind. I do hope that you can sooner or later be able to come back.
Now, in concerns with The Children Of Darkness, there has been a few updates. You remember that guy that had went and ambushed us? Well, I ended up learning a few things about him. The first being is what his name is. His real name is Blaze Bachman. The second being is the reason why he even attacked us in the first place. To shorten this up, he apparently is part of an organization that was trying to put an end to any and all gangs that are living in Colorado. Now, he attacked us because he wanted to see if any of the rumors about us and our 'exploits' where even true. He would not say why he stopped when he saw your face (really weird). Now, his reason why he wanted to go and get rid of Angels & Demons is because of the fact that he and his two friend's were effected by the evil and corruption of Donnie and the hell they reined. He ended up talking to me, and asks if we could join their group.
Vincent, they have strong power and we could use that easily. I mean, they know all about us. Aware that you move, all of our pasts, it is kind of scary how he knows so much. But, with the power they have, we could get more information on what Angels & Demons would be up to because, believe me: More than likely they will attack us (mostly me) again and we will be needing protection at all costs.
Now, about the members, they are all tied with the thoughts. But for the most part, sense your departure, they have been pretty much good. They are all doing their jobs, and Tad is still getting on my last nerve. Just between us, he is starting to act like a dog that would not stop humping your leg. He does not seem to understand that, while you are away, you and I are still together. I am hoping he will soon learn, but knowing him, I doubt it.
So, how are things in Boise? To be honest, I hope things are going good up there. Have you made any friends and if so, what are they like?
Well, I have to go know. I hope things will be better for us.
Respond soon. I love you.
Cyri Cullen.
Cyri hit the send button and waited for the little message to appear that would tell her that her message was sent. She leaned back in he seat and had some heavy metal band blast threw her headphones as she tried to get her mind off of Vincent. Ever sense he left, she had been feeling more and more lonely. She thought that it was because this was the first guy that has never back stabbed her or maybe because he was not an entire asshole. She could not figure it at all out. While the music was playing, a few tears fell down from her face when a song about a total eclipse of the heart began to play.
What was worse was how Tad was acting. She understood that he cared about her and as such, wanted to be her guardian angel. What he does not realize is that there is a fine line that goes from caring to clinging, and Tad kept on crossing that line.
She has lectured him about it, but like most love sick teenage boys, what goes in one ear comes out the other. It tore at her. Part of her wanted to just get him to leave her alone, but because of all that they went threw, she could not find the courage nor the strength to go threw with that.
She picked up the phone, dialed half of Tad's phone number when Heidi called for her.
“Cyri! Please come down. Dinner's ready!” Cyri breathed a sigh of relief, returned the phone, and then walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
For the majority of the time, they all ate in silence. The only sound was the lovely music that their forks and knives made on the plates. About fifteen minutes in, Mark put down his utensils and cleared his throat.
“Cyri,” He asked, breathing a heavy sigh. “what was the last thing you remember hearing about your parents.” Cyri, with some unintentional force, put down her fork.
“I thought I asked you both, nicely, never to bring up any of those sons of bitches up in a conversation when I am in hearing reach.”
“We know Cyri.” Heidi said. “But, we thought that you would want to know that both of them have just gotten out of prison.”
“I thought they were in for life.” Cyri voice started to have an edge to it.
“That is what we thought.” Heidi said. “That is the sad thing about this Government: the laws make no sense. Someone who kills someone gets a life sentencing for twenty five years while a robber gets life.”
“AND A RAPIST AND A DRUNK SHOULD GET DEATH!” and with yelling that, Cyri ran into her bedroom. The only thing that Mark and Heidi done was sigh. They would be hoping that by now, in her age, she would have at least been able to leave her past behind her.
They followed her up to her bedroom quietly and the only thing they heard was Cyri crying in a pillow.
“Told you we should not have mentioned it.” Mark said.
“I know dear.” Heidi went and walked down the stares. “But, she sooner or later was going to need to find out about all of this. Someone who has parents that are in prison do not go through their life not knowing the truth. I think we done the right thing in telling her now about all of this.”
“Are we ever going to tell her about who told us about their release?” Heidi gave Mark a look of disgust.
“Never. Even if she is not aware of it, we all know what she done to Donnie and it will tear her damaged soul even more if she realized who told us. Promise me darling that you will not say a word.” Mark put his hands around Heidi and leaned in to kiss her.
“Heidi, you know I love you and I will promise on that. But, for now on: No more telling her things about her former family. What next? We will be hearing about Dr. Dieter?”
“... I just do not get it.” She said to Job. “I mean, after all the hell that they caused me at the age that I was at, I thought that they would never see the light of day ever again.”
“What do you expect?” Job said over the phone. “look at our Government: we have sick pedophiles that run this country on the abuse of children being subjects to sexual torture and the crime system is beyond screwed up. It is only a matter of time before our society starts allowing someone to kill people based on who they are.”
“And do you want to know what is worse? They both expect me to just put the torture they endured onto me behind me and move on. How do you put a mother that neglected you and a father that raped you when you were young behind you? Or even for that matter a foster family that made you work in an illegal sweat shop for a few years? Now, I know that I am complaining about the only foster family that has ever loved me, but this is beyond idiotic.”
“Well, what will be your plan of action if you happen to have something of an encounter meant with them?”
“Simple: I will fucking kill them. They ruined my life more than what Ratliff done or for that matter what Donnie was going to do before I stopped him and no one should be able to live after something like that.” They both continued talking way into the night.
Update #1
Hey Vincent!
I do not know when you will be on next, so sense I want you updated nonstop about what is going on here, I figure that I will start something called 'Updates'. In a nutshell, they will be brief recaps of what happens with The Children Of Darkness and what wisdom I need from you. Now, I do hope that you can, at least, email me back when you can. Okay, enough of me jabbering on, let's start this letter.
It has been, towards me at least, lonely. Everyday, I grow more and more sad over you not being here. Strange about things like moving. They always make you realize how much you love someone. I mean, I loved you before you moved, but I just can not get you out of my mind. I do hope that you can sooner or later be able to come back.
Now, in concerns with The Children Of Darkness, there has been a few updates. You remember that guy that had went and ambushed us? Well, I ended up learning a few things about him. The first being is what his name is. His real name is Blaze Bachman. The second being is the reason why he even attacked us in the first place. To shorten this up, he apparently is part of an organization that was trying to put an end to any and all gangs that are living in Colorado. Now, he attacked us because he wanted to see if any of the rumors about us and our 'exploits' where even true. He would not say why he stopped when he saw your face (really weird). Now, his reason why he wanted to go and get rid of Angels & Demons is because of the fact that he and his two friend's were effected by the evil and corruption of Donnie and the hell they reined. He ended up talking to me, and asks if we could join their group.
Vincent, they have strong power and we could use that easily. I mean, they know all about us. Aware that you move, all of our pasts, it is kind of scary how he knows so much. But, with the power they have, we could get more information on what Angels & Demons would be up to because, believe me: More than likely they will attack us (mostly me) again and we will be needing protection at all costs.
Now, about the members, they are all tied with the thoughts. But for the most part, sense your departure, they have been pretty much good. They are all doing their jobs, and Tad is still getting on my last nerve. Just between us, he is starting to act like a dog that would not stop humping your leg. He does not seem to understand that, while you are away, you and I are still together. I am hoping he will soon learn, but knowing him, I doubt it.
So, how are things in Boise? To be honest, I hope things are going good up there. Have you made any friends and if so, what are they like?
Well, I have to go know. I hope things will be better for us.
Respond soon. I love you.
Cyri Cullen.
Cyri hit the send button and waited for the little message to appear that would tell her that her message was sent. She leaned back in he seat and had some heavy metal band blast threw her headphones as she tried to get her mind off of Vincent. Ever sense he left, she had been feeling more and more lonely. She thought that it was because this was the first guy that has never back stabbed her or maybe because he was not an entire asshole. She could not figure it at all out. While the music was playing, a few tears fell down from her face when a song about a total eclipse of the heart began to play.
What was worse was how Tad was acting. She understood that he cared about her and as such, wanted to be her guardian angel. What he does not realize is that there is a fine line that goes from caring to clinging, and Tad kept on crossing that line.
She has lectured him about it, but like most love sick teenage boys, what goes in one ear comes out the other. It tore at her. Part of her wanted to just get him to leave her alone, but because of all that they went threw, she could not find the courage nor the strength to go threw with that.
She picked up the phone, dialed half of Tad's phone number when Heidi called for her.
“Cyri! Please come down. Dinner's ready!” Cyri breathed a sigh of relief, returned the phone, and then walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
For the majority of the time, they all ate in silence. The only sound was the lovely music that their forks and knives made on the plates. About fifteen minutes in, Mark put down his utensils and cleared his throat.
“Cyri,” He asked, breathing a heavy sigh. “what was the last thing you remember hearing about your parents.” Cyri, with some unintentional force, put down her fork.
“I thought I asked you both, nicely, never to bring up any of those sons of bitches up in a conversation when I am in hearing reach.”
“We know Cyri.” Heidi said. “But, we thought that you would want to know that both of them have just gotten out of prison.”
“I thought they were in for life.” Cyri voice started to have an edge to it.
“That is what we thought.” Heidi said. “That is the sad thing about this Government: the laws make no sense. Someone who kills someone gets a life sentencing for twenty five years while a robber gets life.”
“AND A RAPIST AND A DRUNK SHOULD GET DEATH!” and with yelling that, Cyri ran into her bedroom. The only thing that Mark and Heidi done was sigh. They would be hoping that by now, in her age, she would have at least been able to leave her past behind her.
They followed her up to her bedroom quietly and the only thing they heard was Cyri crying in a pillow.
“Told you we should not have mentioned it.” Mark said.
“I know dear.” Heidi went and walked down the stares. “But, she sooner or later was going to need to find out about all of this. Someone who has parents that are in prison do not go through their life not knowing the truth. I think we done the right thing in telling her now about all of this.”
“Are we ever going to tell her about who told us about their release?” Heidi gave Mark a look of disgust.
“Never. Even if she is not aware of it, we all know what she done to Donnie and it will tear her damaged soul even more if she realized who told us. Promise me darling that you will not say a word.” Mark put his hands around Heidi and leaned in to kiss her.
“Heidi, you know I love you and I will promise on that. But, for now on: No more telling her things about her former family. What next? We will be hearing about Dr. Dieter?”
“... I just do not get it.” She said to Job. “I mean, after all the hell that they caused me at the age that I was at, I thought that they would never see the light of day ever again.”
“What do you expect?” Job said over the phone. “look at our Government: we have sick pedophiles that run this country on the abuse of children being subjects to sexual torture and the crime system is beyond screwed up. It is only a matter of time before our society starts allowing someone to kill people based on who they are.”
“And do you want to know what is worse? They both expect me to just put the torture they endured onto me behind me and move on. How do you put a mother that neglected you and a father that raped you when you were young behind you? Or even for that matter a foster family that made you work in an illegal sweat shop for a few years? Now, I know that I am complaining about the only foster family that has ever loved me, but this is beyond idiotic.”
“Well, what will be your plan of action if you happen to have something of an encounter meant with them?”
“Simple: I will fucking kill them. They ruined my life more than what Ratliff done or for that matter what Donnie was going to do before I stopped him and no one should be able to live after something like that.” They both continued talking way into the night.
The Trial Of Cyri. Chapter Two. REVISED.
Chapter Two.
The beauty of some friends is that if you find one that works with you, you always have someone that you can speak with no matter what. That was the kind of friendship that was with Dumas and Zat. Having years of knowing each other, they had a tendency to hang out a lot and discuses some recent events of what happened and their opinions. This afternoon, instead of being in Dumas’ family’s Deli, they decided just to walk around and talked.
The best way to describe what their town looked like was to think of any old metropolis that had given way to the advent of technology and all the original beauty was gone. Like some people, they wished that they could go and resurrect those days when buildings had a certain beauty to it. But, what can one do? Like all forms of art, it was all subjected to change. Traditional hand drawn animation gave to computers doing the work. Actually playing instruments gave way to a program on computers that does the work for you while enhancing your voice. Nothing anyone can do about it.
Dumas had on his mind the overall shock factor that Vincent even had a brother. He never thought possible. He was already aware that so many people (the members of the gang), but it was going to be on his mind for a long while.
“You know man, you really need a girlfriend or get laid sometime.” Zat said, looking ahead of them.
“And why do you say that?”
“Because I know what you are thinking and you need to stop thinking about that all of the damned time.”
“And, Sherlock, what will that be?”
“Blaze. Vincent. The past year. What is happening now.”
“But,” Dumas said, looking at his friend. “It still amazes me that all of this is happening all at once. I mean, take Cyri and Tad. They use to be the closes of friends. Then Cyri started dating Vincent and it broke Tad’s heart. You know that he originally hated Vincent ever sense the drama with Ratliff? Well, he hated him more. In fact, I remember talking to both of them and from what they say, it seems like they hate each other’s flaming guts.”
“All because of Vincent?”
“Not quite. Mostly it was due to Tad thinking that Cyri was a damned fool for being with Vincent due to Tad loving Cyri first.”
“Love: The one thing that destroys most friendships.” Zat said with a chuckle.
“And this is coming from the mouth of the guy who was just saying that I need to be in love.”
“Not be in love, just have some fun for a while.”
“Okay, yeah. Let us not change subjects yet. Later on.”
“Alrighty. But, on the entire thing,” Zat said, stopping next to a store and leaning on it’s brick wall. “I think it is all just their hormones going crazy. I mean, unless Tad became a man who hates women, I doubt with all of my well being that those two will hate each other and stop being friends. Unless they screw each other over royally. If that is the case, then they will be like that one guy in Warner Robins, Georgia that was destroyed by some kids that hated him. They sent him death threats, turned some of his friends against him, mentally ruined him. So, what did he do? Well, lets just say that the night he had his revenge was called: ‘Night of the Reaper’.”
“Shit dude. Okay, they will not hate each other, but what do you think they will do as of now?”
“Well,” Zat said, thinking. “They are going to keep their distance from one another for a while. If they try to talk at all, it will end in complete and utter disaster and that is not good no matter what.” They were both quiet for a few moments as they continued to walk, kicking rocks that were under their feet that were on the side walk.
“What were the girl’s reaction to the news?” Dumas asked, which Zat responded by releasing an annoyed sigh.
“For the most part, the girl’s reaction was the same as ours. They all were not expecting this at all and it just got to them a bit. But, Jadis did have one theory that she is predicting right now: Due to the hell that Cyri spawned on Donnie, life is going to get more shocking and unpredictable by the second.”
“And, how is she aware of this prediction?” Dumas asked looking at Zat.
“Simple: Jadis is a world class hacker that is why.” Zat said, taking out of his coat pocket a bottle of water and taking a sip.
The beauty of some friends is that if you find one that works with you, you always have someone that you can speak with no matter what. That was the kind of friendship that was with Dumas and Zat. Having years of knowing each other, they had a tendency to hang out a lot and discuses some recent events of what happened and their opinions. This afternoon, instead of being in Dumas’ family’s Deli, they decided just to walk around and talked.
The best way to describe what their town looked like was to think of any old metropolis that had given way to the advent of technology and all the original beauty was gone. Like some people, they wished that they could go and resurrect those days when buildings had a certain beauty to it. But, what can one do? Like all forms of art, it was all subjected to change. Traditional hand drawn animation gave to computers doing the work. Actually playing instruments gave way to a program on computers that does the work for you while enhancing your voice. Nothing anyone can do about it.
Dumas had on his mind the overall shock factor that Vincent even had a brother. He never thought possible. He was already aware that so many people (the members of the gang), but it was going to be on his mind for a long while.
“You know man, you really need a girlfriend or get laid sometime.” Zat said, looking ahead of them.
“And why do you say that?”
“Because I know what you are thinking and you need to stop thinking about that all of the damned time.”
“And, Sherlock, what will that be?”
“Blaze. Vincent. The past year. What is happening now.”
“But,” Dumas said, looking at his friend. “It still amazes me that all of this is happening all at once. I mean, take Cyri and Tad. They use to be the closes of friends. Then Cyri started dating Vincent and it broke Tad’s heart. You know that he originally hated Vincent ever sense the drama with Ratliff? Well, he hated him more. In fact, I remember talking to both of them and from what they say, it seems like they hate each other’s flaming guts.”
“All because of Vincent?”
“Not quite. Mostly it was due to Tad thinking that Cyri was a damned fool for being with Vincent due to Tad loving Cyri first.”
“Love: The one thing that destroys most friendships.” Zat said with a chuckle.
“And this is coming from the mouth of the guy who was just saying that I need to be in love.”
“Not be in love, just have some fun for a while.”
“Okay, yeah. Let us not change subjects yet. Later on.”
“Alrighty. But, on the entire thing,” Zat said, stopping next to a store and leaning on it’s brick wall. “I think it is all just their hormones going crazy. I mean, unless Tad became a man who hates women, I doubt with all of my well being that those two will hate each other and stop being friends. Unless they screw each other over royally. If that is the case, then they will be like that one guy in Warner Robins, Georgia that was destroyed by some kids that hated him. They sent him death threats, turned some of his friends against him, mentally ruined him. So, what did he do? Well, lets just say that the night he had his revenge was called: ‘Night of the Reaper’.”
“Shit dude. Okay, they will not hate each other, but what do you think they will do as of now?”
“Well,” Zat said, thinking. “They are going to keep their distance from one another for a while. If they try to talk at all, it will end in complete and utter disaster and that is not good no matter what.” They were both quiet for a few moments as they continued to walk, kicking rocks that were under their feet that were on the side walk.
“What were the girl’s reaction to the news?” Dumas asked, which Zat responded by releasing an annoyed sigh.
“For the most part, the girl’s reaction was the same as ours. They all were not expecting this at all and it just got to them a bit. But, Jadis did have one theory that she is predicting right now: Due to the hell that Cyri spawned on Donnie, life is going to get more shocking and unpredictable by the second.”
“And, how is she aware of this prediction?” Dumas asked looking at Zat.
“Simple: Jadis is a world class hacker that is why.” Zat said, taking out of his coat pocket a bottle of water and taking a sip.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The Trial Of Cyri. Chapter One. REVISED.
Chapter One.
In films, this would be a scene that the cameraman would scan from a dark hallway and show a light shining down onto a table that would reveal some people (in this case the members of The Children Of Darkness) sitting around with their heads together, either speaking or listening to something. In this case, I would have to go with the later.
They were listening with intention to the cell phone that sat directly in the middle of the table to every word that was uttered by Blaze. They heard Cyri ask him what was his motive for not completely beating the living hell out of Vincent, and they with her shared a moment of awkward silence when they were told.
Half-brother. Blaze, is Vincent’s half-brother.
The entire situation was beyond unexpected and Job leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands through his hair. Zat jaw just dropped when he heard. Dumas ended up coughing up his drink. Ronnie, who was tinkering with his prosthetic middle finger, dropped the heavy metal object onto the table with a loud noise that spooked everyone. The only on that did react, at all, was Tad. Looking at each other, they all went and looked at the cell phone to hear the rest of the conversation between Cyri and Blaze.
“Okay,” Cyri said, taken aback and tried to overreact at this entire situation. “Explain to me how in the fucking hell you could be Vincent’s half-brother? I mean, he told me that he never had any siblings at all and, WHAT?!” Blaze took a sip of his cappuccino, looked at Cyri with a smile, and rested his cup down.
“My dear, lovely lady,” Blaze said, crossing his legs and resting his hands onto his knees. “let me explain my past to you about how I came to be and through this tale of my life, you can understand my position in this story. Vincent’s father, may he rest forever in peace, one night when he was drunk made one of the most foolish decisions of his life and broke into the house of Vincent’s mother’s closes friend named Debbie. Debbie, her poor soul, did not know at all why he was there but also made the foolish choice of letting him into her house. Sense I do not like thinking about the events, I will safely put it that he violated her and took her innocence away. All of these events that you know happened about a good six months, six days, and six hours after the birth of his son, the well known Vincent. Debbie did not go to the police to report this hatred of a drunken man to the police, but instead talked to Veronica about this and made the choice that she (being Debbie) would move away from Veronica so Vincent would never know that I exist in this world.”
“Would Vincent by chance knew about you being his Step Brother?” Cyri asked.
“That is what saddens me. I have meet his mother. She said that, while she was sad about what had happened, she asked that I would never reveal myself to him as being his Step Brother. As you should know, he already hated his father. I doubt he wants any more hatred in his heart. To much hatred kills a man. That I should know.” Blaze gulped down the rest of his cappuccino. “You see, my hatred for what Donnie has done to me and my family has been eating me away for years. It has driven me mad. So, in terms of hatred, I know the effect it has on people.”
“So, me telling him about you is already out of the question.” Cyri said sarcastically.
“Absolutely not a sound.” Blaze said, his voice instantly grew darker. McCartney and Stalin turned in unison towards their leader. “If he finds out, then you would have just made another enemy. And one little fact that you should be aware of: having someone like me is never a good idea to have as an enemy. We know every little thing about you. Your past, present, and your possible future. We know every step not only you, but all of your friends also will and have take. You tell Vincent GesuDio anything about this, and you would have just signed your very own death wish. Do you understand?”
“Blaze, he will never know.” Cyri responded.
“Good. Good. Good.” Blaze released a sigh. “I think that you and I will be good friends and who knows, in the future, you may need my help.”
“That I doubt.” Cyri said, leaning back in her seat.
“You think so? Most people that say that end up needing me sooner or later. So, I would not be saying that as of now. But, seeing as how you are the new leader of The Children Of Darkness and you still respond to Vincent, I have a request for you: Tell him everything that you have heard here today. I want him to know all about us and in great detail. I want him to know what I know. I want him to know, I want him to know. And I want him to have his gang and ours to be combined in order to form one in unison to destroy Angels & Demons. Forever.” Throwing his napkin onto the table, standing up, he grabbed Cyri's hand and kissed the top of it. “Until we meet again, I bid you farewell.” His two friends stood up and followed their leader to the counter to pay for their food and drinks, and then they left. Cyri just sat there. Shock.
“Jesus Christ,” He said, leaning back. “May I ask who the fuck knew that Blaze was Vincent's half-brother?”
“How were any of us suppose to know something like that?” Ronnie asked, putting on his prosthetic, then just taking it off and throwing it on the table, it making a sound that filled the entire room.
“Do any of you guys think that Vincent will ever know?” Zat asked, taking a sip of some beverage that he had beside him.
“Doubt it.” replied Job. “I believe that if he did find something like this out, then all Hell will break loose more than when those kids attacked that school in Littleton some years ago. This is not an easy matter and it is something that I am starting not to, at all, care for.”
“I have to agree with Job.” Dumas said. “I mean, me and Zat where there during the attack. What we saw threw the slashes of silver shine that the knives that his friends -”
“McCartney and Stalin.” Zat interrupted.
“- had, trying to slash us, he had genuine expression of unbeknownst in response to Blaze. He would have known who he was and try to talk him down. But he did not.” Dumas took another sip of his drink.
“Later on tonight, I am going to contact Cyri and talk with her about all of this. I am not going to be surprised if she is beyond disturbed by this and has no idea what to think.” They are started mumbling together. Only one person never spoke. That was Tad.
In films, this would be a scene that the cameraman would scan from a dark hallway and show a light shining down onto a table that would reveal some people (in this case the members of The Children Of Darkness) sitting around with their heads together, either speaking or listening to something. In this case, I would have to go with the later.
They were listening with intention to the cell phone that sat directly in the middle of the table to every word that was uttered by Blaze. They heard Cyri ask him what was his motive for not completely beating the living hell out of Vincent, and they with her shared a moment of awkward silence when they were told.
Half-brother. Blaze, is Vincent’s half-brother.
The entire situation was beyond unexpected and Job leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands through his hair. Zat jaw just dropped when he heard. Dumas ended up coughing up his drink. Ronnie, who was tinkering with his prosthetic middle finger, dropped the heavy metal object onto the table with a loud noise that spooked everyone. The only on that did react, at all, was Tad. Looking at each other, they all went and looked at the cell phone to hear the rest of the conversation between Cyri and Blaze.
“Okay,” Cyri said, taken aback and tried to overreact at this entire situation. “Explain to me how in the fucking hell you could be Vincent’s half-brother? I mean, he told me that he never had any siblings at all and, WHAT?!” Blaze took a sip of his cappuccino, looked at Cyri with a smile, and rested his cup down.
“My dear, lovely lady,” Blaze said, crossing his legs and resting his hands onto his knees. “let me explain my past to you about how I came to be and through this tale of my life, you can understand my position in this story. Vincent’s father, may he rest forever in peace, one night when he was drunk made one of the most foolish decisions of his life and broke into the house of Vincent’s mother’s closes friend named Debbie. Debbie, her poor soul, did not know at all why he was there but also made the foolish choice of letting him into her house. Sense I do not like thinking about the events, I will safely put it that he violated her and took her innocence away. All of these events that you know happened about a good six months, six days, and six hours after the birth of his son, the well known Vincent. Debbie did not go to the police to report this hatred of a drunken man to the police, but instead talked to Veronica about this and made the choice that she (being Debbie) would move away from Veronica so Vincent would never know that I exist in this world.”
“Would Vincent by chance knew about you being his Step Brother?” Cyri asked.
“That is what saddens me. I have meet his mother. She said that, while she was sad about what had happened, she asked that I would never reveal myself to him as being his Step Brother. As you should know, he already hated his father. I doubt he wants any more hatred in his heart. To much hatred kills a man. That I should know.” Blaze gulped down the rest of his cappuccino. “You see, my hatred for what Donnie has done to me and my family has been eating me away for years. It has driven me mad. So, in terms of hatred, I know the effect it has on people.”
“So, me telling him about you is already out of the question.” Cyri said sarcastically.
“Absolutely not a sound.” Blaze said, his voice instantly grew darker. McCartney and Stalin turned in unison towards their leader. “If he finds out, then you would have just made another enemy. And one little fact that you should be aware of: having someone like me is never a good idea to have as an enemy. We know every little thing about you. Your past, present, and your possible future. We know every step not only you, but all of your friends also will and have take. You tell Vincent GesuDio anything about this, and you would have just signed your very own death wish. Do you understand?”
“Blaze, he will never know.” Cyri responded.
“Good. Good. Good.” Blaze released a sigh. “I think that you and I will be good friends and who knows, in the future, you may need my help.”
“That I doubt.” Cyri said, leaning back in her seat.
“You think so? Most people that say that end up needing me sooner or later. So, I would not be saying that as of now. But, seeing as how you are the new leader of The Children Of Darkness and you still respond to Vincent, I have a request for you: Tell him everything that you have heard here today. I want him to know all about us and in great detail. I want him to know what I know. I want him to know, I want him to know. And I want him to have his gang and ours to be combined in order to form one in unison to destroy Angels & Demons. Forever.” Throwing his napkin onto the table, standing up, he grabbed Cyri's hand and kissed the top of it. “Until we meet again, I bid you farewell.” His two friends stood up and followed their leader to the counter to pay for their food and drinks, and then they left. Cyri just sat there. Shock.
“Jesus Christ,” He said, leaning back. “May I ask who the fuck knew that Blaze was Vincent's half-brother?”
“How were any of us suppose to know something like that?” Ronnie asked, putting on his prosthetic, then just taking it off and throwing it on the table, it making a sound that filled the entire room.
“Do any of you guys think that Vincent will ever know?” Zat asked, taking a sip of some beverage that he had beside him.
“Doubt it.” replied Job. “I believe that if he did find something like this out, then all Hell will break loose more than when those kids attacked that school in Littleton some years ago. This is not an easy matter and it is something that I am starting not to, at all, care for.”
“I have to agree with Job.” Dumas said. “I mean, me and Zat where there during the attack. What we saw threw the slashes of silver shine that the knives that his friends -”
“McCartney and Stalin.” Zat interrupted.
“- had, trying to slash us, he had genuine expression of unbeknownst in response to Blaze. He would have known who he was and try to talk him down. But he did not.” Dumas took another sip of his drink.
“Later on tonight, I am going to contact Cyri and talk with her about all of this. I am not going to be surprised if she is beyond disturbed by this and has no idea what to think.” They are started mumbling together. Only one person never spoke. That was Tad.
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