Film Review Collection: SAW

SAW (2 1/2 out of 4)
With horror, as of now, there is next to nothing original to do other then make the films more grotesque, more diabolical, and just plain sickening. Horror as transformed into the genre known as Torture Porn which are nothing but films that have next to no plot and consist of a simple formula that involves brutally killing and slaughtering people. Now, one of the things about this film that makes it stand out is that, while it is grade 'A' Torture Porn, it is different in that it is original in terms of the plot and killer. The plot, you may ask? A man wants to teach people to value the life that they have and to stop trashing and making waste of that life. Now, we all know that to do this, this man named Jigsaw puts his victims through these terrible tasks that involves hacking off limbs, spewing gallons of blood, and a lot of screaming and fast cut camera tricks in rooms that are tinted either blue or green. Now, I arrived into this film rather early when it first came out. Originally I saw the film after seeing the trailer for the second film and being curious. When I first saw SAW, I will admit that while the gore did not effect me, the pacing did. This film takes next to forever to tell it's story, and I will admit that it did get a little tedious at first. But, going back and re-watching the film, I now know that it is not really the pacing that is the problem. It is how the film was written and directed that is the problem. But, looking back on it, I do see that this film was on to something that was beyond special and original and could have been a landmark film. But, like most films, it only got worse with the sequels that had followed. Now, for the details. First off, the directing by James Wan. While this film was based off of a short film that he made (which is a MUCH better film), Wan does not really do that much of a great job. I mean, yeah he does try to make this into something of an art house film with the styles he uses and how it is all styled, but adding in the traps and the gore, it just does not mix all that well. He had potential, but it did not do much of anything. Acting, a tad bit better then one expects, but that is not saying much. Being made up of mostly unknowns (with the exception of The Princess Bride actor Cary Elwes), they are decent with them trying to make sense of the situation that they have been given. But, I would of liked to see more sides to the characters and more development. But, for some of the characters, the sequels give aid to that. So, I will cut some slack on that. But not much. For the script, this seemed like to me that it was written with only one draft and that was that. This script should have been rewritten, but add some development to the characters, fleshed them out, and give them better dialogue. Now, the best part of this entire film the score to the film. Written and composed by Charles Clouser, he does a fantastic job with the score, but the best piece is the one called 'Hello Zepp'. Only thing I have to say is that that piece is beyond fantastic and worth a listening to. Overall, this film could have been better, but it is not all that much. Watch only if you want to see what a Torture Porn film is like.

SAW II (3 1/2 out of 4)

One thing I probably have said about sequels is that if you are going to have a sequel, it does actually pay, believe it or not, to go and build on the previous film. Now, unlike most horror films, this one film actually does that with the story given to us in the first SAW. Not only that, but we also get the first long running director of the series Darren Lynn Bousman (who would later go on to direct the great Repo! The Genetic Opera). Now, before I get to the direction, acting, score, and script, there are two things I want to talk about: The traps in the film (how gruesome they are) and my first opinion based on my viewing experience. Okay, for the traps, I will admit that it was creative to have a bunch of mini traps inside one giant trap. It does show that the creators are thinking outside of their box for the film. Now, my entire opinion based on the film by watching it. removing some problems that are with the film, I will say that out of the entire film series, this is the best of all. Mostly due to how the film feels (raw but tamed), how the characters start to be understood, and we start understanding more of the psychotic mind and purpose of Jigsaw. Okay, enough of me analyzing this film, lets move down to the direction. This being the first main film by Darren Lynn Bousman, he does show some talent in directing a film that is Torture Porn and he does this with some loveliness. Now, while the film is mainly disgusting and not for the faint of heart, he does keep some things tamed while unleashing even more chaos and back-story. For acting, there is only one name that needs to be said about the acting and that is Tobin Bell. This is the film in the entire series (next to part V) that he just shines in his role. He was born for this role, he plays it with perfection, and is just the best actor in this entire film. If you must see this film and can not handle the gore, then this is the film I suggest you watch due to his performance. Now, it is not at all Oscar worthy, but it is not Razzie worthy either. But, it is good. Now, the score to this film feels like the exact same as the previous film, but at least they are keeping the now famous theme track that I do enjoy. Finally the script. I am going to give Leigh Whannell credit for advancing this dark, bleak world that he has created and for the fleshing out of some characters that are going to be main characters in the story. My only problem is that, while there is some back story and the way the traps were written are nicely done, this film should of had it's own plot and this film should have been around it. The entire trap business, while good, could have been greatly expanded upon. But, sadly, it was not. Overall, this is the best of the series, but if you did not like the first film, then do not bother watching this one. Why? Because I doubt that this film would win any new fans.

SAW III (3 out of 4)
One problem I have always had with the SAW series is that this franchise should of just been a trilogy. Nothing more. This film, for numerous reasons, felt like the ending that the series should of had. Nothing more. Now, is this film as good as part II? No. Not at all. But, in some respects it is better then part I. Mostly due to the final details that were needed for understanding Jigsaw. With Darren Lynn Bousman returning as director, he does treat this film a little bit more recklessly then he did the previous film, but still is able to get the main story across. Now, my reaction to this film was that this is the true ending. Nothing more. The traps, while grisly and a little bit disturbing (not like hacking off feet, poking out your eyes, and being burnt alive is not disturbing), do get a little ridiculous as they go about and at times can be painful. But, still watchable if you can handle the previous two films. Now, for the directing. As I have said, Bousman does become a little bit sloppy with this film and did do some rather idiotic choice that just did not work with this film. Personally, somethings like a certain mysterious box that is never explained should have been removed. For me, it seemed like he was trying to copy Tarantino a little bit too much and that is just not cool. Well, I can say this at least (and a little heads up on the next film): he did do a better job with the budget then he did the next film. Acting, while Tobin Bell still proves that he is the best actor in the film series, I am going to have to give props to Shawnee Smith who plays Amanda Young. Now, this character is my second favorite out of the entire series due to one thing: this character understands her crimes before Jigsaw meet her and understands that she must pay for her sins by protecting and helping Jigsaw. But, why I am recognizing Ms. Smith is due to the fact that she makes Amanda as being this rather psychotic follower that is more terrifying then the traps and the film it self. For the script, as I have said before, seemed like that this was meant to be the end of it all. But, sadly, they had to continue on with more films. The script has some great closer to the characters of Amanda and Jigsaw, but fail on this film having a personal plot that is not a complete rehash on the previous films. This one had some potential, but does not live up to it. The score, nothing new here. Still the same old thing as the previous films. Overall, if you ever want to watch the SAW series, just watch I - III. That is the main trilogy and as a trilogy it works wells. Now, this being it's own film, it is not all that wonderful.

SAW IV (1 out of 4)

Okay, let me just ask this: What the hell happened?!?!?! Seriously, this film should of never been made. Okay, let me breath for a few seconds before I continue. Alrighty. The first three films told a complete story. Simple as that. But, may I ask who decided to make a film that is not only a continuation of the third film but is actually worse? It is times like this that I wish that film companies would of just held back on making films just for money. But, at the same time, two things are taken into account with why this film turned out as bad as it did. For starters, none of the original writers of this film worked on the writing. Why? Because they were off making the mediocre and better horror film Dead Silence. Now, this film is cheap looking at the budget was not used well with this film. Now, the reason for the budget not being that good is simple: While this film was being made, another movie was borrowing the budget so it could be made. The film that was being made was Repo! The Genetic Opera (a BEYOND better film that is extremely original). So, due to a lack of budget and the original creators not even working on this film, I think it can be safe to say that this is the bastard child of the franchise. Now, lets' start with the details of this film. With direction, Bousman gives one of his worst jobs with this film and that is sad seeing as how this is the last film in the series he would be working on. My main problem is that he worried too much about the gore factor and tried to create more of a plot with the film then what there already was. Well, the end result was not, at all, pretty. Just, there was so much non-needed parts with this film that this would of been better if edited. Now for the acting. One thing that would start happening with the series that caused the main downfall would be the idea of having one person that be the victim and him or her being the ones that will have to do the killing to save themselves. Now, while this might have worked, this film was the draft for how that would of been and it is just awful. Now acting. For the most part, the acting was not at all good. I mean, yeah I know that now the series was just going for the gore factor, but this is now ridiculous and even improbable. What made me like the previous films was that those traps could actually happen in real life. In real life, you could do something like hack off your foot, be in a torture house, and could have an entire necklace with guns attached to your head. Those can happen and they added a touch of reality to the entire series. now, with this film, it is all implausible to even happen. Very disappointing. The script, same as I said: nothing at all new. Just pointless dialogue and subplots that amount to nothing but just filler. Same with the score. Overall, this film I pity due to how bad it is and how it was made. The producers and Bouseman should of looked at the film, realize that they would be spewing their names in dirt with it, and just discarded it.

SAW V (1 1/2 out of 4)

After the abomination that was SAW IV, this film does redeem the previous film a bit. Getting a new director, this film does what, in my opinion, part IV should have done: build on the entire legacy of Jigsaw by showing us how his Disciples carry out the work that Jigsaw created while, at the same time, giving us some more background as to who the first victim is, what caused him to finally snap, and above all else, help us understand the logic behind him and his mad world. Now, the crew for this film is filled with what the other films had: a bunch of unknown actors (aside from Tobin Bell), a rather bad script (that is better then the previous film's), and a bit more of a budget. Now, my reaction to this film was something like a breath of fresh air after the previous abomination. Just, seeing the film and knowing that its would be moving on and not detailing another side of part III, this film gave me some relief. Even more with rather fast pacing and the entire subplot of Jigsaw. Now, lets get down to the details. For directing, we have David Hackl at the helm. He does okay in this film with direction and for keeping with the new way the film series has taken. And, what you may ask is the new way? Why, that is simple: forget the plot and just show us blood, guts, and gore while giving us back story on Jigsaw. Now, while I love hearing more of a story then a plot, I have to take into consideration that now the films do not have that at all. Beyond pitiful in my opinion. There should of been more. But, this is just the way it has taken. Now, for the traps, they are a tad bit more gruesome, but more original. This film has something of the same feel of part II in terms of the traps with having a group of people that must work together to get out. Now, I would rate this film higher is some of the parts to this trap were more realistic, but now there is nothing realistic in the series. With acting, while most of it sucks, the only half decent actor that would be in the next three films would be Costas Madylor. Now, he is not a good actor at all. Defiantly not. But, seeing as how the next few films surround him, I might as well talk about him and his character. For the most part, his character is just a brutal version of Amanda from the first three. With him taking over the legacy of Jigsaw, he does the one thing that he should of never done: bastardize it completely. But, I will get more to him some other time. Now, the script I kind of like due to the fact that, while as I said we get more information on Jigsaw, he start to see what happens when his followers decide to take the legacy into their own hands. So, for trying to reestablish a story into this saga of gruesome and torture, I will give them some credit. But, that credit is next to worthlessness. For the score, it is the same as the previous films. So, nothing really to talk about there. Overall, this film is better then part four, but no where near as good as the original trilogy.

SAW VI (2 out of 4)

Now, this is what I am talking about! Okay, let me back up a bit. After SAW V, I started to have some hope that the film series might actually turn around. A little hopeful I was when thinking about that and after the previous films, you start to feel like the writers have finally understand what works and what doesn't. With SAW VI, they return to a method that works that includes some more expansion with the universe that there is. Plus, some of the acting is a little bit better, the directing is better, and the traps are not entirely as gruesome and pathetic, but there is at least one that even I found myself applauding at. Now, my main reaction to this film was hope. That feeling I had was due to how good this film is in terms of the series. Now, let's get down to the details. As I have said, Kevin Greutert gives the series some light in that he makes the film feel like it belongs by expanding the idea of Hoffman, gives us our new Antihero, and actually moves the film along. Now, the entire main trap plot I could of done without due to me not even caring about who is involved and what they do. Trust me: you would only want to see those parts if you like seeing the gore aspects. But, for the story, you will be cheering on the struggle between the characters of Hoffman and Jill as they both try to take over the legacy. They each have their own reasons and, while the aftermath might be the same, the way and reasons are what separates and it all comes down to who will do what is right: follow how it was suppose to go or do the complete opposite. Now for acting, I want to talk about Betsy Russell who portrays as Jigsaw's only true heir to the legacy and exwife.  Her role in the film proves to me that she has true love for her husband's work and she wants to remain loyal to him. While Ms. Russell is not a good actress, she is not a terrible one at all. She does add a little bit of, I think the right word would be honor, yeah, she adds a bit of honor to the series by trying to keep those who are killed the same reason as her husband plus try to get rid of some people that might ruin the entire legacy even more. On the scale of Oscar acting or Razzie acting, she is in the middle, but more on with the Razzie end of the spectrum. The script, as I said, is better written then the previous one by adding more thrills then horror to the story. Plus, the entire idea of Hoffman against Jill, while it will be decided in the final film, does have something of an excitement if you allow yourself to be plunge into this world. And I like how paranoid Hoffman gets in the film. The score, why do I bother anymore with the score? It is basically the same one used over and over for all of the films with no one going around to try to make it different. Well, you can guess what I think of it just based on what I had written. Overall, this is a better entry in the series in terms to SAW IV - V, but this film is not as good as the original trilogy, but it is close.

SAW VII/ 3D (1/2 out of 4)

Well, here we are my friends. The final film of the entire SAW series. The one that ends it all. Every question you had ever had about the series is answered with then trillion created. The traps are gruesome, but the plot is worse. Overall: This film (censored) BLOWS!!!! I mean, what had happened? Was it the 3D? Was it due to how the story was heading? Or was it the truth? The truth is that Marcus Dunstan and Patrick Melton just did not care anymore. Yeah, that is it. The people decided that it would best if they just throw in a bunch of traps that looked cool, would pop out in 3D, and then that would make a movie. I am disappointed. When I saw this film, I knew that I was not to expect a great script, great characters, but what I was expecting was some effort. I mean, we SAW fans have given up years of our lives to loving and watching these films on Halloween due to us wanting to experience the eighties when we had Slasher films released early around the same time that it became a complete tradition to go to a movie theater and to see the latest chapter. Now, with those, the final film, for the most part, paid off and we were all satisfied. This film, we do not get that. Instead, we get about ten trillion more questions, the most insulting plot twist that fans have guessed at from the start of the series, and one of the worst written films I have ever seen. So you know how bad this is, I am willing to put this with Troll II and Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen on my list of bad films. So, as you can imagine, I was hurt when I saw this movie. Now, let's get to the details. With direction, the only parts that were well filmed were the torture scenes. While some of them were creative, that is not, at all, where the direction should have been focused at. What it should have been focused on was clearing up all of the unanswered questions that fans now and still have. Disappointed. Acting, I think is even worst then I imagined. And this having a decent budget and ending this generation's horror series, I would of thought that they would of taken it seriously. But what we got was them only acting like they were trying to act and they only done that just because they did not care and they just wanted to get their paychecks. For the script, I am actually curious as to how they mapped out everything. For starters, why create more questions? Why give Tobin Bell next to no screen time? And why give it a cliffhanger of an ending? I just do not get it. If they decide to make an eighth one, then I am sorry, but I will refuse to watch it. The score, forget it. I am not even going to try with that. Overall, this is one of the worst endings to a franchise and is not even worth the watch. If you must ever see the SAW films, just stick to the original.

The Trial Of Cyri. Chapter Fourteen. REVISED

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Cyri looked at herself in the mirror in her motel room and nodded in approval. She knew, that to the outside world, that should would be looking like someone who was a die-hard fan of Stieg Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy, but in her mind, this was the only outfit and clothes she could find. And on her budget, she had to make due.
While cleaning up the motel room, she started thinking of how she is going to go about on her business. On one hand, she was thinking of just bashing into the office of Donnie and his colleagues, strangle them all with the guitar string she had, and then burn their bodies. Okay idea, but she realized that there was one problem: Where do they hide out? Due to the nature of them, she doubted that she could find them in any public service buildings. That plan is a failure.
The second idea was that she was to go and contact her friends, letting them know that she is okay and figure out what to do. While she knew that, mentally, she would regret this later, she could not bare to bring herself to do that. She wants revenge. Simple as that. If she went about and had her friends thrown in, she would only have to shudder at the horror that, she feared, would befall upon them.
After gathering her belongings, she took one last look at her room and then walked out of the door. The entire time, she was not trying to think of any of the unpleasant events that might happen on her path for revenge. While she was walking to an elevator, she remember a quote she once read from an action/ adventure film that dealt with a woman getting revenge against her former boss. The quote was ‘Revenge is a dish best served cold’. One thing she wondered: would that, at all, apply to me?
Once she was at the floor level of the motel, she put a sticky note on her crad key and, when no one was looking, placed it on the counter where the clerk should be at. Due to the time being around four at night and the old man was asleep, she quietly placed the card key there, and walked down the hall towards the back exist.
While she was passing by, she did look at herself more and more, observing how little she looked like her normal self. There are a few subtle ways of telling that she is she. You have her bone structure, her overall height, and you also have the way she walked. But, other then that, she looked at herself and could not see how she was.
When she had gotten outside, she allowed the cold air to hit her body. At that moment of time, it felt good. Once she started walking, a few things has went through her mind. The first was that she would have to find a way to get to Lee and Snoop. But, her main problem was that she could not figure out how to do so. That was before it had dawned on her. While she would hate to use her friends, here it would be necessary. Looking at where she was at, she walked down towards Jadis’ house.

Back when Cyri and Jadis first became friends, Jadis’ parents gave her a set of keys to their house, just incase anything was to happen. Aside that they viewed her as being family. She never, until that early morning, ever had to use the keys.
Going around to check to see if anyone was awake, Cyri opened the front door and snuck in.
The house being dark as it was, she carefully felt around until she could find a lamp. What she actually found, by accident was a candle with a lighter next to it. She has always wondered why Jadis’ family would have candles and lighters around, but at that time, she just did not care.
Lighting the candle, she went on search through the house to find it. The first place, if she was careful enough, would be the storage room that Jadis’ family had. Due to numerous reasons, there was something of a storage room that was made to hold all of Jadis’ electronics, extra wires, back up discs, and her old laptop that she does not use anymore. There was nothing wrong with it, just that it ran beyond slow and the memory on it was not that good.
After finding the room, she went through the shelves until she saw a laptop that looked something like a brick. It’s thickness was about five inches with the screen down, felt clunky, and had numerous scratches and layers of dust on it.
Removing all the garbage, she found the power cord to the dinosaur and a back up disc that contained information on Jadis when she used to work for Donnie. She had promised Jadis that she would never look through those files, due to them reveling a rather dark aspect of her life. One that she will never be proud of. But, at that moment and time, she just did not care.
Careful not to make any noise, she snuck back out of Jadis’ house without making a sound. After she left, the thing on her mind was that her family would need another security system.

She went into an all night diner and sat down with the laptop. After telling some collage boy to screw off, she plugged up the laptop and began searching. The first thing she had to look for was the details of Snoop and Lee, but to Cyri’s shock, she ended up finding things ranging from personal diaries to info on her, her friend, family, and enemies. Cyri decided that, if she ever got the chance, she would have to look into all of that.
But the first thing she found was info on Lee. It took her a few moments, but she finally got around to learning where he resided at. After doing the same thing for Snoop, she started looking through all of her belongings in order to find out what weapons would be best used. But the only thing she could find was the package of guitar strings that she had purchased. Desperate, she knew that she would need some particular items in order to pull this off.
Looking at the tables, she found what she would need. But, it would take some convincing to even take these items with her. Smiling, she thought of a way.

She laughed like a maniac as she looked at the steak knives she had. Even more so, she laughed at the fact that the boy in their was so stupid. Then again, as she knew, women did have some power over the simple mindedness of boys. And the bruise and the broken glass bottle when he tried to stop her were some of the proof in the pudding about this.
It took her a while, but she found Lee’s house in one of the middle class neighborhoods in the area. The house was not entirely run down and cheap like one would expect from such a person, but she did not give a damn. One of the files that she had found was a complete lay out of his house. Looks like Donnie had Jadis do some extra secretive work for him.
Taking the knife and cutting into his window, she slipped on the black mask over her head and equipped on the leather gloves so that no finger prints are left. Cutting open the window, she saw that the only light that could be found was that of the computer and charging cell phone that was on his desk. Why, she thought, does every teenager have a computer in their rooms for? As far as she was concerned, people like him (worthless scum) just use it to watch porn and jack off to it all.
The first thing she done before stepping in was look around for a rather large rock. One that could be used for such a job as this. After finding one that would fit the job well enough, she slipped it into her hand and jumped into the window. If Snoop was ever to remember that night, the first thing he would remember was feeling his nose brake, the blood tinkling down, and the pillow that was over his face as Cyri knocked him out.

After about thirty minutes, he saw that he was in a shed, had duct tape over his mouth, and could smell the stench of blood through his nose as he tried to breath. In terms of feeling, other then the pain in his nose was the feeling of hopelessness as he was standing on a chair with a thick rope tied around his neck.
He looked around until he saw someone completely black like a shadow standing away from him. He tried to make a noise, only to have the feeling of electricity coarse through his body. The pain was unbearable as it felt like the shock was coming from inside of his stomach. After a few moments, he saw the figure turn around and saw Cyri standing their. He did admit that, with the leather jacket she stole from him, and all of the black clothes, she did look rather frightening.
She walked up to him, her face showing no emotion and her eyes filled with hate.
“If you say one word you will feel a sharp pain in your stomach.” Cyri told him. “While you were knocked out, I found in your room some electro dites and, me thinking, forced them down your throat. A push of a button and your body will feel, what my guess is, about ten thousand bolts of electricity and I know that must hurt like a bitch.” She put her hand on one of the sides of the tape. “I am going to remove the tape. Do not talk unless I give you the order to talk. You speak, you get electrocuted. You try to yell, you hang yourself.” After a few seconds of nodding his head frantically, Cyri removed the tape from Lee’s mouth.
She pulled up a chair a sat across from him. Slouching, she looked at him for a few seconds, carefully planning out her words. It took a few minutes, but she found what was to be said.
“Right now, as I look at it Lee, I have every right in the world right now to kill you. Fuck, I should do so right now. But, instead, I am allowing you to keep your wicked life for two reasons. The first reason is information.”
“I will not say anything to you, you stupid, fucking Gothic bitch!” He yelled. “You can burn in hell for all I care!” Cyri shook her head, with a rather dark smile on her face.
“But I will ask you questions and you will answer. Every time you don’t, I will cut something off of you. And believe me: They will be things you will miss.” After saying the last part in a threatening manner, Lee chuckled.
“One problem: you do not have the balls to do this!” Lee started laughing. Then stopped abruptly. He looked at Cyri was standing up and walking towards him. She walked behind him to where his hands were that and then he felt a sharp pain on his right hand.
For fear of screaming f being electrocuted if he yelled, he tried to keep his screams inside of him. He could try to deal with the pain later on. After seeing his finger thrown onto the ground and Cyri smashing it into the dirt, she turned around and walked back to her seat and looked at him.
“As I have said I have allowed you to keep your wicked life for two reasons. The first is information. I want to know why is it that you killed and raped both of my parents.” Cyri said. Lee spat onto the floor due to his mouth being overfilled with saliva, then looked at her.
“Donnie ordered us to.”
“Why is that?”
“Do I even need to say?”
“Maybe I want you to bitch. Now fucking talk.”
“Because you could bring down his entire operation that our government has spent years making.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“So, he tried to have me assassinated due to me being able to destroy him. Sounds like Donnie. But now, I want to know who else is working with him. If you want your life, you will start speaking now.” Lee looked down for a few seconds before he started to talk. Even without activating the electricity, he could feel a sharp pain in his stomach. The pain there hurt much worse then the pain on his right hand.
“Mostly the show is ran by Donnie Osbourne, Dieter Lester, Justin Fulaytar, Oren Lui, and Aaron Rodgers. Their main plans, I swear to you, I do not know nothing about.” Cyri leaned back and crossed her legs.
“Why do I have the feeling that you are bullshitting me?”
“Because you do not trust me at all. But ask yourself this: Why would I lie when my fucking life is on the line?”
“Simple: I kill you, you give me false information, I look like a dumbass bimbo in front of Donnie, and then I get elephant and prison fucked. Simple as that.” Lee smiled.
“Then how do you know that I have not told you anything that was false?” Cyri smiled.
“Because I know that my original parents would do something like that. Now,” She said, standing up. “I have all of the info out of you. And some more that did not require me to do some research. So, I tell you the last reason why I kept you alive this long. The second reason is so that you can tell Donnie everything I done to you and what I will do to Snoop. I want him to witness the extent of my mercy by witnessing your body and how it will be. I want him to know that I know. I want him to know, I want him to know. And I want them all to know that they will all soon be, as dead as you.” With that, Lee’s eyes opened wide as Cyri kicked off the chair that was supporting Lee. The first sound was a rather large crack. Then the gurgling he made as he tried to breath for air. After a few moments of acting like a fish out of water, Lee stopped moving.
With no time to think, Cyri placed the knife that she had used into Lee’s dead hand And then made it look like he chopped his own finger off. Taking the already dismembered finger, she picked it up and shoved it into his throat. She turned around and walked back into Lee’s house.
It was still dark outside (the time was a little after five forty five) when Cyri went back into Lee’s room and activated his computer. If she was not under the pressure of being caught at any time, she would have taken his computer and done a complete search through it. But, due to both time and the fact that it was a desk top, she could only do one thing.
She opened a new email message and sent Donnie a little message.

As she was walking down the road to around where Snoop lives, she started thinking about what she had done. Thinking about the body of Lee that now swings back and forth in that back in that barn behind his house. She thought about splicing off his thumb, leaving the suicide note on his computer, and for just doing all that she had done.
One thing she had never, in her entire life, wanted to do was kill someone. Torture, she can handle that. But actually kill someone? Her main emotions were fear, shock, and happiness. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how good it felt to get revenge.
But then she started to feel a little sickened by herself. She could not believe that she went and actually done that without even the slightest bit of second thinking. She just frowned at herself for loving that feeling. But would most humans think like that? Enjoy the feeling of ending someone’s life after they have wrongfully destroyed yours?
But she had no time to think, for she felt someone ram into her.
Being taken by surprised, she was even more shocked to realize who it was.
Blaze. With red and black spiked hair.
The first thing that went through her mind was: Holy shit. I’m fucked. But, he did not seem to recognize her all that well. She tried not to have her face show any emotion. A complete poker face. The only thing she had hoped was that it would work.
“Excuse me, my good woman.” He said, acting polite. “I did not mean to bump into you.” Cyri heard what he said, and tried not to react in anyway that might give off who she was. So, trying to control herself, she looked up and down the streets, trying to find something that would distract her. But, she knew that she could not be silent. So, forcing her voice, she tried to speak in a deeper tone.
“It’s alright.” She said, in a quiet voice. While she was thinking, the only thing that was now going on in her mind was that she wanted him to just go and not bug her again. But, she felt that he would not.
Time moved towards a crawl as she tried to look down. But, like a stubborn mule, he stayed their.
“I am sorry for bugging you, but would I by chance know you from somewhere? Just that, you look rather familiar.” Thinking that he is recognizing her face, she turned up the leather jacket to try, with little accomplishment, to conceal her face. But, as she could guess, that was not working. Needing to throw him off, she thought of a name that would work, one that would try to hide her true identity.
“I doubt you know me with my name being Rooney Rapace.” Blaze shook his head up and down. Dealing with the fact that he might never go, she breathed and tried to relax a little.
“And I doubt you know anyone with the name of Soren Kane.” Blaze said. In Cyri’s mind, she started wondering if that was his real name, or one he made out. The name Blaze, that he had, did seem a bit out of place in her book. But that was that.
The silence dragged on until five seconds felt like one minute. The air and space started to become uncomfortable. Until she felt a little prick on he back when Blaze patted her back.
“Well, my dear lady, I must say that it has been a pleasure making your acquaintance, but now I must go. Who knows, maybe one day we will see each other again. Until then, I bid you farewell.” And with that, Blaze left.
Once he was far enough away, Cyri started feeling some of the pain from the sting she had received. She was now wondering what the pain was up to, but she had to worry about that later.
Now she had to worry about getting to the remains of her home and making damn sure she would not get caught.

The Trial Of Cyri. Chapter Thirteen. REVISED

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The woman looked at Blaze, smiled, and stepped aside as he entered the house. Once inside, the odor of fine wine and spices along with smoke of cigars filled the air. For a second, he thought that someone took the Mario Puzo novel ‘The Godfather’ to a new extreme.
He looked around at the lodging and took in the entire aspect of the fine art that was surrounding him. If there was one thing he enjoyed about the Don’s house, it would have to be his taste in art. Just, the ancient paintings and sculptures added a certain flare that he, Blaze, misses.
“Take a seat by his door,” the woman who let him in said. “I will send Gothica to get you a drink of… What do you drink now a days, Soren?” Blaze looked at her.
“I will have a coffee. No junk.” The woman nodded her head with a smile as she went into the kitchen to fetch Gothica.
Once he found the Don’s door, he sat in once of the seats out side of it, crossed his legs, and pulled out a novel out of his pocket. One thing about Blaze: he always has a novel with him. No matter what.
Opening the book, he found the page he was last at and started to relax himself as he got lost in the world. While his mind was in the novel, is overall subconscious was on Cyri the entire time. He knew that he told The Children Of Darkness that he was going to be out in the town looking for her. But, at the same time, due to the knowledge of Donnie and his entire organization, he would need as much help as possible.
Before he, McCarty, and Stalin formed The Children Of Nobodies and before they became aware of The Children Of Darkness, they were part of an organization entitled Pate. Being the German word for ‘Godfather’, they understood that they were involved with being in a mafia who’s leader was someone that wanted to end all of the horrors that the Government was associated with.
After the terror that had happened to the families of Blaze, McCarty, and Stalin, they separated themselves from Pate and started their own group to get revenge against the Government themselves. When they left, they were ordered by The Don to never talk or speak of the group or anything that they were associated with.
The Don himself is something of a paranoid man that is at a respectable old age at this point in his life. He never trusted anyone he never knew personally and as such, if one of his ‘Godchildren’ (The Don’s army) were to leave for whatever reason, they were banned from saying anything about Pate due to the off chance that one of The Godchildren comes into contact with someone who might try to take him down.
Getting deep into his novel, he looked up and saw a beautiful girl with shiny black hair, a Victorian styled dress, and a large mug of coffee that was steaming. Putting down his book and standing up while she put down the glass of coffee, Blaze stood up and went to hug Gothica. Gothica, smiling, went and kissed him on his left cheek before they both sat down.
“My God, Gothica,” Blaze said. “It has been a rather long time sense I have seen you.”
“Same here.” She said in a rather sweet soprano voice.
“So, what have you been up to?” Blaze took a sip of his coffee.
“Basically making sure that no one attacks the Don.” She said, leaning back. “Well, what do you expect? After someone like him saves your life, you can’t just ignore him now can you?”
“Point there.” Blaze said, looking at her.
“Now, what has the famous Soren been up to?” Her voice had a certain playful quality. “Still trying to get rid of Donnie and his group?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, do you mind telling an old friend and lover about this?”
“Long story short,” he said with a sigh. He never wants to think about the time that they were together. As much as he loved it, it brought some pain to him to know that he left her. “I am working with a group that is wanting to take down Donnie and I am going to need some help.
“And you think the Don will help you?” Gothica asked.
“Well, I was his best hacker plus best lieutenant, so I think he will make an exception for me.” Then they were both silent until a rather large clock had ranged.
“Sorry to cut this conversation short,” Gothica said. “But I must really go. Look, it has been great seeing you again and we need to catch up in more detail later on.” She hugged Blaze and gave him another kiss. “See ya around, Soren.” Then she walked away, her black high heeled shoes clicking as she departed.
Soren leaned back in his chair and thought about her. He will admit that he missed her, but she was part of a different life and he needed to move on. If he were to bring Gothica into this entire mess, it would only mean disaster for everyone he knows. Even more her.
After about five minutes, he heard the large doors open that were the entrance to the Don’s office. Now, when most people imagine an old Don, they think of a man that has something of a stomach, bulky, and has thinning gray hair. But the man that Blaze saw had thick gray hair, was about as tall as Blaze was (Blaze is six foot), and had a slim built with strong muscle support. For a man that was fifty, he sure as hell knew how to take care of himself.
When the Don saw Blaze, he put his arms around him and embraced him. After about five second, he took Blaze into his office and closed the door. With his cup of coffee in his hand, Blaze sat in one of the leather arm chairs that were laid out in the room. The Don sat behind his desk clearing off some papers. After about five minutes, he gave Blaze his complete attention.
“When my lovely wife Helena first said that you were here Soren,” The Don said, leaning back. “I must confess that I was shocked. I think it was five years ago when you were ten or elven did you tell me that you wanted out to get revenge. If I remember correctly, you said you would not return until you had Donnie’s head on a platter.”
“I am aware of that Don Brando.” Blaze said. “But I come today not for a social call, but I am here asking for your assisstence.” Don Brando looked at Blaze.
“If that is the case,” he said in a cool voice. “Then I should throw you out. When you left, you said you were able to handle things by yourself. And now you are sixteen and you are on your way. You wanted to handle this yourself, then you should handle this without my support.” Blaze took a deep breath and took a sip of coffee.
“I am aware of what I said at the time Don Brando.” Blaze said. “But I come to you today to ask you for your help due to me trying to help someone I know you have had your eye on for quite some time.”
“Oh really? And who will that be Soren?” Blaze lowered his eyes at Don Brando.
“Cyri Elizabeth Cullen.” Just saying her name, Don Brando looked at Blaze in astonishment.
“And what do you know about Cyri?” He asked.
“Other then the fact that she is your Goddaughter by law, I know just about everything that there is to no about her.” Don Brando looked at Blaze, then a smirked grew on his face.
“Now that you brought my Goddaughter into this, I can not help but listen. What is it that you want me to help you with?” Blaze crossed his legs and sat up straight. He moved some of his black and red hair out of his face.
“Well, long story short due to you not keeping up with events that have happened as of recent, she is actually the head of a gang that is trying to put an end to Donnie, her foster parents were massacred last night, and now she is missing. On behalf of her gang The Children Of Darkness, I am asking that you aid us in searching for her and to make sure that nothing terrible or tragic befalls on her.” Don Brando scratched his cheek.
“You said something of a gang she is with.” He said. “In the shortest way possible, tell me about this gang.”
“Basically she and an army of friends formed the gang to put an end to the evil that a man named Ratliff caused. Once they got rid of him, Cyri unknowingly started dating Donnie. Once two of Cyri’s friends (who are hackers) found out who he was, they tried to put an end to him. It worked for a while, until now.”
“Hmm. And how did you find out about Cyri?”
“Simple: she is, or was, dating the original leader of the group. The person known as Vincent GesuDio.”
“Your half brother.”
“Yes. Now you know the basics of what is going on. The only thing to add is that due to Oren and Aaron being released from prison, they are in talks with some men in politics to try to get their daughter back. Their first step was to massacre Cyri’s foster parents: Heidi and Marks Heights.”
“What do they hope to gain from all of this?” Don Brando asked.
“For the life of me, I do not know at all.” Blaze said. “But, the reason why I come to you today is to ask for your assistance. You see, last night Cyri left her house when her family was being attacked. I doubt it was due to her being a coward, but due to her realizing that there is nothing she could do about this. So, with her now missing, me and her friends are trying to search for her. But one thing I realized is that we are going to need as much help as possible from reliable sources. So, as a friend, I am asking you to help me.” Don Brando leaned back and thought for a moment. Looking at Blaze, he thought of something.
“While I know that she is my Goddaughter, I need to know what is in here for me? Why should I help you?” Blaze thought for a few seconds until he thought of something.
“You help us, you get closer to Donnie. Now, I know that you want him due to him being one of the few people that are in control of the entire underage sex trafficking rings, so you help us with Cyri, you will be one step closer because believe me: sooner or later, they will get her and she is our beacon. We find her, we protect her, we get Donnie. How does that sound?” The Don sat back and thought about this for a few moments.
The offer that Blaze has said was rather good, but the main question on the matter was: was it worth his time. He looked at what they are doing now. When they lost Blaze originally, they lost their best hacker. He was already ahead of Don Brando, so working with Blaze would get him somewhere. But, there was one thing that sounded even more tastier.
“One other condition,” Blaze looked at Brando. “I want the Children Of Darkness to become one with Pate.”
“I do not know about that.”
“Why is that?”
“While Cyri maybe second in command and I might be third, the overall chief of all of this is Vincent GesuDio and from what I know, he is in Boise, Idaho at this moment and time. If you want to talk about combining groups with us, you will have to talk to him first.”
“And how do you suppose I do that?”
“I know I am betraying everyone’s trust, but this is the only way to make sure that we find Cyri and that she is safe.” Blaze took out a sheet of paper and wrote down Vincent’s email address.
“I have emailed Vincent before, basically today, and he is aware of Cyri. Long story short, he wants us to do whatever we can in order to make sure that she, being Cyri, is safe. Email Vincent and let him know that you are a mutual friend of mine and that is how you are aware of me.” He handed Don Brando the email address. After looking at it, Brando looked up at Blaze.
“I will see what I can do. If you get an email from me, telling you what it is that I decide on, you know how to act from there.” Once Blaze nodded his head, he stood up and shook hands with Don Brando.
After a long list of pleasantries, Blaze departed to leave the Don behind him. The only thing that he had on his mind during this was that he hoped he was doing the right thing.

Mychael was at the front door of the house, and then released a rather large sigh. He knew that, more then likely, he will not at all be accepted here and will be thrown out. Just because you are related by blood does not mean that you have to love one another. He knew that, but hoped that this would be something else entirely.
He took his index finger on his right hand and rang the door bell. He leaned back on his heels and waited, looking around. Across the street, he saw what appeared to be a teenager, like him, holding hands with this beautiful ebony girl. As Mychael saw this, he started wondering if that would ever be him. Would he ever be able to lead a normal life and, if possible, leave this life behind?
“You have the chance, but some blood will be shed in the process. For good to happen, evil must be mixed.” Garret said in his head.
Mychael shook his head as he tried to block out the voice of Garret. All through the night, he was awoken by hearing countless conversations that Garret tried to form. A few times, he tried to talk to him quietly to Garret, to make him quiet. But, he constantly heard Garret mocking him, telling him that this was all due to him not listening to him earlier on. It was times like this that Mychael wished he could shoot someone in their dreams. Even more if it was a ghost.
Returning his head back down to earth, he heard the front door open. The person inside of the door was about six foot, two and a half inches tall, weighed about two hundred and twenty pounds, bald but had on a Kangol hat. Once he looked at Mychael, he took a long inhale on his cigarette, and spoke as the steam came from his mouth.
“My nigger.” He said, his voice strong with authority. “And to what do I owe this extreme pleasure?” Mychael looked at his Uncle, he tried to get his thoughts together.
“Uncle Leroy,” Mychael said. “I was wondering if I might come in.” The man known as Leroy looked at Mychael with a smirk.
“Only on the condition that you call me Jewels.” Once Mychael agreed, he walked into his house.
The first thing that he noticed was the posters on the walls that were for Hong Kong action films, anime, and a large stack of vinyl records. For the most part, the albums were either old school hip-hop, R&B, some funk and disco, with a little bit of rock and metal. While Jewels went into the kitchen to get his nephew a drink, Mychael looked around.
“I must say,” Mychael said. “I like what you have done with the place.” Jewels laughed a little.
“After spending some time with an organization I was part of - you remember, it had something to do with getting a breif case filled with diamonds - and when I decided to turn away from a life of being a gangster, I ended up getting a rather large some of money. So, my girlfriend dumping me, I decided to make this place a haven for me. Now, I want to know what you are doing here.” Jewels looked at his nephew, trying to get the answer out of him. But, the first thing that came out of Mychael’s mouth was not really what Jewels expected.
“Before I tell you, can I please have a cigarette. I need one. After all of the shit that had happened, I just need one to calm down my nerves.” Jewels, flashing a smile, stood up and grabbed one out of his pants pocket and a pack of matches.
“One thing I will never forget telling you: never get involved with gangs and drugs. They will lead to your downfall. And yet, I hear from old friends that you are part of a gang that worse out bitches. I do not, at all, approve of that. But, how I see it: you are a growing man and as such, you should make your own choices. Now, before I start getting a little pissed here, why the fuck are you here?” Mychael took a wild breath as he inhaled his entire cigarette and smashed it into the ash tray that was between him and his uncle.
“Due to me being over the shock already,” Mychael said. “I will be open and blunt about this. Last night, I was nearly killed.” Jewels looked at his nephew.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“Exactly what I mean. I, ever sense I started hearing voices in my head - do not ask - have been wanting to get out. Okay, I will admit that. But, what I was not expecting was what had happened last night.” Once Mychael was done talking, his face started to get messed up.
“Hey, hey, hey, little man.” Jewels said. “Tell me what happened?” Mychael took a deep breath before he told Jewels.
It took about thirty minutes to explain everything, and once everything was said and done, the only thing Jewels could do was stare straight ahead. Mychael looked at his Uncle’s eyes, looking deep into them. The only thing he could see was a dark, bitter pool of hatred forming. Jewels took his head and nodded down for a few moments, before he looked up and stood up.
“Nigger,” he said. “Get ready. We are going to your house.”

Cyri laid the bags all over her motel room bed and looked at what she bought. With the cheap clothes and other accessories, she had about fifty dollars left and that had to be for food. Seeing as how she could not spend a lot, she decided that ti would be best to eat only once every other day like she did when she worked at that sweat shop when she was first adopted.
She picked up the box of hair dye and read the back of the canister for how to use it. With a sigh, she grabbed the pair of scissors she stole from the front desk (in was in a jar filled with pins) and with the box, went into the bathroom.
Looking through the shelves, she found a razor for shaving and figured that this is what she needed. She turned on the water that was at the faucet in the bath tub and started her metamorphosis.
Only thing she knew: This was not going to be easy. Not physically, but mentally.

Blaze walked out of Don Brando’s house and started his walk around the town to find out where Cyri could have been. Due to her house being near by, he figured it would be best to first checked their to see if he could find anything.
The street was rather quiet and disserted but has a rather strong wind blowing up and down, moving the paper everywhere. With his earbuds in, he started playing the score to a film he had just recently watched. It had something to do with the son of the devil and him being in the form of a small child.
As he walked, he only noticed one person. She was about five foot five, dyed black hair with half of the hair short on one side, long on the other. She had on a rather worn looking leather jacket that flipped in the wind, reveling the black pants and high heeled shoes. In her mouth, she was smoking a cigarette with a few piercing here and there. She had her head down as if she might have been in deep concentration.
From what Blaze could tell, that was not Cyri at all. Looked far to different to him. But, he had to be sure.
Acting like a clumsy oaf, he walked near here and, with perfection, was able to make it look like he accidentally knocked into her. For a few seconds, an awkward silence filled the air as Blaze cleared his throat. The first thing about the women’s face was that she had on a poker face.
“Excuse me, my good woman.” He said, acting polite. “I did not mean to bump into you.” She looked down, then up the street.
“It’s alright.” She said, in a quiet voice. Then, acting curious, he looked at her again.
“I am sorry for bugging you, but would I by chance know you from somewhere? Just that, you look rather familiar.” The women upturn her jacket over her bottom half of her face without much luck.
“I doubt you know me with my name being Rooney Rapace.” Blaze shook his head up and down.
“And I doubt you know anyone with the name of Soren Kane.” Blaze said, paying attention to her face. Still, there was something there that did not feel quite right. So, stalling time, he put his hands in his pocket. For about ten seconds they stood there in silence, until Blaze took his right hand out of his pocket and patted Rooney on the back.
“Well, my dear lady, I must say that it has been a pleasure making your acquaintance, but now I must go. Who knows, maybe one day we will see each other again. Until then, I bid you farewell.” And with that, Blaze left.
Once he was far enough away, he took out his cell phone and pulled up the application for tracker beams. He saw the one he had planted on Rooney’s back. After sitting off a sting (which was to stick her in the back like a thin needle) to track her, he put back on his earbuds and listened to music as he walked away.

The Trial Of Cyri. Chapter Twelve. REVISED

CHAPTER TWELVE

No one in Blaze’s meeting room felt like talking. They had all read the newspapers, seen the news station, they were aware of all of the rumors that had been created. From what they understand, this was not at all what anyone needed. Just another point for Donnie.
Blaze sat with his coffee mug steaming with his head in his hands. He did not like the idea of this at all. This was one thing he wanted to avoid at all times. The only thing going through his mind, other then the obvious, was why he did not see this coming at all. He thought he could see this, but obviously he did not.
Looking at everyone, he saw the shock, worry, and just plain scare and anger burnt on everyone. They all shared the same hatred for this entire scenario as he did, no questions asked.
Once the quiet started creeping under his skin, he figured that it would be about time for him to start talking. Due to Cyri now missing, he now was in control of The Children Of Darkness and as such, he had to lead this souls to where they had to go.
“Okay my lovely friends and cohorts.” He said, sipping his coffee. “I doubt I have to talk about what had gone down last night. For all I know, it is city wide news. As we speak this moment, people are waking up to their newspaper to read about a fire that had happened last night. But, I doubt that they will look up anything about Mychael and his tragic loss.” Blaze looked around at his friends thinking. “Before we begin talking, one thing needs to be said: Where has Mychael gone off to? Job? Jadis?” The two mentioned people looked at each other, then at Blaze.
“He said that he is going to go solo. If he needs any assistance, then he will contact either me or Job.” Jadis said.
“And how do we know that we can trust him?” Blaze said.
“Well, last night he stayed at my house.” Job said. “ Due to no one being able to go into my closet - I have a few book shelves that cover the opening - I was able to hide him in their. While in their, I took his phone and installed a tracking program into it. He can not find the file due to it being attached to everything that is on his phone.”
“And what if he gets a new phone?” Blaze said.
“That is where the next part of my plan comes in handy. I burnt a copy of his phone and personal information into my computer. Apparently, he intrusted his life into that phone. Well, due to that, I am able to see any purchases that he has made, where he is at, has been to, etc. If his phone gets destroyed and he buys a new one, all I have to do is check up on what the new phone’s number is and reinstall the program. He will never know that he has it.” Everyone looked at Job.
“Amazing what you think up of when you are bored at home with a drunk of a father and a step mother that should be with someone better.” Job said.
“Impressive.” Blaze said, looking at Job. “Okay, we have our friend Mychael under surveillance, now to move on to Cyri. What do we know as of now?” Maxine looked up.
“Well, from what the news papers have been able to get, as of now, she is being suspected of killing Mark and Heidi.” Everyone started talking at once until Blaze slammed his fist down.
“Everyone calm thy self!” He yelled over their voice. “Now, Maxine, you care to explain what the hell do you mean by that?” Maxine cleared her throat.
“Well, from what I have read, the press were talking to some of the neighbors and someone said that they saw her, being Cyri, running out of the house with blood on her. Being curious, this neighbor called the police. She said that, about three minutes later, she heard an explosion as the house was destroyed. By the time the police and fire department got there, there was nothing left except the burnt corpses of Mark and Heidi. They have said that due to the graphic nature of the bodies, no one is allowed to publish any photos.” Everyone stared at Maxine when she was silent. The only sound that was made was Joan saying something under her breath. No one bothered to notice.
“Fucking hell, man.” Blaze responded at gulping half of his coffee. “Well, any idea as to where she would go? Or is at, at the moment?” Everyone shook their heads.
“Okay, my favorite hackers.” Blaze said to Jadis and Job. “Do you have anyway of tracking her cell phone?” Both of them shook their head no. “Okay, what we need to do is find Cyri before it is too late. The last thing we need is to have a psychotic teenage girl hell bent on slaughtering people. That girl has been through hell and back. She has experience things that only people can dream of write about. If I know Cyri, which is little, then what would be going into her mind would be the total hell and damnation of the cunts who did this, and the dicks responsible.” Everyone stared at Blaze in agreement.
“So,” He said. “Due to me fearing this sense I heard about it last night, I have come up with an idea of how to find Cyri. Now, the reason why I did not call all of you to create something of an idea for this is because we need to be organize. We need to have a clear plan if we are going to get through this. So, here is my plan.
“Due to our school no longer giving a rat’s ass about who is there anymore, each of us will spend one day the next few weeks oh so looking over this town, scanning around to see if we can find out where our angel of death is at.” He looked around him. “Sound good?” Everyone said yes.
“That is what I like to hear.” He said with a little pride in his voice. “Now, if any of you have any ideas about this plan, then I suggest that you speak to me before you decide to act on your own. That is the last thing we need. So, before you do something stupid, think about it and ask.”
“So, what do we do now?” Zat said, looking at Blaze.
“Simple: Today we just hang tight and try to figure out where she is at. Due to this being my plan, I am going to look around the center of town to see if I can find where she is at. If something happens, I will contact you all immediately.” Blaze took a breath. After a moment of silence, Tad looked up.
“Is Vincent going to know about this, at all?” Blaze looked at the table they were all at.
“I have thought about that, actually.” Blaze said. “What I am going to do is write Vincent and email explaining exactly what is going on. That should take me no less then thirty minutes to do. Once that is over with, I will go out and look for her.” The rest of the time, they all sat down and talked over what will happen once she was found. From what they have all decided, this was not going to be pretty.
One thing Blaze did not tell them was Oren and Aaron’s idea of wanting to get Cyri back. If they thought it would be hell now, they were only kidding themselves.

Back last night, after shooting him in the groin, Cyri ran away from her house as fast and as unnoticeable as she could. Down some of the back allies of the houses, she tried to stay in the shadows.
She tried to ignore her heart beating as she ran faster and faster down the road. While she running, her mind was thinking nonstop the entire time. She tried not to think about what had happened, but try to get away from Snoop and Lee.
After almost being caught by them in their black SUV, she was able to find a back ally and take a few minutes to breath before she started anything. Sliding down onto the ground, she made sure that the shadows eclipsed her completely. The last thing she needed was someone noticing her in this state.
She smelt some of the splattered blood that was on her. The stench of iron repulsed her, but she tried to put that aside. Then, relaxing the muscles and bones in her body, she just stared ahead.
Part of her wanted to curl up in a ball and cry over her loss. But, at the moment of time, there would have been no point. If she cried, she would only prove to be the weak little Cyri she was and has been. She had had it with this entire scenario.
Thinking, she understood that her entire life has been someone’s playground, just so someone can fuck her over. Well, she thought, not anymore. She would miss Heidi and Mark, seeing as they were the only real family she had left, but she would get revenge.
Forgetting the pain she felt in her legs, she went into her pocket and pulled out some money she kept at all times. Together, she had around two hundred dollars in cash. It was times like this that she was glad that she never spent a dime on herself.
Taking a deep breath, the first thing she done was walk into a gas station. Walking quickly so that she would not be seen, she ran straight to the girl’s restroom and locked the door. Taking off her shirt and putting it on the toilet, she walked to the sink and clogged the drain that was at the bottom.
Filling it up with water, she washed all of the blood off of her. As she watched herself in the mirror, she saw that she was changing. Each times she removed a spot of blood, she wondered what had happened to her to become this emotionless.
She knew that a normal person would be crying over the deaths of their two parents (or parent figures), but she did not. Aware that she decided that she was not going to show anymore emotion, she still wondered.
It took about two hours to clean herself and her shirt plus drying it. Once back on her, she walked out and started to wonder down the aisles of the shop. She picked up a few cheap things to eat and, to her surprise that they sold here, a package of guitar strings.
Once she went to the cash register, the clerk asked why she took so long. Cyri responded by saying nothing.
Having her belongings in the cheap, plastic bag they gave you, she walked down a few block. The world around here seemed idiotic and pathetic. She decided not to waste a second with these insignificant people and places.
After walking a few more block, she found a motel that was open. Sighing, she walked on in trying to ignore the looks that people gave her. What they saw was a dirty, bruised, and tired looking fifteen year old girl.
Once up at the clerk’s desk, she waited for someone to go and help her. It was an elderly gentleman that came to her aid.
“Hello young lady.” He said with a cheerful tone. Cyri just stared at him with a face of stone. “What can I help you with?”
“Cheapest room you got.” She said in a quick manner, her tone a little harsh. The elderly clerk went to the computer and pulled up a room that would be twenty dollars a night. Once she was given the keys to the room, she picked up her bags and started to walk away. Until the clerk said something.
“Where are you parents at?” The clerk tried to be nice and friendly, but his reward for his effort was only Cyri’s silent, emotionless look. He took that as a sign that she was not to be bothered with.
Once inside of her room, she laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. For about a forty five minutes she did not move. Just, laid there thinking. In her mind, she already decided on what she is going to do, but she would have to plan everything out carefully.
Walking about, she went into the bathroom where the cheap coffee maker was at and made herself a cup. Sitting down, she went threw her bags and grabbed the first piece of food that she could find.
Chewing away, not caring about the taste, she decided to start thinking of ways of how to deal with this problem. After about five minutes, we came up with an idea. Standing up, throwing the food and guitar strings into a shelf in the room, she grabbed the one hundred and fifty dollars she had left and closed the room.
Once she was outside of the hotel, she went to the local convenience store to buy a few items. If she was going to go solo, a few pieces of equipment where needed for Cyri’s transformation.

It was bright morning when Mychael woke up, sweating like crazy. Once he remembered where he was at, he opened the closet door to find that Job had removed the shelves that blocked him and left him some food to eat. On the bed there was a note that told Mychael to take the clothes that were laid out and to change. Taking a deep breath, Mychael parted his old clothes and wore what was given to him.
After about five minutes and making sure that the area was clear, he grabbed his gun (fully loaded) and left the house of Job in search of a new place to sleep at.
He walked around town with the hood of the cheap jacket that Job had given him on his head. He did not want to be seen as he walked. The little money that he had, he would need to go and find someone that was willing to house him for a while. Just long enough to figure out what to do. There was one person that came to mind, but he did not know if he could trust him or not.
But what choice did he have?

His hair spiked and dyed black with red tips, along with sun glasses over his eyes, Blaze looked like a complete shadow has he looked around the city in search of Cyri.
He told the members that he was going to search every where for her, but he had a better idea. Putting in the ear buds for his MP4, he walked while listening to Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony and looking around.
He knew the man he was going to see told him to only report to him if it was needed. But, with such an occasion, he deemed it necessary.
It took him a while, but he found the house that held The Man. He walked up to the front door and rang twice and waited. Rocking on his feet, he waited until the door opened. The person that answered was a woman that was about middle aged but had a certain beauty to her.
“Yes young man?” She said in an elegant tone.
“Yes, my name is Soren Kane. I was wondering if I could see the Don for a few moments if he is not busy.” Blaze always loved his real name, but he only used it when he had to see Him.

The Trial of Cyri. Chapter Eleven. REVISED

CHAPTER ELEVEN

If there was one thing that, at this point in his life, that Job would agree to if you were to ask him what the best thing in the world was, he would say it would be that of Jadis’ lips against his. These two love birds were sitting on his bed, just wanting to spend some time with one another. Due to numerous reasons (like school, Donnie, being busy), they have to find time for one another. When they find that time, it becomes almost like pure heaven for them. There was one thing that got on Job’s nerves, other then his father and his drunken friends, was his new step-mother’s annoying Valley-Girl-esque personality that wanted to make him vomit.
Even more if she was knocking on his door, wanting to see him. Job heard the three knocks and released his lips from Jadis.
“Blond bimbo calls.” He said as he opened the door. When he saw her, just seeing her disgracing herself in front of him was hell enough.
“Hey, uh, your  father, like, needs you or something.” She said in her annoying voice. Jadis stood up, her black casual dress reaching the ground, and followed him out of his room.
Down the stairs that were covered with pictures of numerous sports teams. When you go into a house, the one thing that you expect to find are pictures of loved one, relations, etc. Not pictures of skimpy girls doing back-flips, jocks kneeling down having their pictures taken, and the works like that. One thing that Job had always told Jadis was that once he turns eighteen, he vowed to escape this house and life time. Due to him turning sixteen on July 31, he had something of two life times to go with. Hopefully, he hoped, they would pass by quickly.
Once he and Jadis reached the end of the status, they saw the sorry sight of his father. By now, he has exploded up to four hundred and fifty pounds, never shaves (or showers for that matter), and marinates himself in the odor of alcohol and cigars. Jadis tried not to over reacted at the sight of him but it was hard. Even more when he opened his mouth and the sight and stench of his rotten teeth were the main thing that filled the area.
“So, what ye doing? Fucking that bitch or some shit like that?” Job’s father, Drake, said. As the years went by, the hatred boiled up inside of Job over his father.
“No father. We were just talking. Like two friends.” He tried to calm himself. He did not want a repeat of the last time his voice was raised.
“Like hell!” He said with a disgusting grin. “I see that little bitches legs getting wider and wider every day. I know you are sticking your cock into her cunt every ten minutes. I just fucking know.”
“Well, I will be frank: you are wrong about that.”
“You calling me a liar, boy?” He said, trying to stand up. Job, whose hand was in Jadis’ hand, took his index finger and tapped her hand five times. They wait five seconds, then Jadis began to speak.
“I’m sorry, but I have to go.” She said. “Job, would you mind escorting a lady out, please?”  Job looked at his father, then darted his eyes at Jadis.
“Sure.” he turned towards his father. “We will speak when I get back.” As they walked to the front door, he heard his father yell at him something about having sex with her. Once they got to the front door, Jadis wrapped her arms around Job’s neck and kissed him.
“I will be back in a few minutes. I will meet you in your room. Keep the window open for me.” She went and ran off down towards her home. Job hated this. Completely. He admitted that he had feelings for her. But, what he hated was how his father treated her. It was times like this that made him glad that his mother divorced him and did not see his downfall. Only the start. He did feel like she was a coward for leaving him, but for whatever reasons, he was just glad that she did not see this.
When he closed the door, the entire area was filled with the noise of his father belching in the other room. He turned and went to go up stairs, trying to ignore the beast that was his father.
“Done paying your whore?” He asked.
“Dad,” Job said, feeling his side. “I am not in the mood to talk to you. I am not even in the mood to hear you. Are you having fun screwing around with my life just because you screwed your’s up? Well, I am getting sick of it and I just wish that you would stop.” He went to walk up to his room. But his father said one thing that almost made Job loose it.
“Yeah, you are just like the little son of a bitch that whore I married was. Exactly like her. Next, you will be out trying to fuck anyone you like and I will just sit back and laugh!” Then, Drake unleashed a disgusting, sickly laugh.
Upstairs, half way, he saw Comecia standing their, with tears in her eyes. When Job looked at his new step mother, he was disturbed by her, but still disliked her.
She came to him and put her arms around him, crying into his shoulder. He hated when this happened.
“Job, I am so sorry he is like this. Please, like, understand that I am trying.” SHe then broke into tears as she was yelled, ordered, to go back down. When Job turned to see her, the one thing he saw was the slashing on her back. He knew that Drake abused her, and he wished he knew what to do about this.
When he reached his bedroom door, he heard something in his room. He knew that Jadis was not there yet, it was too early. He felt his side and reminded himself that his gun was there. Around the city, he had been hearing about a rise in house raids and, just incase, he always kept a small gun by his side. And yes, it did get tempting at times to pull it out and shoot his father in the eyes.
Once his gun was drawn, he looked inside and automatically put his arms out in front of him, pointing the gun at Mychael who was sitting on his bed. Once Mychael looked and saw that Job had his gun pulled out, he wiped out his own and pointed it at Job. They had, what people call, a Mexican Stand-off.
“You have a lot of nerves getting your nigger ass into this house.” Job said, locking his bedroom door.
“I am aware of that.” Mychael said between tears.
“Now, what about we start by hearing what the hell you are doing in my bedroom.” Job, his gun pointed at Mychael the entire time, walked over to his desk, constantly point it at him.
“I will say if you first put your gun down.”
“Like fucking hell I will!”
“I know why you won’t, but I will say this: if I wanted to kill you, I would have. But I have not as of now. But, to show you proof that I mean no harm, here is my second gun.” He picked up Lee’s gun and threw it on the floor by Job’s feet. Once it slid over, Job picked it up, saw that it had bullets in it, and pointed it at Mychael.
“Now the other gun.” Job said, his voice tense.
“I am not that stupid.” Mychael said. “You could, due to us being enemies, try to have me killed right now. No way, I am not falling for that one.”
“Then how do we fix this problem?” Job’s eyes darted to the window that was over his bed.
“You empty out your guns and I will do the same.” Mychael said, as Job saw the shadow of Jadis pull out one of her knives.
“Instead, I have a different, better idea.” Job looked at Jadis. “NOW!” he screamed as Jadis jumped out of the curtains, looked at Mychael and slice his arm down the front side of his wrist. When the attack ensued, Jadis kicked Mychael in the head, took his gun, and pointed it directly at him.
Once she was off of his bed, she stood beside Job, looking at Mychael. She took and emptied the gun, only to discover that the gun was empty.
“You know,” She said. “You really suck at being an assassin.” Job emptied all but one bullet from his gun, and left the second gun on his desk.
“Maybe that was because I am not here to kill either of you.” Mychael said, taking off his shirt to wrap his scar up. They were quiet for a few moments, the silence haunting them in the air. It must have been about ten minutes before anyone said anything.
“Now, why don’t you tell us what the hell you are doing in my house.” Job said, leaning back.
“I had to escape.”
“Escape what? The cops? If so, wrong fucking house.” Job said, his voice getting aggravated.
“Now, is that how you treat an old friend and comrade?” Mychael said.
“That was some long fucking time ago when me and Job were very different people.” Jadis said, her voice getting pissed.
“Once you are friends with someone, you never stop being friends with that person. You may try, but ultimately, you will fail. You will always crawl back to that person.” Mychael said, leaning back against the now closed window.
“Stop beating around the fucking bush and get to the Goddamn point. Why the hell are you here and who were you running away from? Even more, why were you crying?” Job asked.
“I was running away from Snoop and Lee.” Mychael said. Job and Jadis looked at each other.
“Okay. Why?” Jadis asked.
“They were ordered to kill me.” Jadis raised her eye brows.
“Your two friends, tried to kill you?” Mychael nodded his head. “Why would they try to slaughter you?” Jadis asked, sitting on the floor.
“Simple: Let’s just say that I have been hearing voices.”
“We are aware of that.” Mychael looked up at them.
“How?” Job pulled up the audio file on his computer.
“One day at school, you were talking to someone, I do not care nor do I remember exactly, about hearing Ratliff’s voice in your head.” Job said.
“And I take it one of you recorded the conversation. Not bad.”
“So, what I am now wondering,” Said Jadis. “Is where is your family at this moment.” Mychael buried his head in his hands and started shaking.
“Those two killed them both.” At the same time, Job and Jadis’ jaws dropped.
“Killed them?” One of the two asked. “Okay, if they were aimed at killing you, then why your parents?”
“Simple: so it can look like a gang related incident. Think about it: it is all perfect. Kill me and my family, there will be no way to tell what has happened.” Mychael said between sobs. They were all quiet for some time. “But, there is one thing I fear. One of you, I do not care who, call Cyri’s home number.” They were quiet, looking at him quizzically. Then he yelled at them to just do it. Well, he attempted to yell over the vibrations of the television that was on down stairs.
Jadis grabbed both hers and Job’s phone and tried to call Cyri. After a few times, she gave up. Returning the phones, she told Mychael that they could not reach her.
“What the fuck is the big deal then?” Mychael looked at her, and Job. Took him a few minutes, but then he could finally speak.
“I am sorry to say this, but it is too late.”
“What is?” Said Job.
“What I feared. As a order from Donnie, we were asked to carry out a mission. Before I continue, I need you to check the other gun.” Job did so, and noticed that it was missing two bullets. Once he told Mychael, he lowered his head even more.
“Then it is what I feared: They have killed Mark and Heidi.” Both Job and Jadis looked at each other in horror.

The time was around six in the afternoon. By now, the sun was settled and the sky had numerous shades of pink and orange, the neighbors were out and about having fun, or past out in their warm and comfortable beds. And up on the driveway was a black car that had tainted windows. Looking around to make sure that no one can see into the car, Lee killed the engine and took out his gun.
One thing about both him and Snoop: they had no idea what model guns they had. As Donnie figured it, it would help in prevention of them having to describe them in the court of law. If they attempted, they would be proven innocent due to lack of information.
Taking one last look around, to make sure that no one was around, they slipped on their rubber gloves, leather jackets, and black hoods as they hid their guns and other tools. Then, with confidence, they walked up the steps to Cyri’s house.
In the house, at this time, Cyri was in one of the many back rooms, trying to clear her mind by reading a rather large volume that had to deal with parallel worlds and ice bears. In the living room, Mark was watching an art house film while his wife, Heidi, was busy being snuggled up next to him.
While they were getting into their film, they heard the front door knocked. Heidi, looking at Mark, went to the door and opened the peep hole. Standing outside, she saw Snoop and Lee without their hoods on looking at her.
“Yes? What is it that you need?” She asked, a sense of feeling insecure in her voice.
“Yes, you see we need some help. Our car broke down while we were driving and we need our car to start working again. We are needed somewhere right this moment, and it is crucial that ouw car works. Besides, it belongs to my father and he is expecting it back and, well, we just need some help. Can you please help us?” Heidi looked at Mark who went to grab the car keys.
“They are just two kids, right?” He asked her as he started to go outside.
“Yeah, just two kids that need to go somewhere for some reason. GO help them sweetie.” She kissed him on the cheek as he opened the front door.
The moment the front door was opened, he felt a terrible pain in his abdomen as Snoop took a walking cane and bashed him in the stomach. Jumping over Mark’s body, Lee went and grabbed Heidi, slamming his gun down on her head.
“Now, now, now Heidi,” He said mockingly. “We are just doing our jobs.” With that, he took his gun and shot Heidi in the shoulders and in the knee caps. Lee done that same thing to Mark.
Closing the door, he took Mark and strapped him to a chair, looking over Heidi’s body. Lee took some pieces of tape, and strapped open Mark’s eye lids so he can see the entire performance.
“You move your eyes for one second, expect to say bye-bye to one of your fingers.” And with that, Snoop forced Heidi to witness Lee taking a pair of pliers and spliced off one of Mark’s fingers. Once Mark started screaming in pain, Lee stuck the finger into Mark’s mouth then taped his mouth shut.
Strapping Heidi to the floor, Snoop took the scissors and started to clip away Heidi’s clothes until there was nothing left but her skin naked with the bullet holes in her.
Snoop, who went and removed his pants, leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“This is what happens when you have a bitch for a daughter.” And with that, he inserted himself into her and allowed her to scream as much as she liked. All the while, he constantly beaten her in the face until there was just her screaming with blood everywhere.
After he was done, Lee had his turn with her, being more rough then the last. All the while, Cyri saw this with her own eyes. She stormed into her room and went threw all of her drawers until she found her gun that Tad had given all the members of The Children Of Darkness. When his mother dated a police officer, Tad sneaked in and was able to steal from some of the cops their guns without them noticing. It was too easy, but back to the story.
Setting the gun’s safety off, she sneaked out to the lobby of the house and saw Lee still fucking Heidi. She aimed at his head, ready to shoot. She had everything set, and then fired it directly into Snoop’s knee.
Snoop feel down and bashed his head into the chair. Lee looked up, pulled back on his pants, and started to look for who shot that. Before he went, he took his foot and kick Heidi in the side before he shot both her and Mark in the head.
“No need to have them going around, blabbing themselves away.” He said as Snoop gotten up, fought the pain, and then went out into the car.
Lee looked around, his gun already set for the next shot. In the hallway he went, ready to try to kill Cyri. Every door he busted open, there was nothing. Wanting to mess with her, he started taunted her, calling out her name like she was a poor ally cat. When, as he turned around, he felt a slice on his foreleg.
He fell down to the ground, yelping in shock for a second as he saw Cyri running away. He taunted her to shoot him, so had it with his mocking, she did. But, not quite where she expected. She was aiming for his head, but accidentally shot him in the testicles. The last thing she heard from him, before she left, was him screaming. The thing on her mind, was the image of Heidi’s rape and the execution of both of the only people who were a true mother and father to her.
Once she was outside, she ran as far away as she could. At the same time she went outside, Snoop came back in, trying to catch his breath by bringing in a few canisters of gasoline. He checked up on Lee and threw on him a role of duct tape.
“Like I read in a book, just tape yourself up. Once we handle Mychael, we will talk to Donnie about this.” With that, Lee walked into a room and started to tape his wounds.
Snoop took the gasoline, made a trail that lead to outside of the house, and then waited for Lee to come outside. They took off driving, but only for something of a few moments. Once they were far away, Snoop took out a home made Molotov Cocktail and threw it at the house.
While the boys were taking pain killers and drinking a few shots of alcohol in the car, their stereo was playing The Trammp’s ‘Disco Inferno’.

“Okay, I understand that they are dead.” Job said as he tried to push his shock aside. “But what I want to now know is: Where the fuck is Cyri?” Mychael looked at him, tears still falling from his eyes.
“Is their anyone you guys can guess at? Anyone that she can trust?” Jadis and Job looked at one another, both deep in thought.
“It could be anyone. Job, call the guys and I will call the girls. Let’s see if we can find our Cyri.” With that, Job and Jadis called all of their friends to find her.
But, to their horror, everyone has seen the flames and was wondering the same thing.