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.
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