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.
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