Like most organizations I suppose, meetings have a tendency to get boring after a while. When you look at it, all you do is sit around, you know who is their, and just hear the same old yapping coming out of everyone’s mouth while trying to do something to make it all seem fun and better.
Cyri put down her coffee mug, looked up and stared at all of the members of both The Children of Darkness and The Children of Nobodies. She was thinking about the meeting that she was going to have to conduct today and regardless of the fact that she has led so many already, she still felt nervous. It was times like this that she wished that Vincent would be there. She was not a leader and she knew it. This was one of the few and only reasons why she regretted dating Vincent. The other was due to the pain her heart felt with him gone and something else. But more on that later.
She looked at them all. They were all either talking to one another or reading their handouts about the meeting and what was suppose to happen. She was wondering how her original friends were taking all of this and, for the most part, they seemed to be doing so well enough. What worried her was Blaze and his two friends. Just their presence was enough to cause something of a disturbance in the area.
One thing that has come to accept was that Blaze had a thing for looking weird whenever he was seen. Today, for example, he ended up dying his hair raven black with a few streaks of gray here and there for effect. Around his eyes, he had this electric blue eyeliner that was only matched by his red contact lenses that, for some reason, creped Cyri out. She never knew why he was so theatrical, nor did she care. As long as he did not do anything stupid.
Sighing, she put her coffee mug on a near by table, took a sip of water, and cleared her throat. All of the members stopped what they were doing and looked at her. Today’s meeting (like all other forthcoming meetings) were taking place at the coffee shop that Job worked in. Due to him having a key to the shop and being able to enter before and after hours, it made a good place to sit down and talk about meetings. It pays when your drunken, idiotic father went from dating cheerleaders to dating women who own coffee shops. For extra protection, all security cameras were deactivated.
“All right everyone,” her voice filled the void air. “As you have read, the first part of this meeting is to have me update you all on how Vincent, how overall leader, has been up to. But before I do, there are a few facts that I must touch base on. The first is about me reveling things about Vincent. For the most part, I will up date you guys once a month based on what he has told me. I will not, how ever, tell you any of the personal messages he has told me, due to them being for me to know. The second has to be with the security of our computers. Due to Blaze, Jadis, and Job being able to hack into our computers when ever they like, I never want to find out that you have been doing anything at all. But, at the same time, I do not want you three to (Blaze, Jadis, and Job) to go and try to bastardize anyone. Only when I deem it necessary do we check people’s computers. Agree?” the three of them shook their heads yes, while Maxine stood up.
“But what about private policy? What about us keeping some things to ourselves? You can not just go in, look threw our shit, just to see. What about you four? What stops you guys from going and looking at crap while we have to be spot checked?” A good majority of the members there all shook their heads yes in agreement. They all felt that it would be completely and totally unfair to go forth and steal of them of their right as humans of privacy.
“I am glad that you brought that up. One member (one of the hackers) will do routine checks on my computer without anyone knowing. Not even me. I have had this person agree that if I was to, heaven forbid, do something that would go against all that Vincent has worked for to report me to him and be banished from helping this group in anyway and the next person that will be in charge will take over.” Cyri said.
“And who will that be?” said Job.
“As far as now, we do not know. Vincent will make a list while he is up in Idaho. But enough about this for now. Let’s get this entire meeting underway.
“for the most part, Vincent has been doing okay. His mother, Veronica, has got him settled in nicely and they are trying to lead a normal and comfortable life. He still does not know about Blaze being his stepbrother and seems to be oblivious to that. Now, he has said that due to what he knows about Blaze, something in him has told him that it would be wise to have him formally join our group, something that is already done and taking care of. As far as Vincent is concerned, he feels that Blaze’s knowledge and hacking skills will be a complete plus to use in our fight against Donnie and The Children Of Ghetto. Along with the fighting styles of Stalin and McCarty. The next thing that Vincent is planning on doing is this: he wants to create organizations around all of America to help in this complete struggle against this corrupt government. He has meet some people, but he does not know if he should or not. We will vote later on about if we think it will be wise or not so, until then, you can keep your stupid comments in your pocket.” Some of the people their laughed at the reference to that movie the quote ‘keep your stupid comments in your pocket was from’.
While coming down, Cyri took another sip of water. “Okay, so you all know what Vincent has been up to. Now lets go to the next topic: what Donnie has been up to. Blaze, what do you know as of now in relation to him?” Blaze looked up, his eyes piercing everyone who looked at him.
“For the most part he has been kept quiet about his plans. I do not know what it is, but something has been up with him.”
“Like what?” Cyri asked.
“Well, for example, he keeps talking about a ‘them’ other than mentioning us. Actually, all he says about us is the name he has so humbly given out group which is ‘That Fucking Bitch And Her Cunt Licking Friends’. I know, it is very charming and delightful. But, with this ‘them’, it seems like they are planning something. All I know is that it might be mentioning us and if that is the case, then we need to be on our toes at all times.”
“Well Blaze,” Cyri asked leaning back crossing her legs with a hiss of pain. One thing she hated: growing. Mostly due to it taking place in her legs. “What is your thoughts on what it could be up to?”
“The best I can think up of is that it would have to deal with your parents being released from prison. I mean, think about it like this: they might want revenge against you and so does Donnie after your little tribute to a certain gothic computer hacker.” Blaze said, taking a sip of coffee out of a thirty six ounce cup.
“Okay,” Tad said to everyone’s shock. “I need to know: why do you drink coffee out of that cup?” Blaze looked and Tad and smiled.
“Why, o my brother, I drink about ten of these a day. Yeah, I drink about thirty six hundred cups of coffee a day. Why I am not dead yet, I do not know. But, as long as I am okay and not crazy or insane, I see no problem.”
“Okay, enough talk of coffee boys.” Cyri said. “Okay, we have an idea that they might be coming after me, being both my parents and Donnie, but what I want to know is what will be our plan of action to deal with. What else do you know and how did you come to this conclusion Blaze?” Blaze sighed.
“One of the beauties of studying the art of hacking is that you learn to hack into any computers. As some of you might know, there is a rather terrible lawyer who was released from prison some time ago by the name of Joshua Ethan. I started tracking this guy when I learned that he was partly responsible for my sister’s death. A few days ago, I was looking into his computer to see what he was up to. One thing I had noticed is that he had built this camera into his computer that records everything that goes on in his office. The one thing that I noticed was when two people, Oren and Aaron. When I was doing some background research on Cyri, those two names came up in her report on her abusive childhood. I thought it was all a coincidence until Ethan started talking about you.” Everyone stared at Blaze, McCartney, and Stalin.
“What did they talk about?” Cyri asked, a little disturbed.
“In a nutshell, they discussed how Donnie and Ratliff were related and all that bullshit. But right before Cyri’s parents left, Ethan told them that sooner or later they were all going to meet up to discuss their plans on what to do with Cyri. As to what those plans are, I can not fathom. I apologize.” Everyone was quiet for a few moments until Jadis started speaking.
“Okay, you three scare me with your hacking skills. Just saying.” All Blaze done was laugh weakly under his breath.
“Well, thank you for sharing that information with me you three. Now we know that not only did we slaughter Donnie’s cousin but we also tortured the son of a bitch plus my parents are working with them to bring us done and do God knows what to me because we decided to put an end to some sick bastards that want to exploit children any way they can. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with this world?” Cyri cursed under her breath and she leaned in her seat.
“Alrighty,” She said sitting back up. “I believe only one last thing needs to be said about this meeting before we close it all up and that would be the final verdict on Blaze and his group in regards if they will be with us. I think I can speak for us all when I say that the choice will be unanimous with yes on that choice. Speak now or forever hold your peace.” No one said anything. “Then it is official: Nobodies, welcome to the darkness!”
The ice midmorning hair ran threw Cyri’s hair as she walked home. One thing as of recent: few people drive in the streets. Something about gas being to expensive. For Cyri, she could care less. Walking actually helped her clear her mind. The only thing that she was now wondering would be what the fate of the group and what Donnie would be planning on doing next. It, at times drove her insane. Needing to relief her mind, she put in her music player and listened to the score of The Vampire Chronicles: Interview With The Vampire.
As the haunting sounds of the Latin choir started playing, she looked and saw Tad walking to his home. Even though he now lived away from her (his mother finally found a serious boyfriend. For once.) she was wanting to look for some time to talk to him. She was still aggravated due to his hatred for her boyfriend, but she still acknowledged the fact that he was, at one time, her first friend and someone she cared for deeply. She only wished that he would understand that. Taking a sigh, she walked towards him.
“Tad!” she called, removing one of the ear buds from her ear. Tad looked at her and stopped in his tracks. Cyri ran to him.
“Welly, welly, well.” He said once she was near him. “To whom do I owe this extreme pleasure of?”
“I was thinking and decided that it would be best if I talk to someone after today’s meeting. Because of chance I found you here and figure why not talk to you. Besides, it has been months sense we lasted talked and I want to know where you live.” Once she stopped talking, they began to walk together. They were quiet at the start.
“So, during the past few months, what have you been up to?” She looked up at him.
“Well, in a nut shell I still dislike Vincent due to this group he had formed and what he has done with his creation, my mom finally found a serious boyfriend. Some intern at a court or something like that and due to them being serious, she decided to move in with him. He is nice enough, but I do not give a fuck. What about you?” He looked down on her.
“You basically know everything: dealing with Vincent not being here, running this gang, etc. You are aware that you can leave the group if you ask, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why do you incest of staying in the group?”
“Because you are in it.” Cyri stopped and grabbed his arm.
“Look, Tad.” She said. “I am aware that you love me more then as a friend and I respect that. Fuck, I am thankful I have such a loyal friend as you to still be here even though I have acted like a bitch and ignored you all of these past few months. But you need to understand that my heart is with Vincent. Not you. Yes, I will admit that you are cute and you are close to my heart, but as close as you are is as far as you will be. I am sorry but that is just that.” Tad looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.
“Just because I am aware of that fact does not mean, in the slightest, that I agree with it.” He started walking again. Cyri followed.
“And hating Vincent due to him and I still dating will not help matters in the slightest.”
“I am aware of that Cyri. But I still do not like him and that is that. End of discussion.” They were quiet for some time. “Okay, you see that house right there? Number 6261? Yeah, that is where I live. Look, I will see you later. I need to go. Bye.” Before Tad left, Cyri went and hugged him. When she let go, she said her farewell to him and left. If there was one thing that Cyri feared that day, it would have to be loosing him.
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