The Complete Works Of Author Zach Brehany

Ryan

2011-11-10T21:41:00.001-08:00

The blood that was dripping from his wrists were slowly making him dizzy and lightheaded, but cared he did not. He wanted this pain. He craved it. Ryan looked around, constantly making sure that no one was around him. He hated what he was: a pathetic teenager with human emotions. He knew that, of course, pain is inevitable in life and that sooner or later all humans have to go through it, but he could not continue. Throughout the course of his fifteen to sixteen years alive, he has had witness more tragedy and despair then any sane person would want to admit.
The iced air welcomed him. He was walking outside in the streets the night we began this tale. But for him, this tale began once he came to live in the states. Originally from Germany, Ryan is the middle child of two parents who, without a doubt and beyond apparent, did not really want anything to do with him. For people, this is known as ‘Middle Child Syndrome’. Basically, the parents give attention and love to the eldest and youngest while they give little to none towards the middle child. In Ryan’s eyes, he hated this with a passion.
Even more the deck of cards in his life that he had been given. In his eyes, the only thing he can see is the negative aspects and rarely any of the good. He had good moments, of course (like when he was with his friends). But the darkness overpowers the light in a tremendous way. Over the course of his life, his mind became corrupt to the point that death seemed like an only escape, he could not see any farther ahead in his life, and he had had it with his friends questioning his very existence.
By questioning, I mean that they question why he is always down and depressed, why he drinks, why he cuts, and why he has to be so selfish as to want to end his life that he did not care in the slightest what the impact would have on his friends. In his mind, his friends and family would move on while his body lay wasted in the ground. And every month around the end he tries to kill himself. But there is only one factor that stopped him.
Soren Kane is, without a doubt, the closes thing to a true older brother that Ryan ever had. When he came into Ryan’s life, Ryan’s darkness was already out of control and the ideas of death were torpedoing at him faster then a missile out of a tank. But, he did know that when he added Soren that this was a guy that, once you let him into your life, he would never get out. He will be their and stay with you until the time that either party dies, looses contact with him, or betray his trust. Soren had been their for Ryan, and Ryan knew that his time is up.
He passed a few streets until he reached a dirt field that is a well known spot for people during the day and, once in a while, you would find some teenagers trying to make love in the area. He, himself, had deflowered many girls in this area plus he had went their for times when he just needed to get away. Like right now for instance,
In the center of this entire field is something of a mini mountain that was used by extreme motorcyclists who used it to work on their craft. Staggering to get to the top, he reached their and sat down, his legs dangling off of the edge of the mountain. Then, out of the blue, he started crying while images of the past few weeks flashed before him.
The images were everything from the girl he had loved to Soren talking to him during the dead of the night, trying to convince him to not kill himself. He wanted to hate everyone. Hate every girl that used him as a rebound. Hate every guy that tried to be funny and make him laugh. Hate his entire family due to how they treat him. But the one person he wanted to hate the most was Soren. He wanted to hate him because he was always there to stop him, to check up on him, to care for him, to love him, to help him. He did not want nor needed him.
But, no matter what, he just could not stop it. He could not. He knew Soren’s back story about his abusive (now dead) father, his idiotic brother who is ruining his life every day by not going to school and sitting around doing nothing, his terminally ill mother who is beyond protective over Soren, and the dark secrets of Soren’s past. If it was not for Soren being like him when Soren was Ryan’s age (Soren is ten months older), then he would of told Soren to go away and leave him alone.
Slamming his head down into his already sore hands, Ryan took his knife and slashed his wrists again. And again. And again. Every time he breathed in painfully and his eyes examined with the attention of a surgeon the red blood that spewed from his wrists. The pain was feeling heavenly to him. It stung and it burn, but he liked it. He looked down and started to see the red dirt turn into black mud as his blood spewed every where.
For the first time in months, he was calm. He closed his eyes has he laid down on the dirt. He could still feel his body empting out all over the dirt, feel the stickieness of the blood as he moved his legs to a more comfortable position (his skinny jeans started to absorb the blood). He thought about his past, thought about his friends, and thought about his family. At that moment, he just did not care. He knew he was about to die, and death he was welcoming. He took one final breath as he cussed out the world he was living in and began to fall into a deep sleep.
Until he screamed as he started to actually start falling…

He woke up screaming in his bed as his alarm clock started to blare. He bashed the crap out of it until his hand hurt from him hitting it so hard. He saw the time was fifteen till six. October 28. Friday. He thought in his head why he woke up screaming, and had this weird dream that he tried to kill himself again and while laying down he started to fall. It made no sense to him and hoped that, while he did not remember waking up, that his Black Book would tell him what had happened.
Sense he was in the first grade, Ryan always had a composition book he entitled The Black Book. Basically, when he is having a depressing spell and he could not cut himself to relieve the pain, he would scribble poems and scratches into The Black Book so he could keep a record of all that has happened and he would have an outlet for his pain. Like decaffeinated drinks for a caffeine addict: the taste of the drink might satisfy, but a deeper hunger grows.
He flipped to the part that would contain the last few entries and saw one name that made his suffering restart all over again: Raniqua. Raniqua was the girl that Ryan, at that moment, was in love with. Another characteristic about Ryan: he is always in need of having a girl with him. He needs that female love that none of his other female friends would be able to support for him. His friends think that it is due to his mother never loving him, but it could be anything.
They started dating a week earlier and things had not work out at all. Raniqua rarely speaks to Ryan, talks to him, or even makes an attempt. At times, he felt like he was just a fashion icon for her and that would be that. Yet, he loved and felt for her due to all of the pain she had been through plus she was as suicidal to more then he could ever be. (Soren was once friends with her, but due to problems that neither party knew about, they just stopped talking to Soren’s annoyance)
He turned to the next clean page and grabbed a black ink pin and started to scribble another drawing. It was basically the image of him lying down on the mountain and him falling into a lake of fire with some non legible scribble on top. He could read it, but he was too tired and had to get ready for another day of his personal hell: school.
It took him a very short time to get ready for the day. Usually he slipped on a black shirt, his black skinny jeans, black and red belt, black button up short sleeve-less dress shirt, and then went to the bathroom to pull out a bottle of liquid foundation. He did not put make up on his face, but on his wrists when he cuts himself. Due to how fast the liquid dries, he puts it on so that his parents don’t find out that he still cuts himself. (while his parents do not act like they care about him, they do care when the school complains about the scars)
He opened the vial and began to put some on a piece of tissue paper to rub on his skin. But, for some reason, his skin on his wrist was pale as a sheet of paper (with the exception of the permanent scars that would be there from previous cuts). He remember last night that before he went to bed that he did cut himself when he started thinking about his life again. He remembered it because he remembered the drops of blood that splashed on his carpet by his laptop. He turned around and from where he was standing he still saw the blood.
Looking back at his wrists, he tried to figure out what happened when he heard his younger brother’s alarm clock go off. Hiding the bottle and grabbing his tattered gray sweater, he picked up his book bag and climbed down the stairs and into the kitchen to get something to drink.
His mother and father were their, but they were off talking to Ryan’s older brother. Ryan could possibly care less about what they were discussing due to it not having to do with him and if he did, he would probably just become bored within a few seconds. Sneaking a few cokes into his jacket, he went out the front door by six fifteen with the only thing in his stomach being a coke he got from his parents. He looked in the mirror on his way out and starred at himself.
He was about six foot tall with a very thin build that if you were to look at him without his shirt on, you would think that he was anorexic. But, quite the opposite: he ate and drank any surgery thing in sight. When he looked up and saw his short hair, he was reminded of ROTC and what his price was just so he could keep his parents out of his business. (His parents are obsessed with the military and wanted Ryan to join ROTC as an act for support) His face was one that looked like how he felt: sad and down. Complete with permanent dark circles in his eyes and the shadows that the light created on his face. For many girls and some guys, they liked how he looked. In Ryan’s eyes, he hated it.

The morning ice air hit his face in a sense that created déjà vu in his mind. Once he got to the sidewalk, he saw the silhouettes of two of his friends: Soren and Maynard. Soren was always there early in the dark of night waiting for him. Maynard, due to being annoyed by his bus stop, decided to go to his. With the early of the morning, he knew that Soren would be dazed and not much talkative while Maynard usually acted out and acted crazy for people’s amusements.
He tried to put on a smile on his face to give off the illusion that everything was alright when he got there. He stood around, talking to the two of them plus the few other people that arrived (including his younger brother to his annoyance) until the bus came around.
He started to look around and noticed how he was just walking through his life. Times was going by fast, very little was happening, and he was starting to feel like that he was just a prop in the lives of others. The bus moved at a smooth pace as he leaned on his side of the double seat with Soren sitting next to him. He was hoping that Soren would leave him alone, a request that would sooner or later be destroyed due to Soren going to check up on him regardless.
“Summers gone, and all the roses die.” Soren said, looking straight ahead with a blank expression.
“Um, what?” Ryan removed his gray hood and looked at his friend, trying to find his hair in the giant mass of brown hair that covered Soren’s head like the mane on a lion.
“A saying from a film I got. Robert De Niro was looking at this guy he was planning to kill, and right before Cream’s ‘Sunshine Of Your Love’ begins to play, the guy that is going to dies says what I just said.”
“So you are basically saying that you want someone dead.”
“Come on now. You know I have wanted five particular people dead for what feels like centuries.”
“And as I told you, I am going to try and take care of them.”
“I know what you have said. And you also know that my patience gets tired after a while.” Soren looked at Ryan dead in the eyes. “Besides, you and I were on the computer talking last night and for some reason, you decided to log off with no explanation other then saying ‘good bye’. Now, I can take it that you tried to kill yourself again last night, but that would be me stereotyping you as being an ignorant idiot, which you are not.”
“Then what am I?”
“Taking into consideration you tripping on the air and busting up your knee last week, I would say that you are a loveable idiot. But now I want you to answer my question: what the hell happened last night?” Ryan looked out of the window and thought of something. He could tell him about him trying to kill himself last night and the weird dream of him falling down in the middle of a solid mountain, but while he was an idiot he did not want to make himself look like more of one. So, he through something together and hoped it would work.
“I have no memories of last night. Actually, in relation to last night, I am hoping that you could not talk to me about it. Just, I don’t want to talk at all today.” Ryan leaned his head next to the side window.
“If thou wishes. Sorry for bringing it up.” And with that, Soren took out of one of his pockets the current novel he was reading and got lost into it’s world. At times, Ryan wished he could do the same with his problems. But he just could not no matter what.
At times, he wished he could stop feeling depressed and feeling sorry for himself.
It took a few moments and through spells of falling asleep, he and his friends arrived at school. Once off of the bus, he walked over and started to mingle with the people around him. In his mind, he kept up the act: act happy, laugh a bit, be sociable. They will never suspect a thing. Put on a fake smile, be a regular human. They can never know. Those thoughts and commandments littered his mind. He knew that he was sad, and the idea of death seemed like heaven to him. But he had to keep up this act. He had to. If he wanted to go quietly, then this is the only way.
In his mind, only one person knew about his desire. And he was standing away talking to the army of girls he was friends with. The one person he loved, and yet hated. Soren.

Like with a good majority of life, over time, things pass. The day passed. He did get in a few laughs during lunch (the only time he and Soren have together that they stayed away from each other), talked to Soren about his desires to die during fifth (And, of course, Soren had to respond by telling him that he will not die to Ryan’s annoyance), and then time to leave.
At the bus stop, he was with his so called friends. They hung around, acting like nothing going on, and all the while tried to speak with Raniqua. In his mind, he still had hope that things could, and should, be different. During the time that they have been going out (only a week), he started to get the feeling that this last attempt with love was a complete waste of time. No matter how hard he tried, he could not, at all, get her to listen to him. And yet she expected to listen to all of her problems. In his mind he wanted to slap her upside the head and ask her if she truly loved him.
On a little back story on Ryan: he is what you call a ‘Romeo’. If you have ever read Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, then you are aware of the character of Romero: Love obsessed. Ryan is the real life personification of Romeo. Right down to him wanting to die if he could not find true love. So, over time, Ryan has became something of a womanizer. He preys on girls, looking for love. Due to girls finding him, for an odd reason, attractive, this was a rather easy task. But, when the glamour of his looks passes the beautiful girls and they see the real Ryan, he is left with a shattered heart and a box cutter in his hand.
He wanted this relationship with her. More then anything. He had been their for her for as long as anyone else and even more as a guy. Soren was there before him, but Raniqua, for reasons unknown, stopped talking to him and as such, it was declared positive to consider them not friends. So, that makes Ryan the one guy that has been there for her.
He is aware of her past. What she attempted to do and the hell she has been through. Due to all of that, he felt a close enough bond to her. Plus, he loved the fact that she was curvaceous and beyond attractive.
But no matter how hard he tried that day to pull her to the side to talk to her, she kept on not listening. She heard, but did not actually listen to him. It was like he was only there just to be a fashion toy then a real, loving boyfriend he tried to be. Tried, and tried, and tried. No dice. When his bus came, he decided that he would not attempt anymore and just go home.
The bus ride home was a bore. Complete with him trying to make idol talk with Soren and Maynard.

Back at home, he was lucky to see that the only person in the house was his annoying younger brother and he was passed out. His brother is probably trying to get girls. His mother was out at a bar trying to forget about her life. His father was at work.
Grabbing a coke and a bottle of his secret vodka his mother bought him once, he went up into his room and made a Roman Cocktail. He was suppose to save these only for the weekend and never make one on a school day. But in his mind, he just needed to.
His mind felt like it was being beaten with a metal bat. He was still curious about last night, his true feelings for the people in his life, and the right for him to die. For him, he could not take it anymore. He tried numerous times to die, to kill himself. But with every try, with every attempt, he failed. Miserablly. He grabbed out his Black Book and started to scribble in it. He drew a picture of a stitched up heart with words like ‘FAKE’, ‘SUICIDE’, ‘NOT WORTH IT’ written around the heart. After painting it black, he set aside the book and grabbed out a pocket knife that was left to him when his grandfather died.
Ryan despises every member of his family, but his grandfather, while he did not knew him well, was someone that was a part of him. Not because of how he lived, but because of how he died. When his grandfather was in the hospital on his death bed, he was hugging a young Ryan close to him. Then, in Ryan’s young arms, he died. The heart monitor became dead and an unexpected silence filled the room, filling Ryan’s heart with doubt and terror. He wished that some noise would be there. But, none there was.
To this day, the idea and memory of that death day filled Ryan with bitter thoughts and ideas. To him, that was the only day that scared him. While his mind was on it, he took the box cutter and started slashing away at his legs. He did not feel the pain no matter how much he sliced up his legs. After about a dozen slashes, he looked down and saw his feet in red with the blood hitting the floor.
He still felt no pain. Just a tiny sting that gave him all the satisfactory he needed. Standing up, wrapping his pants around his legs, he hobbled to the bath room and quietly washed the blood off of him. As he saw the red water and the strong odor of iron that only blood can produce, he started to smile. He was becoming immune to the pain. Only a few days left, before…

That night.
He was out walking again with now a pain in his legs but no trail of blood. He did not cut again because he was going to be with his hateful parents and did not want them to complain again. He did not tell Soren like he usually does because he did not want him to give him another lecture on his life. He had to keep it inside of him for no one understands nor comprehends that this is what he wants: his death.
It was a tad bit warmer then the previous night. But, instead of dying, he was in the mood for some fun. Another item left by his grandfather was a walking staff that had a sword inside of it. He knew that he would never, even for his own life, attempt to use this blade on him. This would be saved for his enemies. But tonight, he just wanted mischief.
Around the neighbor hood he went: smashing cars, breaking windows on houses, even, at one point, put a bird out of it’s misery for it had a broken wing. Ryan did think about making the creature suffer more, but that would be low. Even for him. The night went by with him causing chaos and a trail of destruction on his path. Then he found Soren’s house.
He wanted to destroy Soren’s house. Make him feel humiliated as he did. Burn up all of Soren’s novels he was so proud of and dehumanize him to the extent that he would feel the pain he felt. He knew that Soren’s father passed away and that should of hurt him enough to want death, yet the sting of jealousy that Soren was able to lead such a carefree life with no hatred, with loving parents, and with no problems. He hated him for it. Found him annoying because of it. Despised the fact that Soren had, only a year earlier before they became friends, been through exactly the same thing that he went through.
Then the idea had hit him: beat the shit out of Soren. He had the masks, he had the people he could pay, and within five minutes Soren’s blood would spill. Then he saw Soren’s window open and saw, to his astonishment, the giant library of books he owned. He had never seen the inside of Soren’s house (no one ever had) but he was not aware of the magnitude of his room.
On every wall, there was books of every size, length, and genre. All beautiful rectangles lined neatly in a row. The idea of fire and destruction came to his mind as he saw them all. Oh, how he wanted them to burn. He felt the lighter in his pocket and knew that more then likely Soren was in the restroom, his ill mother was asleep, and his idiot older brother is typing a report up in his room. With the fire, he at least, puts one out of his misery.
He opened the window carefully and climbed inside. He smelled the aroma of coffee and smelt the leather of the books. He knew that this would be fun. The silence of the room complimented his mind. Then, without knowing what had hit him, he passed out like he did the previous night.

Next morning he found himself in his bed with his scratches on his legs bandaged up and looking worse then before. When he woke up, he screamed a bit due to the shock of being in his bed again. He looked and saw his mother in the bathroom, cussing out her three sons for leaving a mess. When he looked around and tried to get out of bed, his mother gave him a rather horrifying glare.
“Unless you want to die by the knife I have, you will remain in that bad now. I am beyond upset with you as is and I do not feel like having to scrape more blood off of the ground then I will have to do already.” Yeah, her voice was aggravated.
“What happened last night?” He asked, his voice groggy.
“Well, you snuck out of the house last night, fell down from your window, and scratched up your legs. I called your school and you will be out today. Matthew, what are you planning on doing?” He mumbled a nothing and rolled over. His mother said something, but he did not pay attention.

When he woke up again, his legs still felt like they were put into a blender, but he was still alive and had a trillion questions in his head. He continued to lay down and stare at the ceiling as if he was expecting something. The past two nights made no sense to him at all. First he tried to die and then falls into a mountain, and now this. Nothing made sense. He reached over for his Black Book, until he gave a scream in terror.
“If you must performing screaming, please add some class to it before you break my concentration.” Soren said, slamming a rather large book that was in his hand. Ryan looked around him with the sunlight to use as a light source and stared at Soren.
“How did you get into my room?” He asked.
“Quite simple really: when I got a message from your mother that you tried to jump off of a window, she was worried about you and had a pleasant conversation with me over a cup of her wonderful coffee. She is a woman, that while not all of the time, does care about you. She asked me to give you your school work that we had to do today which you can find neatly on your desk and to inform the teachers of way you were not at school. Also, your friends send their highest wishes for a quick and painless recovery.”
“My mother. Pleasant? I am calling bull on that one.”
“Believe whatever you wish, oh my brother. But she does care about you. All mothers care about their children. Some tend to show it as spoiling them. Some tend to show it through discipline. But I am not here to discuss mothers. I am here to talk and chat about you. What were you were trying to do last night?” Soren crossed his legs (right over left) and leaned back drinking a cup of steaming coffee.
“Why do you even care?” Ryan laid on his back, looking straight ahead again.
“Two reasons: First, you are like the younger brother I wish I had. You see, I care and love you so much that you know I am always here for you. I am aware that my over protectiveness does get annoying and for that I apologize. But it has to deal with reason two. The second reason is because when I am friends with someone, I am bound to that friend until eternity. I must, with no exceptions, follow their every whim and command that will benefit me and them. If they attempt to do something that will hurt them, then it is my job to protect them.” Soren said in one complete breath that ended with a sip of his beverage.
“Bite me.” Ryan responded.
“Tempting, but no. I am quite to full already.”
“Jackass.” Ryan muttered.
“I know you must think of me like that and I am not effected by it. But please keep all name calling for you little Black Book. From what you have shown me that one time, you mostly do save it for then.” Soren said, learning back in his chair. Ryan, trying to control his rage, finally snapped.
“Oh, just shut up, will you!” He screamed. Soren anticipated this and as such, told his family not to come in no matter what they heard. It would be better that way. “I am sick and tired of this! Why can’t you see that I WANT death! I am not afraid of it! I have always had to hide my true self from everyone and live my life in misery on the accounts of people like you! I am tired of it, Soren. I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t live with this family. I can’t live with everyone I hate hating me. I can’t live with this feeling of being alone. Sense June when we became friends, you have annoyed me, made me mad, and just kept trying to help me. Well, I don’t want help! The only thing that can make this better is if I was to die. If you are not going to allow me to die, if you are going to keep trying to make me live, then go away and let me die in peace.” Soren heard every word that Ryan uttered and thought deeply about everything. For numerous reasons, he could not allow Ryan to die. Picking up his book, he stood up and walked to the door.
“As I have told you numerous times, we are both quite a like. In fact, it is almost scary how close it is. As you know, you are acting exactly the same way I did at your age. I hate myself, I hated my life. I wanted to die. Hell, I almost was perfect at the art of killing myself. Then I found my reasoning and everything changed. The reason why I am helping you is because you are making the same exact mistakes I had make. I am trying to give you a reason to live. You come to me for advice and for help on the phone and on the internet. I am only doing my job as a friend. I am sorry if my help is not that of ending your life, but you see, I have retired from that job a rather long time ago. You once said that no one loves you. Well, I will put it like this: if I did not love you, then why am I here talking to you? Ryan, I never hated you nor do I think I ever will. But I just hate the choices you make. Before I go, I want you to remember one thing: Life, without me, would be even more unbearable.” And with that, Soren left Ryan on his bed. Looking straight ahead, Ryan started to cry uncontrollably.

He slept for the next few days until Halloween (that Monday). He was able to walk again, but with a bit of a stiff. He was not wanting to see Soren at all after their argument on Friday and, when you think about it, he was a tad bit ashamed. But there was no way he would ever allow himself to show such a vulnerable side to him.
He did not say goodbye to anyone when he left his house. He heard his mother yell something, but he did not care to listen to it. He was too busy trying to think of something.
He saw Soren underneath the lamppost that was at their bus stop. He was dreading him talking to him, but knew that if anything was to be right, he would have to talk to him. So, he tried only to be met with the silence that only Soren could deliver. It was nerve racking and ate a bit away at Ryan. He never wanted to hurt him, and he did. While ridding the bus, Soren did not say anything until they were near school.
“If it is death you want, then you shall receive it.” After Soren said that and got off of the bus to talk to his other friends, Ryan stumbled off in a haze of trying to figure out what Soren meant by that.

Like every other day, everything was a repeat. Down to how Raniqua treated him. He kept quite when he saw Soren on the bus. They did speak during fifth period about what went down, only to be met with Soren having a rather bitter attitude. Usually when they fight, by fifth period they were back to normal. He was never this quiet or secluded.
But one thing was confirmed: he and Ryan were to go out skulking that night. The term skulking, in this usage, means to go out on Halloween and scare kids for the sport of it. For Ryan, it was a tradition. With his party being only of one, this would have to be effective. If there is one thing that Soren is, at all, good at, it would have to be scaring people. He would not have to say anything. He would just have to walk and before you know it, your blood would run red. Well, it worked that night.
Once they were scared out, they walked around their area talking. Soren was still upset with Ryan over what he has been wanting to do. Ryan was still upset with Soren over him trying to protect him. Conditional hate, I assume. But Soren did learn one thing about Halloween: Ryan loved it because it allowed freaks like them to roam around with no worries about people hating them. For Ryan, he loved that feeling.
When the time was up for him, Soren left. His mother hated the idea of him being out late and wanted him home early. Besides, the moon was already out. When no one was looking, Ryan went back to the mountain that he originally went to when this story began. He looked around and could not find the blood anywhere and saw that there was no possible way for him to have fallen through. The ground was solid and firm.
Taking out a knife, he carved a pentagram into the earth and sliced open his wrist again, pouring the blood over it. Ryan always had a hatred for all religions and as such, automatically done anything that was against the main religion of his town: Christianity.
After the blood filled the pentagram, he drew one on his head and laid down in the dirt again, waiting to die. He knew that he just did not care anymore. He was going to bleed out that night and nothing is going to stop him this time. After a repeat of the blood spewing out of him, he closed his eyes as he felt his heart beating faster and faster, trying to support him.
He started to feel fainted and started to die. Until something even more unexpected happened.
He was off of the ground and into the sky. He had no strength to open his eyes, but had enough to feel to sharp spikes into his neck. The pain he felt was unlike anything else. For him, it was the most unbearable feeling ever, yet one of the most sensual and erotic. Something about this made him want more of it. The higher the vampire and Ryan went, the more these feelings felt.
It took a few moments, then the vampire removed it’s fangs from Ryan’s neck and looked at him.
“Have you tasted death enough?” It asked, it’s voice ambiguous. Ryan tried to nod his head no, but the vampire dropped him outside of his house. Just like he did all of the previous nights.

He slept for days on end as if he was in a coma. It takes a while for the body to recreate the blood that was lost. He should have died due to all of the amount that he lost. But yet, he was still alive. When he awoken, it was night. Everything was closed and the entire room was cold. He felt his neck and felt that the bite marks were gone. Same thing with the slash on his wrist.
Becoming beyond upset, and got up and grabbed out his knife that he had hidden in his mattress and went to end it all. He still had his final suicide note written and hidden. He just had it. He knew he did not see a vampire. He knew he was becoming schizophrenic. He wanted to end it. The blade was against his veins and before he done anything, he heard someone clapping by his window.
Turning on the light, he saw Soren.
“What… how… ?” He asked. Soren, with a toothy grin walked to him.
“Don’t try to cut yourself. It won’t work.” When Ryan looked down, he saw that he was no longer holding the knife, but Soren was. When he looked at the ceiling, he saw that Soren went and through all of the knives into it so Ryan could not reach them.
“Why the hell can’t you let me die?!” He screamed. Soren, in a calm manner, walked to Ryan’s bedside.
“Please don’t yell and allow me to talk.” He pulled up a seat and sat next to him. “Life has no meaning to you, does it? You travel from time to time, looking for the meaning to your existence. You invite death to you. From the whore I saw you with a while back to the thief that followed you until you passed out due to you being drunk. The worry of your poor parents and brothers was unbearable. You want to waste the most precious gift in the world all for personal gain. But you have yet to see that this life is something that you should embrace.
“But, I know that my words mean nothing to you. You want the love of a beautiful girl. You want to be free from your past. You just want to be free no matter how many people you have to hurt along the way. Is that it? But, here is a question I want you to consider: what if I could give you, right now, all that you ever wanted? Pluck out the darkness that is killing you and give you a fresh start. One, in which, you could never die, never grow old, never be sick, but live forever. Only catch: you must live with me.
“As you can tell, yes I am a vampire. I have been around for… God, I don’t even remember nor do I care to remember. One thing vampires do is look for their true love while killing humans. When I came to this town, I was not expecting to find that love. Yet I did inside of you. You are so much like me, and yet you have so much I want. And I know that I posses something which you want: a clean slate. I love you, Ryan. And as such, I want to give you the choice I never had.
“Yes, I drained your blood on Halloween with the hope of giving you the death you wanted. That was going to be my gift to you. Then your heart kept on beating. At that moment, I know that I have found my true love: you. So, I am going to ask you: are you tired of this life and want to continue on, or lay their in that bed being miserable?”
Ryan just sat stunned at the what he had heard. He believed him, but did not. So much did not make sense.
“Before I decide, I want to know: I thought vampires burnt in the sunlight. You have been in the sun yet you do not burn.”
“Like most things when they are dead, they usually dissolve. I do not know the reasoning as to why, but our skin hardens into a thick layer the older we get. I have been around so long that I can walk into the light and never have to deal with being burnt.”
“What about that rule saying that you can not enter a person’s house without their permission?”
“Vampires can. Just, we like it when people invite us in. It deactivates all of our weaknesses. How that works, I do not know.”
“What about all the other myths?”
“They are all, except for the coffins, are just what they are: myths. They were created by our kind so that people would think we do not live. But with the coffins, the blood, all of that is true. If you do not believe me, then that is too bad. But it is true.” Ryan was quiet as he thought things over.
The entire idea was pleasing to him. Yet he did not want to be with Soren for all eternity. Even though it was not directly stated, he knew that Soren would never let him up. He just did not know. Ryan looked over and saw Soren rise up and walk to the window.
“No matter what, I will be back in three days. Either for you or your blood. Do not try to kill yourself because if you do I will stop you. Why? Because I am such a wonderful devil like that. In three days, you will either be reborn again with a new, vampiric life. Or you will die with your body. Make your choice but remember one thing: Life, without me, would be even more unbearable.” With that, Soren jumped out of the window and into the night.
Ryan went to the window to look for Soren, but he was no where to be found.

Three days have passed and it was night again. Ryan, getting back on his feet, he looked around waiting for Soren. He made up his mind and wanted this to be quick. He kept looking around until he jumped in shock.
“Have you said your good-byes to the light?” Soren asked. Before Ryan could reply, Soren jumped on him, knocking him onto the ground hard. The first thing Ryan notice was Soren kissing his neck and feeling his neck, right where the kiss was at, run cold due to the air hitting it. Then, before anything else could happen, Soren bite into his neck and allowed the blood to fill his mouth.
The same feeling Ryan had the first time this happened returned. Only difference is that he knew what was going on. As the blood was being drained, he started to, again, fall into his dream like stance. It was only for a few moments, and then the feeling were gone when Soren took his fangs out from his neck.
“I have drained you of almost all of your blood,” he informed him. “I am now leaving you with your choice: die, or drink from me and live forever.” Soren slashed his wrist and put it into the mouth of Ryan.
As Soren’s blood filled Ryan’s mouth, he started sucking and gulping down each and every drop. The taste was sickly sweet, but he could not resist it. He gripped tighter as the blood poured into him. After about a few minutes of this, Soren ripped his wrist out of Ryan’s mouth and was lunged back, laughing. Ryan on the other hand was shaking and screaming as his body died.
It was nightmarish. Soren explained that this happens to all of them and that he should not worry in the slightest about this. He said that it happens to everyone, but he gets to live through it.
The pain was unlike anything you can imagine. All of your organs shutting down, your bowls releasing themselves for one last time, and then taking in that last, deep breath of fresh air. Then, by now you would be naked, you fall to the ground as your body becomes a paler shade of your natural skin tone and your teeth become longer and sharper.
Soren walked over to Ryan, saw his pale body, and dropped clean clothes on him.
“Seeing as how I am not attracted to you sexually, I do not want to see you naked. Please, put those close on and then go back into your room and get what you need. Due to the nerve destroying racket you made, we don’t have much time before people start to wonder what you are doing. For the clothes, I think the rats and bugs of the sewers will make due with them.”
Then they separated, taking care of their jobs.

It took a few minutes, but everything was set. The note explained that Ryan had ran away from home and to not go looking for him. Naturally, his family did. They tried Soren’s residence only to see that the mother had passed in her sleep and the brother was drained of all of his blood. As Soren would later reveal to Ryan, Soren is able to control and look into the minds of those whose blood he has tasted, which explains how Soren was able to control that woman and her son and make them believe that he, Soren, was related to them.
The family looked everywhere, but after months of trying, they decided that it was no use. They had to declare Ryan dead. Soren was leaked to this, but due to his disappearance, they were a little bit close when they realized that the two of them ran off together. But not as people. But as vampires.

Like everything, time passes and before Soren and Ryan knew it, a hundred years had passed. They saw the fall of America’s economy, the rise of China and Great Britain, the second Renaissance, and the original start to the third World War before people put an end to it. They saw through a lot of history, but it was all hyped up.
Soren loved being a vampire. His seduction of gorgeous people, both male and female, made him beyond perfect at attracting lovers and his life source. He had centuries of practice, and was glad to share his life with the one that was his best friend, and eternal partner, Ryan.
Ryan regretted the choice. Yeah, his life was beyond easier and he did not have to worry about finding his true love (for he has given up on love that not even Soren could give him) and the pains of his past still haunted him and tortured him. The only problem with this is that he could only die if Soren died. One thing about vampires: you can only kill a vampire if you destroy the first, original vampire.
Due to how history is, no one remembers the true original vampire. The way of how he, being Ryan, learned about this was due to him once, in a idiotic manner, tried to kill Soren. When Soren explained that killing him won’t do anything and no matter what, he will always be there, Ryan tried to starve himself of blood. But even that failed.
Soren told Ryan that he will soon learn to love his choice. There are many people in this world and one day he will find his soul mate. When that time comes, Soren will have to leave Ryan. But, until that day happens, a certain phrase that Soren said all of those years ago rang in his head, and deep down, he knew them to be true: Life, without me, would be even more unbearable.

Evil Keily

2011-10-23T11:12:00.001-07:00

EVIL KEILY

She sit’s from her thrown
Looking out over the land
Her ideas form,
As she finds her next prey.

Her eyes of darkness,
Lurking back and forth,
With the flick of her finger,
The person is no more.

The boys love her
Her sorrowful past pulls their heart.
The stories she made,
So expertly told.

She is evil,
She feeds on their souls
Evil Keily’s looking
The next prey to take.

She stalks through the halls,
Her mind always thinking
She finds the next unpopular
Tells her web of lies

Once entranced,
There is no more hope.
His heart is captured,
Her devoted slave.

She is evil,
She feeds on their souls
Evil Keily’s looking
The next prey to take.

She is looking.
She is lurking.
Never look into her eyes,
Or you will be next.

She sets them up,
Her fist comes smashing down.
She will ruin your life,
In the blink of her eye.

They say she is lady evil
Born of pure hell.
She will snatch your soul,
And leave your body to rot!

She is evil,
She feeds on their souls
Evil Keily’s looking
The next prey to take.

The Grins Of Chelsea. Chapter Two.

2011-10-14T22:36:00.000-07:00

SPEAKER: RYAN NIGHTINGALE
SETTING: A LOCAL CAFÉ, THE STREETS
TIME: 12:00 PM, 12:30 PM
DATE: APRIL, 11

A while back,
How long I never remember,
I promised myself I will quit,
All of these damn smokes.

I am aware,
Don’t tell me,
The dangers of this.
I know.

So why do I do it?
What is my purpose?
You can blame my mother,
For smoking while having me.

It runs in the blood,
Like everything else.
Sooner or later I would be addicted,
Now I can never quit.

A long drag,
My lungs filling with this poison,
The slowing of my heart.
All felt good.

As I sipped my coffee,
Plain and black,
I started thinking about earlier,
And the case I was at.

Chelsea Grin attacked.
Why am I not surprised?
He moved around,
About time he came here.

I first heard of him,
Like I am sure you have,
When he first attacked Chicago,
I remember the press.

Fucking vultures,
No Goddamn respect for anything,
Or in this case,
Anyone.

They tortured the victims families,
Asking if they were connected with him,
None of them were.
Not at all.

The media started speculating as usual,
About the motive,
Or what he could look like,
Or who he was.

Most guessed a fan boy of comics,
Evil clowns,
Great acting,
Or giant smiles.

Paint it black.
That is what people thought he was doing.
Painting what black?
Everything.

I saw the photos,
The eyes darkened,
The nails blackened,
Pure nightmarish.

Why would someone want to do this?
What could be the motivation?
There are numerous ideas,
But no concrete once.

Some think it is due to obsession,
Some think due to some moral,
And then the some,
That think it is due to him wanting the world to burn.

We don’t even know what the fucker looks like!
How can we judge him,
Without knowing him first?
But we will regardless.

You can’t get images like what I saw,
The grotesqueness,
Out of your mind.
Does not matter who you are.

I through down some change,
Grabbed my belongings,
And left the area.
I need to go for a walk.

The cold air was a pleasant change.
I usually hate spring.
Despise summer.
Some tolerance for fall.

As I thought,
My mind racing all the time,
I started to wonder my own thoughts,
About this psychopath.

He is insane.
No question about that.
But something is off.
Something not quite right.

Why would a man go around,
Forcing people to smile forever,
Even in death,
With the cuts in their faces?

Makes no sense to me,
Nothing.
I have an idea,
But it seems idiotic.

Back in high school,
There was a killer like this.
Right down to the way they died,
And the conditions.

This guy though,
Can not be him.
That guy died already,
His body found covered in blood.

But he did have the scar,
Peeled on his face.
The horrific grin,
That is the devil’s grin.

Could this be a copycat?
An admirer?
Or simply,
A reincarnation?

Like I said,
This is completely idiotic.
All I need to do is find him,
Take care of him once and for all.

You could say,
If you want,
I have a vendetta against him.
A grudge, if you will.

Like all selfish bastards,
Like myself,
Grudges never go away.
They just grow.

Left,
Right,
Straight ahead.
I am trapped.

There Are A Few Things I Want You To Know About Me. Part Three.

2011-09-11T01:23:00.000-07:00

I LIVE (PART FOUR) March 2011 - Present

To be honest, I am starting to think that as of now, this is going to be the most difficult part of this autobiography I will write. Not because I do not know what to say, but because if anyone reads this, then this is going to be beyond controversial due to me stating so many people that are relatively well known and popular and who constantly go and deny having any involvement. Well, I am here to tell you why it is I have such a strong hatred for some five people and the hell they caused me along with something that had happened last year that nearly got me removed from school due to my mother fearing for my life.

I want you all to think back to the previous part when I mentioned a girl by the name of Keily Hudson. Well, apparently while I was off living the golden age of my Freshman year, she was off plotting some, shall we say, revenge against me due to her misunderstanding some things I had told her the previous few months prior. One thing you have to understand about people like Keily (and after quite a few interviews with different people, I am not the only one who has noticed this) is that they are what High School cliques will dub as a Troll. Basically, they like to go around on the internet and fuck people over for no reason what so ever.

I always, way before Keily, had a hatred for internet Trolls and the reason why is simple: they are obnoxious assholes that only want to get on people’s nerves and screw them over. My question is: why? What do you get out of it? Will it improve your life in the future? No. Only thing it proves is that you are afraid to show your real face and afraid to go against someone in real life and, quite frankly, that is quite pathetic on so many counts it is unrealistic.

But the first sign of this that showed me that these times would come would have to be a little talk I had with her on one of Justin’s statuses. The statuses was about this crap filled film and I made a comment saying that he should, instead, watch this film trilogy I like. Well, Keily acting like a little bitch, decided that it would be best to mess around with me to get on my last nerves. Now, the last time anyone done anything like that, Justin usually took my side and told those people to back the fuck off from me. But this time, he sided with her against me.

Now, not only did this make me beyond pissed off at him, but this also told me that something was not right. Forgetting about it due to other matters, it would be about a month later (and two weeks after I had a little chat with the infamous Austin Anderson (little bastard who decided to go and send me a death threat back in December due to Keily telling him her version of what I said)), I got a message from Keily that was her saying that Austin was abusing her, beating the shit out of her, etc.

Let me make this clear: if there is one thing I take beyond serious, it would have to be abuse against women. One thing about me is that, after reading Stieg Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy (The Dragon Tattoo Trilogy), I started to want to take a stand against men who would hate and abuse women, so I did take the message seriously. But, that is also where my first mistake came into place: I decided to confront Austin personally via Facebook instant messages.

After about an hour of fighting with him, and what I was supposedly calming Keily down, they ended up reveling that it was all a plan to mess with me. But, later on after doing some work into there plan, I have come down to the conclusion that it was all staged to make it look like I was threatening Austin. Now, this is only what I have come down to in terms of a conclusion, but I still will go down saying that it is a fifty fifty shot about if I am right or not.

After spending an hour talking to my friends, I decided that I would allow this one thing to slide. Another mistake.

The next day on Facebook, I got three friend requests: Andrew Van Dam, Camcam (Cameron) Heckler, and Legion Uhhnonuhhmiss. After seeing that the first two were Trolls that were just spamming my wall, I got rid of them, but Legion Uhhnonuhhmiss stayed quiet. Now, the previous night I ended up blocking both Keily and Austin, so when I saw on Legion’s friends that it included Justin Stokes, Andrew Van Dam, and Cameron Heckler, that was the first signal to tell me that this was a giant prank.

But that was not before this ‘Legion’ decided to speak to me.

In a nutshell, he ended up saying that he wanted to beat the shit out of Austin and do unspeakable things to Keily. Okay, if you know Austin Anderson (yeah, I was able to get one of his friends to rat him out), please tell him that the next time he decides to be a complete dumbass in order to screw me over, it would help not to include a list of people that already tried to attack me on the internet.

After about an hour of not speaking to him, he sent me the first of a few death threats that, well, did not go so clear when my mother saw them on my computer (I had to go take care of something, and she saw the message on my computer). Her initial reaction was to keep me home the next day and to call the cops on all five of the people due to them being involved with Legion Uhhnonuhhmiss. But, out of the goodness that I still had left in my heart, I told her not to.

Now, the reason was mostly due to Justin. You see, due to him helping me when I was going through my depression, I had grown some respect for Justin, and while I will admit that I lost ninety eight percent of it all due to this, I had some hope that this would be a one off thing, and that he would redeem himself.

Due to the entire hate/ death group, I started to become partly afraid of my friends. It was not that they were going to try to kill me, but it was due to me thinking that at any given moment, they would turn their backs on me. I hate it when I loose respect for people, and when I started to fear my own friends. But, after speaking to Jenna, Amanda Bernatmonti, and a few other friends (along with Mr. Tiller), I was able to get over the entire group, but I would not forgive them.

There are some things in this world you can forgive. When a dear friend fucks you over for no reason other then to satisfy the screwed up desires of a girl who wants revenge against me when she has no reason to, then it is next to impossible to forgive people.

But, another tragedy would happen that would make this entire thought of this hate group a distant memory for a while. It had to deal with Tiffany.

Now, due to Tiffany Taylor still goes to H.O.C.O., I can not go into detail as to what had happened, but her life was almost destroyed completely. I still remember talking to her for long periods of a time, trying to calm her down. It was not pretty. Even more when she thought that things were going to start getting worse for her. I know this was weird, but the more she trusted me with what was going on, the more I started to have some feelings for her. Now, this might sound odd, but me falling for Tiffany was one of the best thing to have happened to me.

Let me explain. While back in February I did end all of the hatred between me, Kyra, and Brad, there was still a dark pool of hate in my heart from what went on months earlier. But, when I felt for Tiffany, I do not know why, but it just started to destroy the hatred more and more. Plus you have the events of the hate group that took over that hatred in me, so if I had to thank both parties for anything, it would have to be for helping me get over both Brad and Kyra.

Now, while the drama and events with Tiffany were going on, something else happened that would set the stage for the next year of school: Kelsey returned.

Alrighty, now when I originally sent my letter of redemption to Kelsey, she never responded to it. It was only until after talking to Tyler did I learn and realize why. So, once I heard via word of mouth about her return, I decided to resend her another note with the hope that it would work. After speaking with her and convincing her that I was not going to hurt her, she accepted me as a friend on Facebook.

But when I saw her again, for me at least, it was kind of awkward. My guess as to why was because I still had some feelings for her when she left and those feelings never had any true closer. Overtime, we started talking again and, I will admit, things were much better then the last time we were friends. But, to my shock, I started having complete feelings for her along with Tiffany. So, that was rather awkward in that respect.

But, all of that changed over time as things between me and Tiffany started to become more and more quiet. Okay, let me explain about this. Due to the events of what had happened to her, she started to tell me just about literally everything in her life. Well, almost everything (there are a few parts she left out). Over time, my philosophy about this, is that she started to think that due to me knowing so much and that I was treating her a little bit too much like a patient of a therapist (hey, I was trying to help her alone with a few other people), she started to feel that we were becoming less of friends and more of a therapy group. Plus to add to all of that, I started doing the same problem I done with Kyra: I started over reacting to almost everything that Tiffany done and what should would do from when her tragedy first strike to them.

I do not know why I do that, become so involved with the lives of my friends that I want to constantly be kept updated over every little thing that they do. My guess is that due to me keeping so many people out, that when I allow people in my heart wants to protect them and not allow them to do any of the mistakes I have done in the past. Well, that is my guess and I am sticking with it. Only problem about this tragic flaw of mine: it is what mostly ruins my friendships with people.

As time went on with that school year, it became almost like repetition: I would go to school, hang out with my group of girls that were my friends, and life would go on with me still hating all those involved with the hate group. Mom was getting use to her having cancer and her pain, and Evan was still being Evan. So, I take it my golden age (plus being a therapist for my friends) had returned. But, I would end up meeting one person who I would of never expected to be friends with at all.

His name: Matthew Northrup.

Okay, let me make this clear: I have a zero tolerance policy for people that are annoying and who get on my last nerves. For Matt, he fit into both of those categories perfectly fine. I still do not remember when he came into the picture, but I remember that he use to bug the hell out of me about my accent and my now famous long, black leather jacket. But, I decided that I would let him by and not give him much thought, seeing as how he was not really that important to me at the time.

I had some other things going on. Like Tiffany. And my subconscious.

By this point, I had numerous friends and every single one of them had some sort of problem. Their problems ranged from being suicidal to their lives at home to even their love lives. I just, I just lost it. A year is hell on a man. A year plus all the hell that had happened, it is even worse. I wanted to yell at everyone, I just wanted to tell everyone to shut the hell up and leave me be, but I knew I couldn’t. Why? Because I love my friends too much and, one thing I learned about this entire year (and the years from seventh grade and up): in reality, my feelings do not matter. Not at all.

Now, I know that some of you say that my feelings do matter, but look at it like this: every time I allowed my feelings to matter, it always ends in pure disaster for me and the respectable parties involved. When I forsake my own feelings and emotions, nothing happens to me, but things are better for the parties involved. So, me thinking, I decided to forsake any feelings I had for any of the girls I liked and just started to force myself to not fall in love with any girl. I just could not be the cause if anything was to happen to any girl I liked and that was that. So, I decided that I would not believe in love (well, me being in love),

As the school year was coming to a complete close, it started to end kind of like this: me not having feelings for both Kelsey and Tiffany outside of being friends, me hearing that the majority of my friends (with a few exceptions) would be moving, and with one last piece of unfinished business: me, Kyra, and Brad.

Now, go back about a month. I sent both of them requests on Facebook to be friends again. They both answered, but we never talked. Only exception would be on statuses, but that would be only about it. So, on the last day of school, I decided that I was going to let loose of all of my hatred for Brad (Kyra exempted her finals) and try to talk to him. While I only spoke a few things to him, I would say that it was nice to speak to him again. As that day wore on, I will admit that it did become something of a tear jerker when I saw some of my friends for the last time (or, so I thought). There were tears, I ended up kissing any of my friends that were girls (only on the cheek. So, their boyfriends, DO NOT KILL ME!(the only one I did not kiss was Amanda Farris, and that was due to her being with Marshall Lester and, yeah. I did not want to cross that relationship at all)), and I left with something still of a hatred for Keily, Austin, Justin, and anyone related to the hate group.

So, I would say that it was eventful in a way. But, I knew that a few things would happen during the summer that would change quite a few things. One of those things was Justin.

Some time after the events of the hate group, me and Justin started talking about what went down. I got him to admit some of the facts about what went on, but I still did not trust him completely. So, what I ended up doing was having a friend of mine who no longer goes to HOCO to befriend and get some information out of Justin for me. What he ended up doing was revealing that Justin has faked our friendship the entire time. I was, well, beyond heart broken when I heard this. I mean, I knew that he sold me out to Keily (she happened to know only information that I told Justin plus some time after the hate group incident they started dating. Hmm. I am seeing a connection due to his desire to want a girlfriend.), but for months to fake our friendship that I have given him? I was BEYOND disgusted with him.

Due to people asking, this is what Justin ended up saying to a friend of mine who done some background check for me on him. Let's say I was not the most pleased:

"Hokay so

I think he's creepy and weird as fuck, to the point where it's obnoxious

Because he TRIES to be creepy and weird as fuck

i mean i would understand if he was just that way

but no

he actually tries hard to be different

and it's just so. fucking. bothersome.

Plus how he holds grudges and gets really pissed off over stupid things

and jizzes his pants over every obscure movie that nobody gives a shit about." - Justin Stokes

So, cueing Clint Marshall’s Requiem For A Dream, I ended up deleting Justin off of Facebook after I sent him a message saying that I was disgusted with him for what he has done to my trust. I am not going to sugar coat this by saying that it was easy to, but after learning what I learned from a friend of mine who wishes to be anonymous about his actions, it did make things easier.

Things like betrayal are something that sticks with me for a while. I still remember about four weeks after I learned all I did about Justin, I still wanted to extract my revenge on him for what he had done. But, again, Jenna had to talk me out of it, showing me how idiotic it would be. Now, while I was trying to end another piece of hatred, I started to notice something with Kelsey: her and her relationship status.

Now, what I started to notice was that she was in a relationship with Matt after I ended up predicting that she would be with him (seriously, how he acted around her was proof that he had feelings). But, one day, they ended up breaking up and I saw on Matt’s status that he was getting fed up with trusting people. I do not know why I did this originally, but I ended up trying to talk to Matt in order to help him because I felt that he was in pain, and I wanted to help him.

That was until I realized one thing: he had no idea who I was. He knew a person at school that wears all black and drinks obscene amounts of coffee, but that was it. Then he knew a person on Facebook named Zach who was a well civilized person. But, I did tell him that if he ever needed to talk to me, that I will be available for him to speak to me.

Some time later, he and Kelsey got back together, and during one of my talks with Kelsey, Matt got on her account and talked to me. After I mentioned the word ‘Coffee’, I remember him saying something like: Coffee? Wait! It is you! I will admit that that made me laugh that it took him that long just to realize who I was, but oh well. After that brief little talk with him on her account, him and I started talking more and more until we became friends. Sense then, I have been proud to call Matt one of my closest and most loyal of friends. It is hard to come by loyalty like the type he shows in relation to me, but he gave me enough of a reason to trust me.

Now, school would start again for tenth grade. I will say that, for the most part, things were much better then last year. Even better was when I got news that all but one of my friends would be returning. The friend that did not return was Paul. Okay, I will admit that I was heart broken when he said that he would not be coming back because, well, he was one of my closet friends. But, I understand that things would be better for where he moved to, so I would survive.

With school under way, things got a lot better due to me finally having some friends in some of my classes plus me seeing them a bit less, which is great due to that making those times mean much more then seeing them all the time. But there was one person that was suppose to move, but didn’t, that disappointed me in that first month alone: Tiffany Taylor.

The reason why is simple: there are few things I tolerate less then faking my friendship, and one of those things is disrespect. That is the crime that Tiffany is guilty of. Now, I do not want to hear any bullshit from anyone saying that she is going through a lot of problems now and does not want to get me involved or anything like that. When I have done a lot for you over the course of a year and you do not say a single word to me at all, then you have lost all respect. Even more when I see you everyday and you are aware that I am in the area.

But, she I can pass. She disappointed me and that is that. Besides, some other things would soon come up that would end up taking me by storm and that I would be called on to help with. Most of them dealing with some of my friends being caught up in a bad love trap where they have to be with each other or they would end up wanting to die and become suicidal.

Now, I am not complaining about them at all, just saying that that was what was going through my mind for the beginning of my tenth grade year. About the couple in question (Kelsey and Matt), they are happily together and I can not be more happy for them. Those two have proven to me numerous times that they love and care about each other. As of now with what I will write about them, I have high hopes that Kelsey and Matt will continue to be together.

Before I end this, there are two questions that need answering.

The first question is: why did I write this autobiography? Well, the answer is simple: A lot of people at school have the tendency to go and make up very bizzare myths about me and it was getting annoying. Plus, I will admit that I am a person who is lonely and wants to start dating again, but with someone that really knows me. After talking to quite a few people, I decided that I would follow the advice of a certain Maddie Garcia and write an autobiography explaining my life. If it was not for her suggestion to write this, I probably would not have at all.

The second question is: what ever happened to Kyra and Brad?

Okay, due to the saying of ladies first, I will touch base on Kyra. In June she left Warner Robins to move back to Colorado for reasons I can not reveal. But due to Facebook and her and I talking, I think it is safe to say that she and I are closer as friends then we were when she lived here. She is a great friend and I am left with a regret with how I acted towards her and I am still paying for that.

Now for Brad. I want to first start off by saying that I always called him Brad and due to that being the name I know him by, that is the name I refer to him as. Well, with him it took a while longer to be friends with again due to his lack of being on Facebook. But, I believe that in the future him and I will be on the same level of being friends as we were back in seventh to eighth grade. But as of now, things are smooth.

Overall with these two, while I might regret how I treated them, me hating them both is one of the best things I have ever done. If it was not for that, then none of the people I meet and had been friends with would not of happened. I still am sorry to both of the for how I treated them, but I think that time will soon even out all of what had happened. If not, then I am going to have to work my ass off to pay them back.

As I close what I will write so far of this autobiography, I want to close by saying a few words: looking back on my life, I have caused a lot of hell towards a lot of people. To those people that I have hurt along the way of my life, I apologize completely for me and my idiotic cruelty I have put on your lives. I apologize for me being annoying and uncaring, for stalking and hurting your trust. And to the idiots that have hurt me, I have nothing to say to you. But, a few things: I have nothing but content for each and every one of you. You have all attempted to ruin my life in one way or another and for that, I can never forgive you due to the hell you have caused me. The pain you have inflected on me you will soon face. It may not be tomorrow, it may not be next week or even next month. But, you will know how I felt when you betrayed my trust, my friendship, turned some of my friends against me, lead groups against me, or when you have broken my heart. To the rather long list of friends that I have, I can never thank you enough for being there for me as I traveled from hell and back to find myself. I can not thank you enough for putting up with me and for being loyal to me when I was corrupt and for trusting me with the darkest secrets of your lives. You all mean the world to me and I love you all forever.

- Zach Brehany.

There Are A Few Things I Want You To Know About Me. Part Two.

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I LIVE (PART THREE) June of 2008 - March 2011
Before I start this next section of this autobiography, I want to take the time to express something that people have been aware of in terms of details about me, but I have not mentioned yet until now: the seven ex-girlfriends. As people are aware, I have had seven girls in my life that each, in one way or another, impacted my life with the majority of them being in Memphis (girls one through four) not really having any type of impact on my life and then, in return, did not matter that much. I apologize for me sounding like a bastard, but part of this autobiography is that I tell the truth and this is part of it.

Now, you are probably wondering what this has to do with my life, the subject of love. Well, to answer that, all I am going to say is that once seventh grade began, love was the theme of my life for the next two years. But, more on that later. Let’s get back to the story of my life.

Once summer break began for us, I began to become more and more quiet and felt more isolated then ever due to the death of my father. I know I did not care about him until after he died, but I was blessed to have a few good memories of him when he was sober that, once he died, became more and more vivid as the days went on. They were of my father with his vast collection of novels and his love for coffee. I will put it like this: as far back as I can remember, he had two good loves that did not breath: coffee and novels. I still remember the sight of him sitting in his private smoking room sitting on a rather uncomfortable purple recliner chair, his feet crossed with a cigarette in his hand, reading the novels of W.E.B. Griffith with a steamy cup of coffee in his hand.

Due to me being preferred over my brother in my dad’s eyes, he had the tendency to try to always get me to read no matter what. I still remember him coming home some nights when he used to work with a book under his arm, and giving it to me to read but, at that time, I despised books and I would discard it on one of the shelves in our old house. But that did not stop him. Another thing he would do is that whenever I was upset, he would make me a cup of coffee with the hope that it would calm down. It did. But it also lead to one of the most important characteristics about me that he would never live to see and one that is something of a trademark about me.

But back to the story.

While I was falling deep into my mind, I started to become more and more quiet as life ticked by on the clocks of the world. And my mother noticed this with concern. If there is one thing I have learned by this point in my life, it would have to be that a mother is always sad if one of her children is having a problem. Well, I was and my mother thought of one of the greatest remedies that she used on Evan to help him when we lived in Memphis. Due to summer break taking place, she would find me in my room with Fluffy on my lap and asked me to go back into her bedroom with her.

Now, I must stress this: my mother LOVES movies. Even more if they were made during the seventies till the late nineties. When we lived in Memphis, she would take Evan back into her room and introduce him to all of these films that had impacted her when she was growing up and through that expose, Evan started his love of films that would soon evolve into a love for Asian cinema. For me, it done nothing for the longest while. With her, I had seen so many films that I can only remember something of a handful of them.

Well, there was one film she would go on to show me that would impact my life in a tremendous way. Interview With The Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles is that film that, at that time in my life, spoke to me. I know it is clichéd to say so, but it is the truth. During that time, I felt isolated, along, and just different. Interview With The Vampire is, in reality, about people like that who find their own place in this world while coming to terms with who they are. That was the message I got from the film and I ended up applying it into my life in ways like me wearing all black even more, exploring my love for reading and writing, and having an interest in all things macabre. I know that this is rather odd, but that is what that film done to me.

Anyway, when we got all of my father’s $33,000 finally, we started off for finding a house that we can move into that could support us. I am not going to go into the rather dull details of us moving because there will be no point in the matter and nothing particularly life changing had happened during that summer that effected my life.

We did not move into the house all at once, but it took about three months due to us having to come up with the money to fix a few damages that had happened in the apartment (hole in a wall, a few scars here and there). Little word of advice: I never recommend living in an apartment. Why? Because you will have no creative control at all in the area. You can not get rid of the white washed walls, not allowed to hang pictures/ posters, and it was just dreadful, so the house we ended up getting was something of a complete breath of fresh air for us all.

Well, after what I call me being Born Into Darkness was completed (Basically me turning into what I am now), seventh grade began. At first, it was like most school beginnings, plain and nothing new happening. And for the first month and a half, it remained like that. Until, something I never expected had happened: I ended up making my first real friend. And how I ended up becoming friends with this person is something of a odd predicament, but it would end up impacting my life in a rather interesting way and, in a few facts to point out, would map the entire floor for the next two to three years of my life.

Aaron ‘Brad’ Rogers was the first person I will admit that I was friends with. But if one was to think about it, we became friends during the second nine weeks of school in art class. It was only him and I at a table due to all the others were filled so, naturally, to past the time we started talking. The only thing that shocked me was that I was not alone in terms of being different with the way I had an outlook on life, opinions about topics, and above all else, was not of the norm.

To be honest, it was quite refreshing to have someone that can be considered a friend. Even more when I would end up having him in my History and Science classes (and for a while my Literature, but more on that later), along with him living in the same area as me. The only thing I did not particularly care for was that he was a tad bit stubborn in some of his classes about his work and had to look onto my work with the hope I had it right. But, seeing as how friendship was my payment for helping him, I decided not to make a deal out of it and just allow him. Rather have a friend then loose one over pride.

For a while, with me having a true friend, things were going good. Until, something I never expected had happened to my young self that made the world both one of light and one of darkness. I feel in love with a girl that, at the time, was the most beautiful, wonderful, and yet complex girl I have ever meet. And, to be honest, me falling in love was by accident completely. Why you ask? Let me explain.

Originally I liked a girl that went by the name of Amanda ‘Mandy’ Lehrmann for reason I sadly do not remember now. But, it was through me trying to get to know her did I learn about Kyra Edwards: the girl that would set the stage for my life.

My question for you all is: have any of you ever fallen in love before? Ever feel heed over heels for someone you know nothing about, yet felt that you could understand them? Just to the point that on their command you would massacre anyone for them? That was how I felt when I first saw Kyra. It had to be magic, but like a spell that was not taught properly, I did make one mega mistake when I feel for her: I did not try to be her friend at first.

At the time, a certain vampire novel series called ‘The Twilight Saga’ was rather huge at the time and it seemed that almost every girl in the world was captivated in this poorly written romance series that has, as of now, disgraced vampires. But, I was a young man that had raging hormones and I wanted her to like me. So, what I ended up doing was reading the books and tried to be like the male characters in the tale for I figured that if I acted more dark and mysterious then how I already am, it would work towards my benefit. Yeah, you can add that to a list of complete epic fails.

I tried for months to gain her love and interest. I did make friends with some of her (one of these friends and one that would, in some ways, help me was named Joseph ‘Joey’ Lawrence), but that done nothing for me. That was until had to go into my new math class (I will get to why that had happened soon. Do not worry) because in Science we were dissecting frogs and she did not want to. Strange how I remember details like that when they seem so unimportant. Anyway, when she was sitting at the cluster of desks that I was at, I remember her asking if we knew anything important that had happened on December 9. Well, long story short, due to her writing a story that involved that date, I ended up talking to her about writing stories which lead me to give her one of my earlier (and now, one of my worst) short stories I had written: Night Of The Reaper. I still remember her reaction to the tale. Basically during our break period which lasted twenty minutes in middle school, she went to where I was sitting at, asking me if the story was real or not. Personally, I was surprised that she asked me that because I was not really expecting to hear her response (though I do remember seeing her walking kind of quickly down a hallway, her nose in the pages, reading one then handing it to a friend that was walking behind her), but I was content that she was interested nonetheless. If I had to pick a certain time in my life that would of started the history she and I share, that would have been the first true start.

Now, I need to go back and explain something that, in a lot of ways, impacted me that most.

As it is mostly well documented, I have not always been the most well liked kid at school no matter where I went, and for some obvious reasons. But, over the course of time in seventh grade, three people decided to take things a little too far in my opinion. Basically, three kids decided to go around and started to tell people that I was plotting to kill people, drink their blood, then kill myself so I could be with my father. Okay, let me explain something: I might have a strong dislike towards a good majority of people at school due to them acting like a complete army of idiots, but very seldom do I want to actually play God and end their lives. Second, I will admit that I use to freak some kids out by tasting my own blood, but who has not done that? If you say that you have never, when you have gotten cut, tasted the red blood that came out, then you are lying. Everyone has, but I take it that due to me being me, people took it beyond the wrong way. And for the part of my father. I will admit that I was getting over his death, but I had no desire to kill myself. I had some friends, a girl I liked, life was going good for me.

Anyway, through the usual channels, one thing led to another and a consoler at school by the name of Mrs. Burke ended up thinking that these rumors were true and did not decide to take the initiative to check and make sure that some idiotic kids did not make them up. So, on March 10th, I was called up to the front office to see two police men, Dr. Davis, and Mr. Langley in an office waiting for me. They told me what had happened (them hearing the rumors), and that the school decided to call law enforcement to have me be put under arrest under the suspension of plotting murder and that I was going to be sent to a hospital to get evaluated to see if I really was like this. If I was, then it was to be a mental hospital that I was to go to.

You want to know what pisses me off the most about all of that? No one even asked me if this was true or not. Not the fact that kids were spreading rumors, but because I did not have any input on this at all. So, taking me, they took me to their cruiser were, right in front, I saw my mother’s car with Evan sitting in the passenger seat, both looking beyond scared. From what I learned, they called Evan out of class and called mom to tell them that a crisis was going on and they needed them both there immediately. Okay, now here is the thing: mom demanded that she spoke to me first to make sure that there was no mix up or anything like that at all. But the school denied her of that privilege due to the ‘extreme nature of the crisis’. Let’s just say that it was not pretty.

Once we got to the hospital and for some reason they had to do blood work on me (I do not know nor remember why) and this therapist came in to see me. Let’s just say that after about ten minutes of talking with me, it was announced that I was not insane or murderous, but kids are just (please excuse my language) little pieces of shit that are no good for anyone. But, due to the school wanting to evaluate some suspects who started this rumor, they wanted me to take a ten day absence from school until such a time that I could return (on March 21st).

Now, back to the main story.

Before school ended, I did have a chance opportunity to actually talk to her. Okay, this is what happened: it was the penultimate day of school. I have been bottling up the courage to talk to her, and thinking that this would be my last chance, I decided that I might as well give it a chance. So, in a way, I kind of followed her home until I decided to start talking to her, asking her where she had came from a year prior to that year. After that, I think I had the most enjoyable talk with anyone I had that entire year. I do not know why, I just had a wonderful time. But, like all things, soon it ended and she went into her home and I walked to mine.

As the end of seventh grade year came to a quick close, I still had some friends and I still had a love for Kyra. I did tell Brad, only to find out that he also had feelings for her as well. In my mind, this created one of the greatest problems I had at that time. I wanted this one girl, my closes male friend wanted the same girl, and I was curious as to the outcome of us wanting the same person. Well, that would of have to wait because during the summer, I ended up staying locked up in my house due to the heat.

A lot can happen to a person during two months of separation from society of other people. You start to learn about yourself, you start to learn the value of human companions, and you start a project that will end up lasting the next few years of your life. As a lot of people are aware, it has always been a dream of mine to get a book published and made and the name of that book is called The Vincent Saga: The Origin Of Vincent. Now, ever sense some people have read part of it, I have been asked time and time again about the origins of this story. Well, due to the writing process began during the summer, I might as well start telling this story.

As I have stated earlier, seventh grade was something of a monumental year for me due to me starting to make up something of a group of friends for once. Well, me being bored at home and that I could not see them, I decided that it would be fun to create alter egos of my friends and start writing stories about these bizarre adventures we would have. One of them was of an organization that would take down gangs that had taken over their town. Due to what was on the news at the time involving teen violence, I decided to expand on that idea and to have it grow to a tremendous amount. What resulted was the last ten days of summer break being filled with me writing the first ten chapters of The Origin Of Vincent.

I will admit that it felt great to write these characters, learn about their past, and to help spread the word of their likeness. But, sadly, I would have to put on hold the tales of Vincent and his friends due to eighth grade starting.

I will say that I was a little bit anxious to have this year began due to only having one thing on my mind: win the heart of Kyra. I will say that I was a bit cocky on my approach for trying to win her, but I had no real plan in mind, so I ended up just sitting back in my seat on the bus while waiting for her. My reaction to when I first saw her that first day of school was shocking. I do not know why, but I felt my heart slam in my chest to a complete stop when she walked on. What can you say? I was a cupid bitch slapped fool.

But there was something not quite right with her for about that first week. I know now that I can be creepy due to my presence that I have acquired over the years along with my voice, but Kyra just kept on being cautious around me to a point that she started taking completely different routes to anywhere that we had to go together (aka: our first two periods of the first nine weeks of school) and even when going home she took a different route. I will admit that I was offended and yet worried, me wondering what it was that I had done wrong. But I did notice one thing about all of this: Brad was with her a whole lot.

The first week went by with me trying to control my heart around her and to figure out what I done wrong to her. So, I done the first thing that came to my mind and started going to her bus stop in the mornings and getting off at the one she got off at after school. I thought that this would help. Yeah, it did not. After a few days of me doing this, she started taking different ways to get to school that added to my annoyance. But, my heart wanted her and I would get my chance to hang-out with her after school.

It was about some time after she was used to me being around and we decided to spend about two hours just walking around and talking. For me, I loved that time because I was able to hang out with a real person and the fact that I liked her made things even better for me. Did I mention that I was a cupid bitch slapped person at the time?

Okay, let me pause the story to add some commentary on what I have done so far. As of now, I am ashamed at how I acted back then. I know that I was being a complete stalker towards her and I know that she was beyond uncomfortable with my presence. But that is the thing about love: it makes you do things that you would normally never do even if they are beyond idiotic. Now, do I wish I could handle this situation better? Yes. But, I can’t so all I can do is write out what I done.

Well, time went on and in my mind I was thinking that we were starting to become good friends due to how I thought we were acting like friends. In Kyra's mind, it would be later that I learned about the fact that she did, in fact, have something of a crush on me. Now, personally I wish that she would of acted on those feelings because, hey, I was a single, lonely man and I wanted a girlfriend! Regardless of what I wanted, fate would have something else in mind. Well, all of that changed one morning when I heard something that I doubt I was suppose to hear.

That she was dating someone. Let me tell you something about guys: when they fall in love with a girl then learn that that girl is dating someone, the guy is going to feel hurt because they built up this entire mental image in their mind of what it would be like to be with that girl. But, at times, the idea of that type of future becomes so vivid that it clouds the mind of the person in love that they start to loose focus on reality.

The next few days after I learned that news was not the most pleasant. I started wondering all sorts of questions ranging from what I done wrong to what can I do to make her like me. Hell, it went to such an extent that I ended up writing on the internet this long letter that basically was me ranting about how I felt (this letter has, as of now, been destroyed and for good). Well, Kyra read it and she was not the most pleased.

After me trying to redeem myself, things went from okay to bad. Over the next few months until some time in November, there was this rather sick tension in the air as I tried to be a friend towards someone I was overdoing it with. Then, on November third, due to me being stalker like towards her, we stopped being friends and I fucked up big time.

But, like most guys, I blamed everything on her and not on me. Through me blaming her, I ended up making myself sick. It was not fun at all, and just reminded me of how much of a fool I was for being like that. For two months I went from having terrible stomach pains, having beyond high paranoia, to even vomiting nonstop at times. When the Rock band Nazareth created the song ‘Love Hurts’, they were not lying.

Now, I need to go back a bit to August to tell some things about what I got Kyra to do. Now, this is not really THAT important, but for how me and Kyra became friends again, it kind of is. Okay, back in August I ended up creating a blog that I used to document my life on and to post any stories I wrote along with reviews. Well, to get to know Kyra better, I had her form a blog that I used to learn about her. When I went through my depression (if you want to even call it that), I ended up making some friends with some people on the internet and found myself being a little bitch by telling them about what was going on. Now, this person known as Heaven And Hell (real name, I do not remember) went and ended up spamming her blog to such an obnoxious point that even I knew that he was filled with shit.

After Kyra wrote this GIANT post on her blog telling him to back the fuck off, she ended up reveling that, in relation to me acting like a total asshole, that time has allowed her to forgive me and that we could try for the second time to be friends, but not have me being an annoying little pest.

I originally got Heaven And Hell to not only Troll Kyra, but also to try and get her to forgive me. So, he kind of done what I wanted him to do, but not at all how I wanted it all to play out. For that entire episode, Kyra, I do beyond apologize and if you are pissed at me for doing that, then I apologize.

But, let’s now get back to the story.

Okay, now we are in January and things are going beyond fine for me, Kyra, and Brad. Yeah, I have not really touched base on Brad at all, have I? Well, that was foolish of me. Let me state of few things about his involvement in all of the first five months of eighth grade. Well, basically his role was being Kyra’s best guy friend. In that sense, he basically done anything that she asked him to do, befriended the same people, etc. So, when Kyra first started hating me, he done the same. Remember when I told you that love changes a person? Yeah, I was not kidding. So, due to his love for her, when she and I became friends again, he decided to befriend me again and it all starts over, but this time, our friendship being real as I tried to get onto a more personal level with these two people.

Well, as January started to progress, I did notice some different things about Kyra. The first was her new interest into Christianity. This took me as a surprise because, back when we tried to be friends, she was against the idea of religion. So, when she came out as being a devote Christian (I learned when I saw a copy of Left Behind in her book-bag when we were walking home (I was not stalking her belongings! I just happen to notice it due to her book-bag being open.)), she decided that it would be best for me to start going to church with her family, thinking that what I needed was spiritual guidance in my life.

Okay, during this time I still had romantic feelings for Kyra and I will admit that I was willing to do anything to spend time with her. So, I figured that I have nothing to loose by going every Sunday to church with her, so I went. At first, I felt BEYOND out of place because, well, you already have a mental image of what I look like. But, for a while, I was thinking about being a Christian again due to the fact that, at the time, some of what the main preacher said was making sense to me. But, much later on, me thinking about it, it was not that what he said made sense as much as what he said was basic human ideas and thoughts that we all had. But, this is not about religion (I will get to that later on). This is about me, Kyra, and Brad. So, let’s get back to that.

As time was going on, I realized that I was in need of creating a profile on the website known as Facebook to help me with Kyra. Because, as how I looked, everyone in the entire world has a Facebook profile and as such, it would be easy for me to befriend Kyra, start talking to her, and then over time, try to win her heart. So, one day, I went and created my profile with the first three people I added being my brother, Brad, and Kyra. While the time went on, I started adding more and more people, until one very special person added me, and I did not even know at the time that this girl would end up saving my life. Actually, I was not aware that I even knew she lived here for a while.

Jenna Fullmer is, without a doubt, one of the closest friends I have in this entire world. Yeah, that is a good way to start this off. But, how we became friends was due to me being selfish in my motives. Originally, I befriended Jenna because she has a strong connection with Kyra and, as I figured, if I were to learn more about Kyra through her, I would be well off. But what I got, other then a complete slew of knowledge about Kyra, was someone I would end up trusting with all of my friends.

She is something special, and one of the few people I wish to God still lived here. But when she did, I never even knew she existed, so maybe her moving was the best for me in that sense. But, I still wish I could see her. While she was becoming a great to perfect friend of mine, it would be a while before I could, at all, have her be a major character in my life. So, more on that later.

Time went on for me and Kyra, and all through out February, we hanged out and were good friends. It was around this month that I ended up introducing Kyra to something that would, well in my life at least, be of some importance. During that time of my life, I was beyond addicted to a film called Repo! The Genetic Opera. To put it in the best of terms, that movie changed my life completely. I never learned why, but it just spoke to me and, after allowing both Kyra and Brad to borrow the film, it changed a few things in the sense that I finally got them to like something that I liked. For some reason, that made me have a bit of pride in myself due to me having that much on an influence of the lives of people. But little did I know, that that film would be one of the few happy things to happen for Kyra at that time in her life.

Before I explain what that is, I want to make one thing clear: while I did say that this entire autobiography would be unedited and would tell the whole truth, I have been forbidden by Kyra Edwards to reveal that event of what had happened to her that changed, well, everything. All I will say about what had happened to her that made something as little as Repo! seem like that last bit of happiness, was really terrible and mind shattering. For the pain she suffered, I can not imagine along with the isolation.

On the day after that event, she ended up telling me over Facebook, and I still remember that the very words I said to her about that was me confessing my love to her. The reason why I done that was, not only due to it being in the heat of the moments, but also because I could not believe that she trusted me that much as to tell me something that secretive. I just felt touched and love for her because, along with what I have said, I wanted to help her through this. But, while I felt all loved and sorrow, I also developed a hatred towards the person who was also involved in that scandal. I can not say why, but I think that was the first time I ever really hated someone.

Along with all of that happening, I started to change from being a friend, to someone who would stalk Kyra around. Not like what I had done earlier, but in the sense that I was worried about her and I wanted to make sure that at all hours of the day, she would be alright. Hey, I cared about her and I loved her. What the hell was I suppose to do when I learned about her great tragedy? Well, Kyra hated that part of me. She hated the fact that I was freaking out over something like that, and looking back on it, she had every right to. But, this was different then the last time she hated me for doing something. Now her friends in Warner Robins were starting to despise me for this also. But none so much as the hatred that Brad had for me about this.

During the entire month of March, once Brad learned that Kyra trusted me with something and not him, he started to get jealous to such a point that he would start to pick fights with me almost everywhere and, mostly, on Facebook. During the Spring break my school had, Kyra had to leave Georgia for a while due to loosing someone close to her and Brad decided to take this time to try and bring me down so that I could not be with Kyra. I will admit this: for being a year and a half younger then me, he knows how to fight.

And fight we did for so long that week. It seemed like almost everyday he and I would get into fights over the most stupid of shit that, it was all pointless. Plus, to add to my frustration that he was trying to win Kyra over, I was dealing with a serious problem at home. A few weeks before all of this had happened, we got a call from Social Services stating that they had to inspect the house due to complaints that me and Evan were being raised in an unfit and not safe house. This, if you would not have guessed, drove my mother insane to no end. But the main question was: who called social services? Well, my family had a guess and, at the time, it seemed the most plausible.

Due to my mother’s doctor living in Memphis, she twice a year takes a trip to Memphis to see her doctor so that she can stay healthy. When she goes, she usually carries Evan along with her due to Evan having a knowledge of my mother’s health and finance records. Well, due to my mother never allowing me to have people over, I got fed up with that so I decided that, for once, I was going to have someone over. And that person ended up being: Brad.

Well, while we had a suspect as to who was to blame, we just wanted to get through this. I made a terrible mistake by allowing someone into my house, and that was the price I was going to pay for it. For that entire Spring Break, I had to deal with the government trying to take me away while dealing with one of my friends being one of the most intolerable of people in this world. Once the drama with the social workers was done with, I started to worry about what to do with Brad and that entire problem.

Once Spring Break ended, I learned over the course of two moths what to do, and I only had to do the last thing which, at that time, was one of the most difficult things I ever had to do in my life to that point. The first was Brad deleting me off of his Facebook account due to him and I getting into so many arguments. I was devastate by this. I wish I could of talked to him at the time to tell him not to do that, but he did and there is no going back as of now. But, soon I had another issue to worry about: me and Kyra.

When she got back from Colorado during that Spring Break, she acted like a completely different person. She was not the Kyra I originally loved. This new Kyra was, in the most blunt of ways, a total bitch and a half towards me and, I just did not know what I done wrong. So, me being the dunderhead that I was, I decided to try and find out. As I continued to look for the reasoning behind her starting to hate me, I started to change in a lot of ways that I never expected.

The first thing that changed about me was me being beyond quiet. Well, more quiet then normal. I do not know why that mechanism had taken over me at that moment of time, but it did. The second was me feeling more and more depressed. Now, this was due to something I started to notice right off the bat: Kyra was spending a whole lot more time with Brad then normal. I know that they are friends and all, but that just effected me to no end in the sense that I was becoming a tad bit offended due to me thinking that she was mine.

Over the course of those two months, I found myself becoming sick again as my body started thinking that I was to blame for her avoiding me and, in the most simple of ways, treating me like shit by avoiding me, telling people that I was stalking her, and above all else, being a complete pest. But, along with the two things mentioned above, another thing had happened: my addiction to coffee grew more severe. Before all of this had happened, I was drinking about six cups a day. Now, by the end of May of 2010, I was drinking about sixty a day.

But the one thing that made it all spike was when I done something that, at the time, was needed. After Kyra revealed that she was dating Brad, something she said she was not going to do until she was sixteen, I decided that I had had it with her and that I could not, at all, deal with her anymore. So, beyond pissed off and my jealousy turning into pure hatred, I deleted her off of Facebook so I would never had to deal with her again.

At first, I thought that that was going to help me in the long run due to me wanting to get over Kyra and forget all about her. At first, for about a few days, it did. Then, it all went to hell and forever down that road as I started to hate her for her driving me into the state I was in. I was never suicidal at all in my life. But, at that moment in time, you could say that I was due to my thoughts and me wanting to end the pain. So, to add on to the coffee drinking, I ended up bloating up to two hundred and sixty pounds, then started starving myself, and do not get me started on the suicide attempts.

What is so sad is that I would of almost been successful with offing myself, if it would not have been for two very important people that would, over the course of the next year, have a giant impact on my life. The first was Jenna.

As I might have stated earlier, Jenna Fullmer is a beyond dear friend of Kyra’s so, for this depression, I ended up turning to her for assistance in order to help me. I still remember some nights she would talk to me about what was going on and try to calm me down over what was happening. Then you have the emails she sent me that did help in the long run. Jenna showed me that she was the real deal in terms of being a great friend, and to this day she still proves to be.

While Jenna is one of the main factors in helping me (and would play something of a larger role in the year to come), there was one person who ended up being a beyond close friend to me. His name is Justin Stokes.

Let me first say that if you were to imagine a popular Russian version of me, you would get Justin. But the reason him and I became friends was due to both of us were dealing with the exact same problem: we were both heart broken over a girl. His was a rather beautiful Indian girl who, due to me not having her permission, I can not state her name. But, wow. He was in love with her to no end. And, like what numerous people would end up doing, he decided to reconcile in me all of his thoughts and feelings about this. And what I ended up doing was the same thing. Overtime, through long nights of talking to him, I ended up finding in him a rather close friend.

One of the things that confirmed to me that Justin was a friend was when he would help me with trying to get Kyra back. Basically, I would spend nights at my computer, typing away these long letters that were my own hope for winning her back. I would send them to Justin, and he would go all Roger Ebert on them to see if they were good enough. This went on for weeks until Kyra just stopped returning my messages. You can kind of say that I milked that cow a little too much. But the point of this is that, through me having Justin read my messages, I personally felt something of a bond between him and I that was a result of friends helping one another.

Most of that summer was spent with me talking to Jenna and Justin, trying to help me out with Kyra and, at the same time, stop me from killing myself. When school started again, I will admit that I was terrified to see Kyra and Brad again because of last year. But, when you have something of a job to do, you just have to grow a pair of balls and deal with it.

With me being in high school for the first time, I started to realize that I had severely underestimated the magnitude of this place. Even more when I came into contact with one teacher who would end up doing something that no other teacher had ever done: help me with my voice and half way through the year would help me when I face two major blows against me. I will say that I have never in my life come across a teacher that is as fun, crazy, and psychotic as Mr. Keith Tiller. Now, as I have said, he will be an important player later on in this school year, but at the moment he was the main comic relieve for this play called my life.

School, I will admit, was pretty lonely for the most part at the beginning. Now, this was mostly due to the hell that was caused between me, Kyra, and Brad was still beyond present in the air and the atmosphere among people that I knew that knew about all of this. So, for me, I decided that it would be the best to stay inside of the main media center so that I would not have to deal with the sight of people having conversations and I would not have to be jealous over people who were fortunate enough to have friends that would be willing to take the time in their lives to be with them.

Believe me when I say this: one of the worst pains one can feel is the feeling of isolation and solitude while feeling excluded from human society.

Now, while I was off having what I call my Romeo Montague stage of life, three very important girls entered my life. One that would serve only as a minor character at first. Another that would be one of the key players for this entire year and one that, even till today, I still owe a lot to. The last one would set the stage for the second half of the school year.

The first girl’s name is Kelsey Dozier. I will admit that how I became acquainted with her was, shall we say, rather odd. Mostly it involved her wearing her, at the time, ROTC uniform and poking me in the sides while I was at my locker, getting my coffee for lunch. At first, I was just shocked that this girl I did not know was poking me in the side and, I will admit, was kind of ticklish and I was confused. Until I decided to tlak to her on Facebook.

After talking to her, she ended up being rather cool and it did help me get over my depression over Kyra a bit, but at the time she was close friends with her and I hated anything that dealt with Kyra. This ended up being the nail in the coffin of Kelsey’s and mine’s first friendship. I still remember that it was on a night of some dance and Kelsey was talking to me on Facebook. One thing that I was in, during that day, was a hieight of emotion due to Kyra, and I ended up saying some of the most disgusting, disturbing, and completely morbid things I have ever said. Well, this result in me and Kyra not only hating each other more (from what my understanding is, she read what I wrote), but it also drove Kelsey to not wanting to be friends with me anymore. Now this was due to her being scared of me because, well, I am the kind of person whose appearance says that I might go and kill people. So, in that respect, I understood while she was scared of me, but this mostly caused me to be mad at myself. During some of the times she and I talked, she would tell me some rather secret things about her and that, like with Justin, built that trust that I thought would mean that we are friends. But, due to my hatred and asshole nature, that ruined it all. What is even more sad was that before I could even apologize for what I had said, she disappeared for about five to six months. That was something like a complete sword through my heart. You could say that, at the time, I might have had some VERY minor feelings for her, and then those were gone.

The third girl (due to a LOT of reasons, I am skipping number two till the end) was named Keily Hudson. I will say that I originally befriend Keily because, well, I thought she was Kelsey. Hey, I did not know Kelsey’s last name and I thought that the names were a too similar, so that is why I originally added her as a friend. Well, as time would go and be, I would not end up talking to her until a month had passed and one day when I was bored and needed someone to talk to. I will say that we did hit it off with us talking to one another and, well, it was enjoyable. Even a little scary due to how much she and I had in common in terms of interest and ideas. But, to talk to someone who was not an idiot at school, it was enjoyable.

For about a few months until December, I was in love. It is not everyday you find a girl that, not only was cute, but had a very good head on her shoulders. Then, the second blow unto me.

At the time, Keily was dating someone by the name of Austin Anderson and she was having, shall we say, very mixed to worried thoughts about him. So, what she decided to do was council in me all of her worries and basically ask me for advice. I told her that if she was so worried about this, then it would help to talk to him about these paranoid thoughts with the hope that they would all be sorted out. Well, let’s say that there is a way to misinterpret something that someone says, and then there is a way to completely bastardize what someone says. She went for beyond bastardize what I said.

In her mind, what she thought by talking to Austin about what was wrong was, in fact, me trying to make her like me over him. That was not it at all. But, she screwed up what I said beyond reorganization and there was nothing anyone can do about it. I tried to help her see my way, but it was inevitable of what to do. So, that is another friend I lost. And when all of this happened, it ended up happening during one of the worst times of my life (that I will get to later). But little did I know that she will soon make an appearance in act two of this school year.

Now for the second girl and the one that will play one of the most vital roles of this school year. How I started talking to the girl known as Tiffany Taylor has to be one of the most bizarre ways I have ever had any girl start talking to me. The reason she originally started talking to me was because she was madly in love with a friend of mine named Tyler Wright and wanted my help to get him to like her. Now, I am one of those people that has the tragic flaw of always helping beautiful girls with any problems they had, so naturally, I was able to help her win the man she loved.

Due to my services with her, she started talking to me more and more until we became something of friends, but still in the gray area of kind of knowing each other. But for that first half of the school year, that was the only time I would really know her.

Not for the tragedy that made what had happened between me and Keily even more worse.

The time is Thanksgiving Break. The day right before Thanksgiving, my mother comes into my room in worry, shock, and tears. She wakes me up to have me check something on her left breast. I will say this: waking up to your mother having a lump on her breast is not the most lovely of ways to wake up. Well, after that little episode, we decided to have a doctor check on mom to see what was wrong and all we were able to get out of him is that the lump had to be removed quickly.

Flash forward to December. On the 21st of that month, we took her to the emergency room to have the lump removed. In the end, it was not cancerous (it was a hardened piece of fat that was on her left breast), but there was something wrong. The doctors performed some blood work to see if anything was wrong, and then we got some of the most life chattering news ever. On December 25th, Christmas Day, two things happened to me. The first was Keily officially ending all ties with me. The second was that my mother was officially diagnosed with cancer.

Now, there are thousands of books that describe how bad a Christmas can be. With this Christmas, I would say that it fits in the middle of all those books in terms of being bad. I still remember the shock that was painted on everyone’s face, the pure sorrow. I will say this about the news: you never know how much someone means to you once they are effected by something that will, in the end, destroy them.

Well, once school started back up, I was a little bit over the shock of the events of December, but not quite. There were a few people I did turn to for support, and one of them was Mr. Tiller. I never knew why I turned to him for support over something like this (after the event’s of seventh grade, I developed something of a complete paranoia of teachers), but something told me that it would be best to put my trust into him. And that is what I done. He did talk to me a bit about what was happening, and for helping me a bit, I am thankful.

But there were some other people that, if I should say so myself, helped me out the most.

First was Alex Beard. For those of you who do not know, he is basically one of the best guitar players I have ever heard that goes to my high school, plus he is one person that I would trust with some of my secrets. Another was Cathy Sordillo. Actually, how I became acquainted with her is, rather odd to say the least.

Okay, flash back to Middle School. I was in a, shall we say, terrible production of Suessical Jr. All I will say about that experience: I regret it for the most part. Except for me being acquainted with this parent. Long story short, she would drive me home some days if the weather was bad enough and she was the first parent to take an interest in what was going on in concern with my mother back then. Her concern lasts till today and I am forever grateful that she has taken the responsibility to be kept updated on whatever happens.

The next few people who I will not go into due to them, while being very close friends, all have roughly the exact same back-story of being friends with me and for knowing about my mother and her fight of cancer. Taylor Faulkner and Erin Byington have to be two of the best girls one can be friends with. They both talked to me and helped me out in the way that only true friends can. If it was not for them talking to me, I do not know what would of happened to me.

Now, before I continue on with the friends that helped me, two VERY important deserve to be mentioned: Logan Bombard and Amanda Bernamonti.

Okay, Logan Bombard. How he and I became friends is something that I never expected. Back in October, my brother was working on this failed attempt of a film and needed me to talk to the person who was suppose to be the music supervisor for this production due to me providing some of the back scores. After talking to Logan and realizing that we had a lot in common, I think it goes without saying that he became one of the closes friends I have. If it was not for him helping me with the events with mom, I do not know what I would do.

The last person to mention before I get down to the two people that would end up shaping the entirety of next year is girl I never meet before, but I have over Facebook named Amanda Burnamonti. Originally, I became friends with her through Jenna one night when Amanda got on Jenna’s account and spoke to me for about a few minutes. Already interested, I decided to add her on here and I have not regretted that one bit. She has also been a great help towards me and I am thankful for her.

Now the two people that live here that ended up making the most difference in my Freshman year.

The first is Paul Sumlin. We became friends through Facebook after I learnt his name at school. The reason why I added him was due him seeming like something of a cool dude and, I figured, what is the worse that can happen? What I got was one of the most loyal people I have ever meet in my life. Believe me: if you need someone who will listen to you, and will come to you with respect, be friends with Paul. He is easily the true definition of a friend.

The last person, and the one that made the most of a difference in this entire stage play call Freshman year is a certain girl by the name of Tiffany Taylor. Now, when she starts making a difference was when she and her boyfriend Tyler Wright decided to break up and they both came to me for counseling. With Tyler, he was able to quickly recover due to his new found love in a girl named Hannah Hill. But with Tiffany, she took this the hardest.

Due to her being in the same high school as I am in, I am not going to go down into details as to all of the reasons why she came to me for help (Yeah, I do not want to put down anything that might bring shame and embarrassment unto her), but I will say that she found a way to get by all of her problems by doing something that would have an impact on me: help me with my hatred for Kyra and Brad.

The time when me and Tiffany became friends was during the final stages of my depression. I had hit two hundred and sixty pounds, having numerous back and joint problems, and I just had a consuming hatred for so many people it was unreal. Around the time of my sixteenth birthday, both she and I agreed that I would have to start making changes in my life right now. This is how I see it: once you turn sixteen, you enter the most important three hundred sixty five days of your life. Everything you do during that time will impact you later on. So, with the help of Tiffany (and a long list of about twenty other people), I decided on day to do something that did change so much: I sent out three letters of redemption to three people.

First one was for Kyra. By this point, I had only heard bits and pieces of what has happened to her and for the most part, at the time, I was beyond joyful for all of the hell she had suffered. In my mind, I thought it was about time that she got what she deserved for putting me in my depression, breaking my heart, and choosing my best friend over me (remember: I was still putting all of my blame on her). So, in that respect, I was terrified of sending her the note due to me not knowing her reaction. About a few days later, I got a response that said something I did not expect.

I expected her to say that I could go fuck myself and that she did not want me in her life anymore. Instead, she said that it would take a while, but we can try to have the friendship we once had. For me, that was good enough.

Second was for Brad. At this point in our lives, Brad decided to go with his Christian name of Aaron. The reason why is due to Kyra liking his real name and as such, he decided to make her happy by changing back to his Christian name. His I was not as scared of sending, but I still had little hope that it would work. So, I waited a week or so for his reply which was not as enthusiastic as I would of hoped, but I figure that that would surely change. Then again, I am something of a loveable guy myself.

So, that trial of hateocracy was done and over with. Time to move to the third person I sent a message of redemption to. If you have not guessed who the third person is, you must not have paid attention all that well during this.

Third was for Keily. Now, let me explain why I sent her this note: I felt that I did not get a fair chance of being her friend due to how she mistook something I said so drastically. So, I felt bad and decided that I can try to redeem myself. But, I never got a reply and, for a while, I decided that it would be her loss forever.

Now, as I was sitting on my computer and on Facebook, I went through the lovely list of people that Facebook thought I knew. There was one name that stopped my heart completely: Kelsey Dozier. There are a few things I regret with all of my heart and one of them was me showing my dark side to Kelsey. I know that sounds wrong, but be mature about this. I know that I showed her a side of me that was consumed by pure hatred and a lust for the blood of some friends of hers, and I was beyond apologetic about that. So, me thinking about it, I decided to send her a letter of redemption in order to try to be friends with her.

To my shock, she was the first person to accept my apology and to be friends with me again. I do not know if she is aware of how much that meant to me, but it did. Even more when she came back to School around some time during April. But, more on that later.

From January through February, it was a glorious time. I was starting to get a massive army of friends, I was starting to enjoy life, hell, I was even staying in school now and not being completely anti-social. Other then the problems with my mother and her cancer, I did not have a care in the world. During this time, I ended up becoming friends with one person who would end up being another one of my closes friends: Amanda Farris.

I met Amanda when I had my schedule changed and had her for fifth period Civics. Now, this class would be something of a stage for me for two reasons. First it was due to me getting to know Amanda. The second would be due to Aaron had that class with me. Okay, my first reaction was: Ah, HELL NO! Hey, this was before I sent out the redemption letters. But, through that class, I ended up getting use to Aaron and that kind of eased the tension that was between him and I.

But I am getting off topic. This is about Amanda. Okay, what can I say about her. Well, there is only one thing I can say: she is the only girl I know that takes true love to a completely new level. Now, by this I mean her dedication to her boyfriend (Marshall Lester) and how strong she is against the criticism and back-fire along with some hatred she has received from people due to their love. But, Amanda is one of those girls that impresses me nonstop by her sheer respect, power, and love that it is, truly, inspirational.

Now, we started becoming friends when I first saw Amanda and, I will admit, I did have something of a mini crush on her. I started talking to her on Facebook and when I learned that her heart was already taken, I decided that I would start doing something that a few girls have done already: allow me to help them with whatever problems come along. With that, I ended up getting someone who, in essence, is like a complete sister to me.

As I said, all was good for my life. Until the arrival of Legion Uhhnonuhhmiss…

There Are A Few Things I Want You To Know About Me. Part One.

2011-08-30T20:32:00.000-07:00

There Are A Few Things I Want You To Know About Me: The Autobiography Of Zach Brehany.

A NOTE OF EXPLANATION
If you are here reading this, then you must obviously want to know more about me. Personally, from what some of my friends have said, that really is no surprise when you put into context the mere thought of me that is associated with someone who is dark (in terms of tone), mysterious, and looks like he will kill someone at any given second. Ever sense I moved here from Memphis, Tennessee, I have had people question my motives, try to figure me out, and above all else, be coming someone who is, apparently, the most feared in terms of my attitude and due to people thinking that I am creepy as hell. Well, I am here to shed some light into the darkness that is me and hopefully you will all understand things like why I drink so much coffee, my obsession with wearing all black, and above all else my low tolerance for stupidity. Enjoy my pseudo autobiography. Welcome to my nightmare...

I’M BORN: 1995 - 2002
I suppose that the best way to go about this would for me to be like David Copperfield: I’m born, I live. But in this case, I am only going to a certain part of my life. What that part is? Well, you just have to find out for yourself. I was born on February 8th, 1995 in Memphis Tennessee to Teresa and Shaun Brehany. By this point in their lives, they were happily married, already had one son (Evan Brehany), and did not really have a care in the world. From when I was born to the year 2002, it was a glorious time for all of us. My father, Shaun Earl Brehany, was an engineer at an Airplane construction company called P.S.I. Basically, for those that do not know, PSI is/was (I do not know if they are even still around) a place that built landing/ take-off strips for Airplanes that were in possession at the Memphis Airport. He made enough money to support his family and with his income, we were all able to live very comfortable lives. For my mother, Teresa Anne Brehany, she assumed the position of the stereotypical stay-at-home mother to help raise me and Evan. I can say that she did do a good job with the raising of me and Evan while helping us with our education. For the first seven years of my life, it was all good.

I LIVE (PART ONE): 2002 - 2006
I do not remember around what time the following events took place, but what I do remember is that it happened around the year 2002. Some time during the spring, a very unfortunate event happened to my father. Sometime during the spring, he ended up getting into an accident that caused his back to me out of place. What this resulted was my father having to quit his job due to the medication he was on. The second thing was something that was, in my opinion, the main contributor towards the becoming of me. To help handle the pain he was feeling, he turned towards alcohol for support.

Okay, here is a little back story on my father. Shaun Earl Brehany was born on February 21st, 1958 in Port Elizabeth, South Africa to Rena and Ron Brehany. When he and his younger brother Rodney lived their, they lived rather comfortably until they decided to take one of the most important risks they took: Moving to America. Getting rid of almost everything they had except the clothes they owned, they took their own gamble into coming to America. Once here, Shaun went and done what most collage kids done: get involved with drugs. My father’s main likings were cigarettes and alcohol. But it was the latter that impact his life along with causing him one of his own personal great tragedies: his right leg being messed up. Now, it was not due to him being intoxicated when a semi crashed into his motorcycle, his leg being destroyed, that caused it. But after the recreation of his leg, he felt a tremendous amount of pain and that lead to him turning towards the bottle.

Flash forward a few years and one wife later, he meets my mother while she was working at a restaurant in Florida. The best way to put it was that the fell in love right on the spot. After learning about my mother and falling for her, Shaun decided to forsake his addiction to alcohol so that he could be there for her. For the longest of time (sense 1991) he was sober until his back got messed up and for comfort he turned towards the bottle.

This entire era of time for my family was, allow me to be blunt, pure hell. We signed up for well care due to my parents being unable to work due to medical conditions and the money we got, we were able to make it to the next payday, but barley. Due to my dad having access to all accounts (we tried to change it, but he always got away or his family in Indiana would send him money) he was able to satisfy his addiction. This entire tragedy shook my family up and divided both of my parent’s sides in half. And the school I went to did not help much either.

Okay, let me tell you a bit about the school I went to. Other then being a strict Christian school, the one thing that caused paranoia throughout my family was the situation of what would happen if the school learned about my father. Around the area, there were reports of Social Services taking kids away from families if even one parent was a problem. We had a problem parent. We were scared. So, talking to me and Evan, we decided that due to both him and I being young it would be in our best interest to not have any friends at the time, never speak to anybody, and keep to ourselves for the fear that we could say something and, if so, then it would jeopardize our entire life.

That is the reason why I am very quiet and have a very low tolerance for stupidity and idiots that want to torment others. During the time in which I had to be quiet, I start to notice a lot of people around me. I started to see that they were not thinking. They did not care. Yeah, it is great to have fun and all of that. But they were acting like they did not care that their parents worked hard for them. They did not care that their parents were cashing out money to send them to school. They did not care about the world and their own little problems. They had problems with things like asking people out, a show not being on television, or their outfits did not matter. At that point in time, they did not understand the true feeling of having a problem that could destroy you from the inside out. Due to me seeing that, I started to form this attitude of being annoyed when I see or hear people be disrespectful, intolerant, and just complaining about problems that, in reality, did not matter.

On the part of me not talking, I had no reason TO talk to anyone anyway, They all acted like idiots, they all just did not care, and if that is the case, why should I waste my time trying to talk to them when all they do is not think.

This entire period of my life lasted for what seemed to be forever. Then you have the first time I took fifth grade. It was a beyond chaotic year. I was still under the fear of the government if they knew about my family. I was still quiet. I was still worried about back home. When my mom drove me and Evan to school in the mornings, I worried about how things would be for my father. I wondered if he was going to be drunk again that day, or if by a slim chance, he would not be. But, everyday, he was passed out dead. He just sat there with burnt holes on his clothes, parts of his hair was missing due to them being burnt off, and he was a complete wreck beyond any and all comparison. What got to me even more was when he had to start going to court due to him missing previous court dates, getting into car accidents, speeding on the roads when he was drunk, etc.

I still remember some nights when me and my brother would be watching television, being our true, real selves at home and we would hear the thundering bashing on the front door by the police wanting my father due to him missing court. It was terrible for two kids to see that. Even more when he had to go to court so often and we had to stay out of school because we had to be their with him. I do not know why exactly, but things like that stuck with me for a long while and, when I think back to it, believe that it was due to me being exposed to this dark world that made me start seeing the rather terrible side of things. I mean, when you are young, having to cut off all communication with people your own age, and have to grow up fast and learn to take care of yourself, you start to see the world through a rather different set of eyes.

Let me go back to the part of taking care of yourself. Okay, long story short, money was getting tight for us and due to my mother having some medical problems with her shoulders and back, she was on some medication to help relieve the pain, there were some times when she went through mini withdraws from her medicine and was very sick. My father, without his alcohol, went through the same thing. With money being short, me and Evan had to learn how to feed, dress, take care of our selves so that we could stay afloat.

Me looking back on those episodes, I think that is where the independence aspect of me came in. You see, we had no choice but to learn how to take care of ourselves because both parents were sick and there was no one we trusted. No one in how cul-de-sac we lived in, no one around town, just no one. So, me and Evan formed this rather thick layer of protection around us to block people out. We figured that if we can take care of ourselves and our family, then the world can burn for all we care.

Flash forward to May of 2006. During this time, my mother had enough. She had had it with my father being how he was. She was fed up with the school system. She just had it. So, getting together some money and my father agreeing to this idea, my mother wanted to get me and my brother away from this world of darkness and start over with a fresh, clean slate. At the same time, my father wanted me and Evan to leave. It was not because he did not love us, but because he loved us enough not to see his downfall.

On my father, I will always have mixed reactions about him. I mean, he did start a series of mental and emotional abuse due to his alcoholic ways and for exposing me and Evan to so much. But at the same time, he performed one of the ultimate sacrifices a parent can make by sending his spouse and children away so they will not see him fall deeper into his down whirled spiral. So, in all honesty, I do not know exactly how I feel about my father, but what I do know was that he has my respect for agreeing to send me, Evan, and mom away from him.

Searching Warner Robins for a new place to live, we started packing. It was sad that we could only carey a fraction of all that we had, but it was all we could bring. We were wanting to start over our lives, and while we wanted to carry everything, know looking back on it, not bringing down the rest was a monumental decision in how it would effect some things later on.

Packing up everything, we headed down south.

I LIVE (PART TWO) August 1st, 2006 - May 16th, 2008
Let me take a few moments out from the story to give some background on my mother. Teresa Anne Brehany was born on October 24, 1962 to Elaine and James McCarty. Due to the privacy of my mother’s past and this autobiography will be able to be accessed by people who are related, I am just going to go out and say that my mother did not have the best of childhoods. Mostly she was used as a pawn against her parents when they decided to get divorced when she was young. She went to live with both her father’s new family only to be despised and hated upon. Back at her home in Georgia, it was not much better. She did feel alone for a long while and started to feel like she was loosing some connections with her family. But, when she had to decided which will be the best place for her to finish High School in the seventies, she decided that it would be best to stay in Warner Robins due to her having friends here and some positive connections.

When mom had to find a place to take me and Evan when we moved, she decided on the one place where her happiest memories were at. I still remember that first day that we moved here in great detail. Everything from the apartment we moved into to the way this town looked. If I had to say, I would say that it looked brighter and, at the time, that is what I needed.

My dad lived with us for a few days while we tried to get everything into order. It was rather odd and it did make me sad that, for the next year or so, I was not going to see my father again. Remember that I was a little boy at the time and, even though I did not care for my father, I did have a connection to him and I was sad when he rode with me and Evan to school he turned and hugged both of us as we were dropped off (Evan in middle school, me still in elementary), but I was at the same time a little happy due to the most negative force in my life was finally gone. Strange how emotions have that sort of effect on people.

Now, the school I went to was Lake Joy Elementary. For the first few weeks, I was in love. Not with anyone, but with the school and how different it was from my previous school. I will put it like this: In Memphis, the schools were terrible. They had uneven academic goals, terrible teachers, and it was an overall bad environment. For the first few weeks of LJE, I thought I found myself a perfect place. That was until I took one of the most dangerous risks ever and one that would decide my fate for the next few years.

With my father not living within us, I allowed myself to be open again. In a few ways, this did cause something of a distress towards me because I was not prepared to allow myself to have friends again, and it was all just overwhelming. Well, that was before I decided to sit back and evaluate everyone. For the most part, these kids were complete idiots! I am sorry, but they were and knowing me, I can not handle stupidity. Even more when it is coming from people I have to spend a good majority of my time with. But I tried to play along with their own game and follow into the pattern of things

School soon became something of a complete expect way of events. I knew who to avoid, what people were reliable (no one at that time), and tried to get a hang out of my life in Georgia. At home, we got along with us three well enough. Due to me and Evan having something of a good brain on our heads, we decided that it would be best to have no rules in the house hold and just let me and him do what we wished. Basically, this allowed us the free time to watch whatever we wanted on television, eat whenever we want, go to be whenever we want, we were all free. But, there was one law that we had to abide by: absolutely no one is allowed into our home.

Back to some history of mom. When we lived in Memphis, my mother had a paranoia of people due to how bad the area was, how my father was, and just the state of life. With all of this, plus some other events in my mother’s life, she had grown afraid of people and wanted to protect me and Evan. This meant that we could not go outside to visit other kids in the apartment community, we could not have anyone over, we just stayed indoors the entire time. This paranoia has, over time, loosen, but it is still there and present.

With us being locked away at home, all of us found something to keep ourselves occupied with. Evan is a devoted fan towards Japanese cinema and he spent his time studying the history and the future of the Japanese film industry. For me, I had found my love in video games. During my first year, I found myself playing games like Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy over and over again. I do not know why it is that I found myself playing games, but I did. Maybe, while I loved the new area, I was banned from leaving the house and as such, played games to escape it all. From what I remember, it worked.

With my father, I had seen him on and off that first year. The only main time was during Christmas Break when he came down here to spend some time with us. At first, it was a pleasure to see him again. But at the same time, it was painful due to how sick he really looked. I will paint this into your mind: he was six foot, nothing but skin and bones with his clothes literally hanging off of him, his hair was beyond thin and missing in some places, and he just looked like he was sixty years old. During that time he came down, he was only forty nine.

While he stayed down here, he was able to find a way to get drinks due to the neighbors and when he did, it basically recreated Memphis all over again. I left that God forsaken town to escape the drugs, escape the pain, and while my life was getting better, he showed up and recreated the horror. Thankfully, he was only down here for about a week. Once he left, all three of us acted like he was not even there. Sad and a bit of a bastard to act like that, I know. But, it was just how things are and went.

Back at school, I was still not the most well known or well liked guy, but I did not stick out like a sore thumb (other then some teachers that bragged about me to other classes. Kind of annoying, but oh well). I will be honest and say that I do not really have that much of a memory of LJE and what had happened, but when I look back on it, maybe it was because nothing that changed my world had happened during that time. Well, except one thing, and this has something of a strong impact because it allowed me to have my first real friend. In a way…

Okay, one of the few things in Memphis that allowed me and Evan to be kept sane was our love for cats. I had a calico (Kallie), he (being Evan) had a tabby (Toby). When we left Memphis, we had to leave behind the cats due to their age and because we did not know if we could afford to feed two extra mouths. So, the only cat we took with us was Stormy (mom’s cat) and mine and Evan’s were left with my father. So, me and Evan having no friends, we decided to get me and my brother cats so that we would not feel so lonely. Evan got a baby female tabby that we ended up naming Jinxie. Me, I ended up getting the now wanted (as in, people offering me money for her (to those people that want money for her, FORGET IT!)) and much loved Fluffy.

The cats did help with me and Evan trying to settle into our new areas, but I personally still felt the want of human companionship. When I decided to allow myself to be opened up and start to try to take in people, I gained a small sample of what it was like to be around other people, and like a strong drug, I wanted so much more. But I would have to wait for when I went into FMMS and began my sixth grade year.

When sixth grade started, I will admit that I was a little light headed in terms of being overwhelmed. Even more when I was exposed to so many people to now see, and I would start to go into a rather deeper, darker world that would lead me to this due to a few very untimely events taking place. But more on that later.

With the way of how people were, I soon grew use to them all. It took a while, but after you realize that there is nothing you can do for these so called ‘Beautiful People’, then there is no point. Even more when you started to form a love for a type of music that was, for the most part, black listed in sixth grade due to, quoting one teacher, it being considered as ‘devil music’ and that it was not popular. But maybe that is why I feel in love with Heavy Metal music and started to wear darker clothes. I saw the way of how the media was corrupting the minds of so many people. I witnessed how people started to follow whatever idiotic thing was said on television. I could not stand it. Everyone was becoming one another, there was no way to tell who was who, and I just hated it.

So, what did I decide to do? Grow out my hair to a rather long length, start wearing all black (the origins started here, but in reality I would have to wait till next year to officially start wearing all black), and keep quiet again. From what I saw, no one was worth my time or energy and if that is the case, then why should I ever waste my time with people like that?

With things at home, tension was building between mom and dad. He would still never come down to Georgia, but from what we heard from hospitals, it was not sounding good. He would have collapses of memory loss, he started to form ulcers in his stomach which resulted in him coughing up quite a bit of blood. Then you have him starting to form cancer in his lungs, stomach, liver, and some spots on his face. He looked horrible, and his health was much worse. When he was in Memphis, I remember hearing about him trying to kill himself to end his suffering and pain. Please understand that there was no hope for him to get help. He refused help when we tried to help him, and the damage was already done.

I remember some nights hearing my mom on the phone, trying to talk to my father. Trying to help him. But, I still remember the pain in her voice when he started to forget a lot of details about things like where we were, what year it is, and even mine and Evan’s names. When I was told of this, I was heartbroken. Just imagine if your parents started loosing their memory and can not remember things like your name, your birth-date, or even for that matter that you are their son. Believe me: it is a pain that is beyond worse then any physical pain that a human can perform on you.

As you can tell, back to what I said earlier, I did have mixed feelings of love and hate for my father due to what he allowed himself to do. But, I will say that I was attached to my father due to, between me and my brother, I was HIS son in the sense that I was more favored to him. I still remember how much he tried to care for me, try to help me when in the ended he needed help and while he tried to help me, he was hurting me. I wish he could of seen exactly how his way of showing me love was, in reality, hurting me and driving me to be by myself and crawl into my mind because it was the only place that I knew was certain.

Now, during this time, you are wondering where mom was at. Well, while my father made me his special child in the sense that he praised and tried to teach me his ways, my mother took Evan under her wings for a while and tried to give him the attention he needed while growing up. But once my father started to become the alcoholic that he did become, my mother’s wing on me grew a tremendous amount as she tried to protect me and Evan from my father and the evil, corrupt world that was around us. When looking at the entire perspective, she did a great job of raising both me and Evan, but did she over do it by the protection? Well, for that I will get to later.

Now go into May of 2008. School was coming to a closer and I was excited because I had to deal with idiotic kids that got on my last nerves and I was excited for the summer (who is never excited?). Well, we ended up getting in the mail some letters saying that I was to receive an award for services towards the school due to me being one of those kids that would help some kids out with what they had problems with, me being friends with some of the teachers, and basically being a dream student. For my family, this award was a pretty big deal because no one ever got any type of awards in my family. So, in a surge of being excited, my mother contacted my father to tell him the news. He was in one of his better mindsets that day and I remember him being so happy on the phone from hearing that his son was doing great in school, making good grades and getting awards and being favored by teachers. My father was always the type of person who took schooling beyond seriously and wanted me and Evan to be beyond the best. That news that I was getting an award made him proud. But while I was happy that week, little did I know that that was the final time I would speak to my father.

A week later my mom went by the school to pick us up early. It was during a pep ralley and I was in rather good moods. I got all of my worries out, I was trying to not allow myself to cuss out whoever planned the music, and I was having a rather decent day. Half way through, one of the assisstent principals (the one that was a woman. I sadly forgot her name) went up to me and said that I was needed in the consoler’s office. Now, I have been known for seeing them a bit due to some problems that occurred here and there but they were always minor.

When I went to my classroom to get my things, I remember her asking me about my day and how I was feeling along with if I got all of my belongings from my locker. She had a very tired and frightened tone to her voice, though at the time I did not know why. Once I went to the front office, I saw one of the consolers standing in the office with a grim look on her face. She told me to go into the back room where I saw Mr. Langly (male assistant principal), Dr. Davis (the main principal), mom and Evan there. Evan had a look of pure shock and horror on his face while my mother had tears running down her face. When I went near her, she grabbed me and embraced me while shaking violently. When I sat down, she said some of the most shattering news I had ever heard in my life: she told me that my father died that day on May 16, 2008.

I was devastated. I only remember me being stunned, then screaming, then crying due to heartache, pain, and fear. The fear came from the fear that all children have of their father/ father figure dying and for a young boy, that is terrifying news and I was crushed. Mom told me that she was ordering some plane tickets due to her having to go to Memphis to see her doctor when she had a sick feeling in her stomach. Wondering what was up with that, she went and called some of the hospitals to make sure my dad was not in one due to his ‘problems’. When she was confirmed with a no from all of the near by hospitals, she called the motel he was staying at. They went up into his room to find the toilet bowl filled with blood, some blood on the floor, a few drops on his mouth, and him covered up in bed dead.

What happened was this: on that day, he was feeling a tad bit sick and had to go to the bathroom. While in there, due to the cancer and alcohol, his liver finally exploded and he vomited all of the blood out of himself and into the toilet. He knew he was about to die for he went on a nightstand next to him were he kept this sort of journal and wrote two words on that day: Good Bye. A moment later, he had enough energy left to get into bed and cover up while falling asleep. Then, he was officially dead.

After talking to us about what would happen now, mom said that we were excused for the next two weeks of school to mourn his death and to go to Memphis to finalize some last minute things in concern with his death. While we stayed in Memphis, it was something out of a dark drama to see that city again. But now to add the gloom and despair of my father’s death and you get the overall feeling I had.

During that week, each day, we had to do something in concern with my father. The first day we had to see his lawyer to hear what was to be done of his life insurance policy. Due to his death, we would have to wait a few years before we could get that (we are STILL waiting as I write this autobiography). But he did leave behind around $33,000 dollars that were to be used to get us out of our apartment and into a real home. My father was not at all happy about us living in an apartment and felt that it would benefit us to live in an actual house. With the money, it was also to be spent on new furnisher and for me and Evan to get vehicles to use.

Later on while we were cleaning out his motel room, we found all of the receipts that he had which showed him putting his money he got from the government into a fund that was to be used once we were able to get our insurance from him plus another account that hosted the $33,000. When I realized this, I felt like a bastard for hating my father. I mean, there is still no real excuse for him becoming an alcohol and setting this entire string of events into motion, but I believe that the money he saved and, in return, sacrificed for us is the ultimate apology one could give. As I conclude on my thoughts of my father, I will say this: I might of not like my father, but I do have respect for him due to how he tried to redeem himself.

Once all the business was done in Memphis, we returned to Warner Robins to leave behind our apartment and move again for the second time. I will admit that it was hell moving again so soon after we first settled, but I was glad that we were going to live in a larger place with more room to be around.

Film Review Collection: Mario Puzo's The Godfather

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THE GODFATHER (1972) Five out of Five
In cinema, there are few films that can, at all, be considered either great, and fewer that can be considered perfect. Mario Puzo's The Godfather is one of those films that is perfect. Being based of off the best seller by Mario Puzo, director Francis Ford Coppola creates one of the most accurate portrayals of an Italian crime family. When most people think about films that deal with the Mafia, Italian gangsters, what they think about is people that ship drugs, deal with prostitution, and above all else, just fight others for the hell of it. But, what makes The Godfather so different is that, contrary to the rather dark, violent nature of the film, this movie destroys all stereo types as it becomes a film that is not, at all, about running a crime family. This film is REALLY about a father trying to pass his legacy and empire to one of his sons and that one son having to come to terms with his own legacy and the choices he makes. When Mario Puzo decided to originally write the novel that this film is based on, he did it only for the money and nothing else. But what he did not expect was to have his entire creation take a complete life of it's own in a way that only few people can imagine. Even more so was the shock of how well this film did. Want a little taste of how well this film did? Before the film was even released, The Godfather Part II was already in development. But, more on that later. Now, my complete reaction to watching this film. To say that this is one of my personal favorite films of all time would be something of a drastic understatement. With me, there are some films that you like and some that change your life. This is one of those films that changes your life with each and every viewing. When I first sat down and watched this film, I remember feeling complete once the credits started to role. I know that sounds cheap, but it is true. Everything from the story to they way Don Vito Corleone (Marlon Brando) is in this film, it just spoke to me in a way that very few films can ever do. And I am not the only one that felt this way. There is a magic in this movie that can never be paralleled and the closes that we get (and one that is pretty damn close at that) is the sequel that is said to be equal to better then this film. But more on that later. Let's get down to the details. With direction, Coppola does wonders. He keeps the story moving, never dragging behind, and keeps making you interested with the look of the film. While some have complained about the lighting used as being too dark of a film or too gold, I say that the use of that is, quite fantastic. The reason why is because it always sets the mood for the scene and the tone that you will end up feeling. Plus, little added in items like the use of oranges in some scenes give this film a little kick by letting the audience know that something is about to go down. For the direction, Coppola, you do wonders. And the Academy Award for Best Direction was well won and deserved. Now the acting. Oh, my God. What can I say? Well, letâ(TM)s think. Marlon Brando won the Academy Award for Best Actor and Al Pacino won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor. Need I say more? Okay, I will talk about the supporting cast. With huge names like Richard Dreyfus, James Caan, Abe Vigoda, and Diane Keaton, this film is filled with some of the greatest talent that money can buy. But what shocks me the most is that they treat this film with such a tone of seriousness that they literally stop becoming themselves and become these incredible people. Next the score. Like so many classic films, this film's score is something of a staple in film history. Mostly due to the famous 'The Godfather Waltz', Nina Rota became a household name in the music world due to the simplicity of that piece. It was simple, yet set the tone perfectly. The only crime that has ever been done on this film was the score not being nominated for an Academy Award for Best Original Score. Oh well. Later on, this film saga will get it's award. Finally the script. Being adapted from the novel by Mario Puzo, and being written by him and Coppola, this film mirrors the novel so closely that you would only have to read the novel to know more about the extra characters that are not THAT huge. The dialogue is authentic, honest, and bold as this well written script is presented. The Academy Award for Best adapted Screen play was also well deserved. Overall, this entire film is worthy of the magnitude that it has gotten, the awards it has won (including Best Film), and the hearts and souls it has touched. Easily one of the greatest films ever made.

THE GODFATHER, PART II (1974) Four and a half out of Five
As I have said in all of the 100 reviews I have written up to this point, if there is one thing I despise it would have to be sequels. Now, for those that are new, the reason why is simple: sequels next to never live up to their potential and end up destroying the story that the original had created. Well, this film does not destroy nor surpasses The Godfather. Instead, it is more like a continuation of an already great tale, giving us the back story on Vito (played by a then unknown Robert De Niro) and the destruction of Michael (played by already Academy Award winner Al Pacino) in a rather original way to tell both stories: show through out the film both sides as they happen at once. Now, as most people know, I love the beloved original film and I was a little worried about my taste with this film. I already knew that it won a slew of Academy Awards (including the award for best film; a first for a sequel) and people have had the audacity to say that this is the better film in Francis Ford Coppola's epic Crime saga. My opinion after watching this film is that, if I had to guess where it would rank among the three films, I would have to say that it would be almost tied to the original. The main reason is this: The original had a feel of being welcomed into this world. Through the opening shots of Vito Corleone talking to his friend on the day of his daughter's wedding, we are welcomed with cold arms into their world. With this film however, you are just thrown in without any mercy. You are shown the blunt world where everyone is guilty of something and no one is innocent (except the children Marianna Hill as Deanna Corleone) and you are left cold and isolated as you look into the past and present of the Corleone crime family. But what really makes this film stand out would have to be how much all of the characters have changed from the previous film. For Michael, he goes from being a bright young man to a ruthless, heartless, cold bastard that destroys everything in his way to his sister Connie who has become something of a complete tramp and a neglectful mother. Due to how these characters change, you get the feeling that this film would be better due to their development. But, as I have said, it is mostly due to the feel of this film that makes the original a tad bit better. But, ignoring that aspect, this film is a perfect follow up to the original classic. Now for the details. With directing, Coppola shows us that he is no where near tired yet as he directs this entire masterpiece. Now, the thing that caught me off guard with this film would have to be the slew of emotions I felt while watching this film. If there is one thing that Coppola can do is make his audience feel for the characters. He allows them to build up, grow, and when two particular scenes near the end begin, you can not help but feel like you are about to burst into tears due to how desperate one character is, and the actions and heartache another one shows us. Coppola is a master behind a camera, and this film might be his directorial masterpiece (next to The Godfather and Apocalypse Now). With acting, oh wow. Where do I begin with this one. Might as well start with the men of this film. Okay, first person to mention is Al Pacino in his award winning role as Michael Corelone. After already winning an Academy Award for that role when he was in the original, I am still impressed at how he was able to move the character through out this story. He made the character barbaric, evil, and just plain unlikable, but his acting made him likable as well. Just, Pacino breathed life into this character and allowed him to take control in so many ways it was unreal. After this film was made, he won another Academy Award for this film and I must say: it was well earned. Next is Robert De Niro portraying Vito Corleone. As most people know about this film, it goes back and forth between Michael's life and Vito's life and for Vito, we have a then unknown actor filling in the shoes of Marlon Brando. Now, that alone is difficult as hell to do, considering how great Brando was and how iconic he made the character. Now, my reaction to this performance was that I am impressed with the bravery alone that De Niro had for this performance. He portrayed the younger Vito with such power and authority that he would of made Brando proud. He was just that good. Now, De Niro would go on the receive the Academy Award for Best Supporting actor, and for this film he deserves it. If you are a fan of De Niro's work, then this is a good place to start for learning about his career. Now you have Robert Duvall as the ever loyal Tom Hagen. Personally, I like how he was able to keep cool during some rather intense scenes that deal with Michael's decent into pure hell. Duvall gives it his all in this film and he was wonderful. Now we must get down to the three women who took over this film. The first would have to be Diane Keaton as Amy Corleone. When we last saw her, we saw the look of shame and disgust that was on her face when she realized how much Michael has lied to her. In this film, she wants out. How badly does she want to get out? So bad that she does the unthinkable in one scene and makes it out to be something different that is all part of her plan. Now, Keaton had to play a complete different character in this film and seeing her new way of handling this character, I will admit that it was shocking and reveling in terms of her pure talent to act. She is an incredible actress and she is wonderful. Next would have to be Marianna Hill as Deanna Corleone. In the first film, Marianna had very little screen time as she was not that important to the story. Here, she plays a much larger role and has one of the most somber scenes in this film. She makes the character out to be more then a sweet old lady, she makes the character out to be an intelligent, thoughtful, and wise person who helps Michael when he is left with a terrible thought that nearly destroys him. Lastly Talia Shire as Connie. Like most females in the first film, here she shines as a totally different character. What makes her worthy is how she makes herself out to be this tramp that just does not care about her family, hates her brother, and abandons her children. Connie transformed in one of the worst ways possible, but we love Shire for making the character so damn wonderful to watch. Next up is the script. One thing that needs to be stressed is that this film's script was only half written from the original novel by Mario Puzo. The other half was written by him and Coppola, but it was mostly original. Personally, I did not think that the story needed to be continued, but having the original creator there to do the work, the script became a clever, emotionally charged epic that is bound to catch a few people off guard. Fantastic work here. Lastly the score. Getting Nina Rota back again, the score is longer, has more music cues, and is just fun to listen to. The best tracks appear during the flashback scenes in the film while the most dramatic happen in the present day parts. But, what I like about it is just how creative it gets with the music and how it moves from the beginning to the end. The entire time, we are eclipsed with the wonders of it's notes that the music becomes a comfort in so many scenes. Then again, the score did win the award for best original score, so that should say something. Overall, this is an emotional film that is worthy of it's original and works well as a stand alone in some respects.

THE GODFATHER, PART III (1990) Four out of Five
This is it: The end of the greatest film trilogy of all time and one that has yet to be beaten. Every moment of the previous films led up to this film and, for the most part, it does not disappoint. Now, this film has something of a reputation of being underrated and being a terrible ending to the saga of the Corleone crime family. After me watching it, I do not find this as a terrible ending. Yes, it does not grab you like how the first two did, but if you allow yourself to re-fall into the world of Michael Corleone (Al Pacino), you are in for a bittersweet ride as he tries to redeem himself in the eyes of the world and in the eyes of his children and, mostly, the eyes of the woman he loves: Kay Adams (Diane Keaton). When I first saw this film, the one thing that got to me was the first twenty minutes. I am not ruining anything by saying this, but the complete twenty minutes is complied by stock footage of the first two films and they all have to deal with Michael and Kay as we see where they are when part III starts. It does set the tone for what is to come and when we see it, it will surprise you by one person who passes. My reaction to the film was completion. The first film left me exhilarated. The second film left me with sadness with how Michael destroyed the empire his father built. This film left me with completion as we watch what is the true end to Don Vito Coleone's family. Is it sad? Yes. Will you shed some tears? Yes. And will you be left wanting more? No. This film fills you up and you realize that there can never nor should their be any other film in this saga. It is about Michael and it ends with Michael. One of the greatest crimes, as I said, about this film would be that it is underrated. That is true. This is a good to great film that, while it is not up their with the likes of its prequels, is worthy of the title of The Godfather and is just exhilarating. Now, let's get down to the details. Okay, for direction, we have Francis Ford Coppola returning for the final time to compose this film. When he takes this film, he does not completely take the film seriously, and my guess is this: He knows he had raised the bar beyond too high with Part II and as such, tries to make this film like any other sequel, but does so with honor. Some of the scenes in this film are beautifully shot and filmed. Mostly those that deal with The Vatican and Sicily that this film takes place in. For those areas, you can tell that Coppola as respect for those lands and he makes damn sure that they are filmed with respect and not sloppily. Visually, this film is gorgeous. Now, with him conducting the actors, he does mostly a good job with them, but a certain few just are not that good and could have been beyond better job, but looking back at how the story is, it might have been for the best. But, it would have been better if certain things were better. The only other thing that I can say about this film's direction is the ending. Just, how tragic it is with two shocking deaths and how it is filmed transcends through the screen and effects us, the audience. Coppola has made us part of this crime family and we have started to love and care about each and every member. When these deaths happen, Coppola makes sure that we shed tears during so. Now for acting. Pacino and the rest of the cast from the previous film (including some people we have not seen sense the first film) all have a part in this film even if it is just something like an arm or the presence of someone. This film was meant to go off with a bang, and the actors all do a beyond perfect job in the help of ending this film. But one particular character and actress has been talked about nonstop in talks of this film and is the one that most people blame for the downfall of this film. The actress in question is the real life daughter of the director: Sophia Coppola. Now, she plays the very bubbly and happy daughter of Michael and she is basically oblivious as to the extent of her family. She is aware of what happens, but she plays the character has someone who just does not care. This saddens me because I would of liked it if she were more serious about the evils that her family has done, but at the same time I can understand why it is that she played the character this way. Mary Corleone was raised by her mother to not be in this world. While Mary was in some early attacks during the previous film, she is mostly unaware of the rest of everything except for some bits she was told. She was raised away from the evil and wicked of this world and as such, she is not at all fully aware of how serious this world is. This is one of her flaws and this flaw was made by Sophia Coppola. While I am acceptable towards this one particular incident, I do wish that the character was more understanding of the situation and more intelligent in some areas and subplots she is associated with. Another person I want to mention is the actress of Connie Coppola: Talia Shire. Sense the first film, Connie has been my third favorite character in the entire trilogy. Why, you might ask? Simple: she is one of the most developed characters in the entire trilogy. In the first film, she was not interested with the family business and when Michael took over, she hated him due to how corrupt he became. In the second film, she was a total tramp through out, constantly with different men, forgetting about her own children, and not caring about her family. Until the end of the second film when she realizes the true horror of her own crimes and begs for forgiveness for her doubt and hatred of her brother. In this film, she is a totally different person. She now is taking control over parts of the family, ordering some executions, and above all else, being the one person that never left Michael as he continued down this spiral. Talia Shire gave this performance her entire power and strength and what resulted was one of the greatest characters I have ever seen in film. It is a pity that she was not nominated for this performance at all. She deserved recognition. Now, I told myself that I was not going to bring him up, but when talking about The Godfather, it is hard not to bring him up. Time for me to talk about Al Pacino. As a character and as an actor, he has grown tremendously from the first film. His character was tragic, evil, and at times a great antihero and it was all because of Al Pacino that we have loved and hated Michael so much. With this film, he makes the performance hopefully yet tiresome which is exactly how the script calls for him. I will admit that, like in the previous film, one particular scene in this film had me in tears that he was in, and if you have fallen in love with the story of The Godfather, then you will have that same reaction when you see this film. Pacino also makes this character tragic as Michael starts to regret all of the evil in his life and tries to make everything good. Pacino gives a strong performance and I find it a crime that he was not nominated for best actor. Pity. With the acting in general, it does disappoint me that the only two awards that were won were for Sophia Coppola and those were Razzies she won. I do not know what people were expecting with this film, but they had too high of expectations. Next the script. Being written again by the author of the original novel that spawned this film (The Godfather), this film's script just works with the tale and I am glad that Mario Puzo written it. He understood that his creation has created it's own life and he ended it before things got too stupid or out of control. Now, while the dialogue was no where near as good as the previous films, it was well written enough with plenty of those meetings talks that were in the previous film and the scenes that were spoken in Italian. Puzo had a gift for writing and, while this film did not show his true potential, this film does show very strong signs of that. Finally the score. Returning again is the composer for the previous two The Godfather films Nina Rota. The score is still breathtaking as it usually is, but this film it ends on a sad, but wonderful note as the saga comes to a close. My only true complaint (which is minor) is that I would wish that more was done to the score. Mostly to return it to how it was in the first film: One piano piece, numerous variations. But, overall, the score was beautiful and in numerous scenes, it worked. I like it. Overall, this is the true ending to the Holy Trilogy of cinema, and one that you should never miss. This is required viewing in cinema, regardless of what anyone else says.

Film Review Collection: SAW

2011-07-31T15:00:00.000-07:00

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

2011-07-24T12:22:00.001-07:00

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

2011-07-18T20:45:00.000-07:00

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

2011-07-14T01:28:00.001-07:00

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

2011-07-11T01:23:00.001-07:00

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.

The Trial of Cyri. Chapter Ten. REVISED

2011-07-09T18:22:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER TEN

Ronnie placed his coffee cup next to Job’s, but across from Cyri’s. They all sat at the round table in the coffee shop in the middle of the day. They were all bored, nothing to do, and it has been a while sense it was just them three sitting around, talking to one another. Most of the times the past few weeks, when they meet, it had to deal with business or, like when Cyri’s parents got out of prison, needing comfort. So, just to sit around with two good friends and share a few cups of coffee was what Cyri wanted.
“Do you really like working here at all?” Cyri asked Job as she placed down her cup filled with Blueberry Cobbler coffee.
“It’s okay, I guess.” He responded. “I mean, yeah it would have been better to work in a regular coffee house. But, to have this place combined with a book shop makes it better. At least I have ten trillion books I can skim while I am bored.” They all agreed.
“Now, Cyri,” Ronnie asked, looking at her. “There is one thing I am wondering: how are you coming along without Vincent? I mean, you are not going mad or anything, right?” Cyri laughed a little.
“And what? Be like that bimbo in that vampire series? Hell no. I will put it like this: I miss him like everyone else. That I will admit. But, be so obsessed that I want to kill myself if I am not around him? No. Not at all.”
“Really?”
“Really. Oh, wait. You want me to act all depressed? Sorry, but not going to happen anytime soon.” She leaned back, sipping her drink with a smile on her laugh. “Besides, I have more important matters at hand and you two should be aware of that.”
“And I was hoping that we would have a conversation that did not involve business.” Job said with a little whine in his voice.
“I was not going to bring up business Jobby Boy, what I was going to bring up is something else entirely. But sense you brought it up, we might as well talk about it. What I want to know is, quite simply your opinions on the footage recorded by Jadis. Your opinions, thoughts, etc.” Both Job and Ronnie thought for a few seconds until Job had to go to the cash register to fulfill his job.
“Okay Ronnie, sense you are here, what is your opinion?” Cyri looked him dead in the eye.
“Well, I do not really know. I mean, let’s talk about Mychael first. If he is really hearing the voice of Ratliff in his mind, then I doubt it is anything supernatural. No matter what he said. In my opinion, I think it is what everyone is think: he is loosing his fucking mind. I am only now wondering how long it will be before he finally cracks under all of this.” Ronnie chugged down the rest of his coffee. He looked at his cup and laughed.
“You know Cyri,” he said. “With the amount of coffee we all drink, I am surprised that no one decided to go and throw us all into rehab.” Cyri just shook her head.
“Okay, I will admit that we are all coffee addicts, but it is not like we are some college kid that drinks himself to having heart attacks. Now, back on topic.” Cyri’s tone changed. If there was one thing that all the members agreed on: she is an expert on that. “My opinion stands as what I told Vincent in my last update. He might be seeing Ratliff in reality, but not quite. We all know those two were close and Mychael could have seen another side to Ratliff that no one else has seen. I refuse to completely believe it, but there might have been a good side to him. Like the Garret I once knew.”
“You know sis,” Ronnie retorted, shaking his head. “The fact that you even speak of Ratliff like that after all he had done, it just amazes me.”
“Well,” She lowered her voice. “after we killed that fucker, I stopped caring about what he has done. Even though I am trying to deal with some aspects of this, I am trying to put the past behind me. But, like some things: that is beyond easier said then done. You have my parents, Donnie, and who know what else will happen. Ratliff, unless something actually happens with him, is a chapter I am trying to close.” Job came back with more cups of coffee (all classic roast) for them.
“Only thing that sucks about giving you all coffee: it comes out of my pay check.”
“Then why do you keep giving us coffee?” Cyri asked.
“Simple: I like to treat my friends.” He took a sip of his coffee, then cleared his throat. “Now, onto what you asked of me Cyr. My opinion on this entire Mychael dilemma is simple: it is all an excuse. That or his alcohol is getting to him. How I look at it: if it is an excuse, then he might be changing his mind about how he is in terms of us or them. If it is alcohol problems, then that is pretty much self explanatory.” Cyri nodded.
“What do the others think?”
“Well, from what I can get,” Ronnie answered. “The girls have all have different opinions ranging from what we think to him just bluffing. Same with the guys. This, Cyri, is a pretty basic thought about him. But, with Blaze, from what I can get out of him, thinks Mychael is turning schizophrenic and if that is the case, he thinks we should go and just lock him up in an insane asylum.” Cyri laughed under her breath.
“Do that with all the people we despise who are trying to ruin us and then that will make our job BEYOND easier.”
“But, overall, most of us think he is just having mental problems. Unless he does something earth shattering, we should not have to worry about him all that much.” Ronnie leaned back.
“Okay, I see how all of this stands. Hopefully, with Blaze sneaking around, we should be able to get some more info on him.” Cyri looked at them to see if they had any other comments to make. They had known.
“Well, enough of that conversation. Now, on a more important matter: who here has seen any good films as of recent?” When Cyri asked that, they all fell into a mini fit of laughter.

Tad stared at his screen for sometime. He knew what they told him. He understood what they meant. But for him to do so was completely out of the question on too many levels. How he looked at it, he deserved her. He wanted her. And to hell what anyone else thought, he was going to get her sooner or later.
But at the same time, he understood what would happen if he continued on this path, he knew of the outcome. He just wished that Coraline, who was sitting on his bed going over his poems, would have something to say about this. She did, but not at all what he was expecting.
“Depressing, depressing, DEPRESSING!!!!!!” She screamed as she threw his poetry book across the rooms. “Reading that, I think I just killed ten brain cells. And I am blond, so I need any and all that I can get.” She laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
“You know, there is one thing I noticed about you boys. You all constantly obsesses over one girl until it get’s sickening.” She looked at him. “I know that I hate bitching, but it is annoying and I am not the only one who thinks so. Even all of our friends agree. Tad, you need to knock this out. Remember when we use to date? You never had any of these problems. What happened to that time?” Tad looked at her.
“Time changes. I do not remember. All I think now, in terms of love, is Cyri.”
“And as I say: you are pitiful.” She sighed. “Love, love, love, love, love. That is all I hear now a days! I turn on the TV. and I hear about how people try to kill themselves over this, kill others over that. And yet, I am still wondering if Cyri even knows about what you and Vincent done the day she went to torture Donnie.”
“She better not, at all, be aware of that.” Tad raised his voice.
“Calm your skinny ass down.” Coraline responded, not at all approving of his tone. “To the best of my knowledge she has no idea of your’s and his’ brawl. I still can not believe that you went, got him out of his house, with the intention to beat him up!”
“Well, believe it.” Tad said. “I did it, and I have to live with it. Do I regret it? In some aspects yes. But do I wish I could have busted his lip? Yes. The only thing I can not believe is that he was able to defeat me that quickly.”
“Well, what do you expect? During that time, he was busy making his ‘jacket’ and you just happen to be the one to be the test subject on it.”
“Yeah, one thing I did not aspect.”
“What where you trying to accomplish by fighting him?” She looked into his eyes.
“Simple: I was hoping to frighten him into stop this entire sets of charades of violence.”
“With more violence?”
“Violence shall with Violence be expelled.”
“It does not work like that! You do not get it, do you? The more you keep fighting Vincent, the more you continue to hate him, the more pain you will be causing not only you, but your friends. But, you know, only you can realize that and when you actually learn to grow the fuck up and deal with this, the better off we will all be.” She stood up and walked over to him. When he looked up at her, she went and quickly pressed her lips against his. “Tad, I will be honest with you: I actually like you and all, but I can not stand this if you constantly act like some tragic hero all the time by saving a girl that does not need saving. Remember: You are cute and all, but you are too much on an asshole right now. Stop it.” And with that, she grabbed her handbag and left.
Tad sat at his desk and started thinking about all that Coraline said. He knew that she had a point. Hell, he even knew that he himself was annoying himself. But, something inside of him did not want to stop fighting for her, being Cyri. Part of him wanted to let her go. It was nerve wracking.
He turned on his computer and started looking at some of his diary entries he kept. He wondered if Blaze had read any of them. If he did, what would have been his reaction other then laughing his ass off at how stupid and pathetic this kid was.
As he read each one, he started to notice how repeating it was getting. Each one, over and over again, was the same. It was like this for about two months sense Vincent left. He knew that, at that moment, if he knew Vincent’s e-mail address, he would have sent a message to him trying to apologize for how he acted.
Regardless, due to him not knowing that, he decided that one thing he will have to try would be making this all up for his friends. Coraline was right: everyone was getting pissed off at him. He wished he lived near Cyri again like he used to. But, due to him not, there was only one way: tomorrow at school.
He would e-mail her, but due to her never answering any of his emails, or even for that matter phone calls, there would only be one thing to try. And, hopefully it will work tomorrow. He took out a piece of paper and started writing.

Blaze looked at his computer monitor with Edvard Grieg’s In The Hall Of The Mountain King being blared in the back ground. In his mind, there was nothing better in the world then having classical music playing while he worked. Due to the late hour that he was working, everyone else was asleep so that gave him complete rein to do whatever he wanted.
The first thing he started doing was checking everyone’s computers. For the most part, it was all basically what it normally was: all of them looking up videos, games, things to buy, and their diary pages. It seemed a little odd that everyone would be keeping updates on what they have been doing, but to the knowledge of Blaze, it was all their way of sucking up to him to make sure that he did not expect or sense anything abnormal.
There was one person who’s computer he found not too much to his liking. And that was Tad’s. For the most part, he wanted to go and just right him a letter telling him to get a life and stop obsessing over Cyri. But, he figured that it would be more fun for him to sit back and just watch him make a fool of himself.
Enough of that, he decided. He went to his main hacking program and went into the computer of Mychael’s. The only thing that caught his attention was a few documents that Mychael had written. They were mostly of him and Ratliff (or what was Ratliff) talking to one another.
From what Blaze could tell, it was Mychael just having regrets about the entire situation. But, there was one part of all of this that got his attention. One certain little paragraph that made him curious:

“I can not believe that this is still happening to be. I am still having images and hearing Ratliff’s voice, but I do not know what is wrong anymore. The more I think about it, the more I feel like I am loosing my mind. It could be due to the job that we have to carry out. It could be the future of everyone. I just do not know. One thing I know he keeps bugging me about is joining Cyri’s group and help to clear his name (he won’t shut up about that). I have been thinking about it, and I just do not know. Should I, or should I not? I know what my friends say. I know what Ratliff says. I do not know what I think. But, there is one thing I am aware of: before I do anything else, I need to make up my mind before I launch with this plan that Laser has asked us to carry out. If I turn back afterwards, I am dead. I just fucking know it.”

After reading that, Donnie started wondering what could have been meant by Laser? The first thing to pop into his mind was Dieter Laser and wondered if that could have been him. But, he doubted it. From what he could tell, it might have been. But someone like him working with them? He just did not know. But, he was going to end up doing some more research into the night until he can find out what it up with all of this. Plus, what is this plan that they are conducting. He turned on Mussordsky’s Night On Bald Mountain as he hacked into the computers of Lee and Snoop. Once you have access to one computer, finding related ones via emails and messages are kid’s level.
While going into one of the computers (Lee’s), he noticed a word file that was written. Opening it, it had parts of his and the other’s plan. There was only one part that was written, and said it was something new. Reading it, he knew that hell was about to break loose between Lee, Snoop, and Mychael.

Mychael was sitting in his room, listening to some music while trying to calm his mind. He was asleep earlier, but was awoken by another dream related to Ratliff. In his mind, he could not take it anymore. Even more when he tried to tell Lee and Snoop about all of this.
It frustrated him that even his own friends refused to believe anything that he tried to tell them, but what can he do? He done everything from doing research to trying to ignore it. The only response was that of Ratliff coming back, talking to him more. The conversation that he had with him earlier was still stuck in his head:
He was sitting in a pure white room on one of two black chairs. He sat in one while Ratliff sat in another. They were quiet, just staring at one another. In this world, it felt like an hour went by sense they began sitting. It was not until Ratliff cleared his voice did Mychael noticed anything at all.
“My friend,” Ratliff said in a clear tone. “as I have been in your head, I have been trying to get you to listen to me, but apparently you refuse to. I have asked you numerous times why is that, but always the answer of no. You do no even put any thought into your reasoning. Now that you are here and so am I, please tell me your logic.” Mychael thought for a few moments before he answered.
“Because… in truth I am afraid.” Mychael looked at Ratliff before bursting into a fit of rage. “I am afraid of all of this! I am afraid of the life I have put myself in! I am afraid of the outcome! Afraid of the people’s lives I have destroyed! The innocence that I have wrecked! When you were alive, no one saw what it would lead to. I never did. I only joined in because you were my friend and I had to be some dumb ass nigger that listened to all that you said. But, once you were killed, I never turned back. I kept going forward. I blamed everything on Vincent, Cyri, and all of them. Then when Donnie was tortured, I still had my hatred.”
“Then why, Mychael, did you continue doing all of this?” Ratliff looked at Mychael who was starting to form tears around his eyes.
“I was afraid. After all the brutality, I started thinking about my life. I started wondering if this was really the life I wanted to lead. I looked at television, heard music that said that this was a great life style. That said if I was to continue on this path that everything would be great. Everything would be wonderful.
“but then, I started looking at the hell it has caused. Looked at where I was at in my life. I want out. There, I said it. I want out. I hate this, I despise this, I want out Ratliff.” once Mychael said that, Ratliff put his hand up.
“Before we continue, there is one thing I want to make clear. That is that Ratliff Hodge burns in hell for all eternity, my birth name is Garrett Favreau Hodges and as such, I want - no, I Demand - my name be Garrett if you must speak to me at all.” Mychael nodded his head.
“Now, as to wanting out, there is one thing and way of what you can do: I know what Laser, Fulaytar, and Donnie have asked you to do. My thing is: do not do it. At all. Turn it down. Tonight, what you should do is leave. No questions asked.”
“But, what about my family? I can not leave them here, can I not?”
“You have a point Mychael. This is what you do, sense you have done this before, write a letter to them both saying that you have to go. Tell them that you will call them once you reach your destination. Find a trustworthy friend you can stay at for a while.” Garrett took a breath.
“I do not know. Just, after all that has happened and that I know that I want to escape this life, I just do not know -” Mychael looked overhead as Garrett kissed the top of his head.
“Two things. First, I am not gay. I am just kissing you as a friend/ guardian spirit (I am guessing you can call me that). Second is that I have complete faith that you will be able to do this well. Just have faith in yourself and this will work.”
Once the dream ended, Mychael was awoken with a few tears in his eyes. He put on his headphones and started listening to whatever song he first found on his MP4.
He started thinking and decided that it would be best to go with what Garrett had said.
He jumped off of his bed and started to get ready, the first thing he found was a piece of paper and started jotting down a quick message explaining where he would be at. He left it on his desk as he started wondering what to get to prepare his departure. Then he jumped in shock at seeing Lee by his front door.
“Yo,” Lee said. Mychael placed his hand over his heart, trying to breath.
“Fuck, you nearly scared the shit out of me!” Mychael said, leaning against a wall. “Now, why are you here?”
“Simple: Me and Snoop have orders to perform the job tonight. Apparently, it was moved from tomorrow till tonight.” Lee said with something of a smile on his face.
“Wait, did you get an email or what?” Mychael looked quizzically at Lee. Something did not feel right about this. At all.
“Email. Check if you do not believe me.” Mychael turned on his email and started looking for it. Once he saw that he did not get any email, he saw something off of the reflection of the screen. What he saw was Lee pulling out his gun and started to point it at Mychael.
Once it was in perfect alignment with him, right when Lee’s forefinger was one the trigger, Mychael took his leg and kicked the gun out of Lee’s hand. With a heavy thud, it landed on the ground, but a bullet smashed into a window, breaking it down.
Taking his fist, he punched Lee right in the nose then kicked him in the stomach so that he fell on his back. While the sound of a television and some pictures smashed into the ground, it became Mychael’s shock that he did not hear anything from outside of his room.
Kicking Lee in the head and taking both his and Lee’s guns, he stormed outside and down to where his parents were. When he was able to see into his room, what he saw was too late. Snoop had already fired a second bullet into the mattress that had Mychael’s parents in it.
Thinking beyond fast, he went and stormed out side into the backyard. Jumping over some few sets of fences, he made a run towards down the road not looking back once.

The Trial Of Cyri. Chapter Nine. REVISED.

2011-07-07T23:41:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER NINE

Jadis leaned back in her seat during her fifth period civics class. Looking around, she saw what is suppose to be normal: Kids talking to one another, some trying to play pranks on the teacher, and the normal events that would get on people’s nerves. For her, those were busted too long ago. These idiots just recreated them just to destroy them.
This chaos lasted for about ten minutes while she was checking some of her paper work. Once the clock had reached eleven forty, everyone heard something of a mini explosion as the teacher, or rather giant, slammed his fist down and stood up. Due to his weight, the very floor shook. How long it would be until he creates a hole in the ceiling due to them being on the second floor, one could only guess.
“Okay my little ‘children’,” he said in a rather sly, but thick with a Southern accent. “Today we are going to continue what we talked about: Congress men who were impeached under oath. LIGHTS!” He screamed on top of his voice. While Jadis tried to stop the rattling in her ears, she regretted being in a class that had a football coach as it’s instructor.
“Thank you sweetie.” He said to the girl that turned off the lights. Once the overhead projector was turned on, a picture of President Bill Clinton was shown on the screen.
“Now,” he began. “I know that you are all not a bunch of morons that I need to go and tell you who that is. But, a few things you must be aware of. The first is that he was not excluded out of office due to having sexual relations with another woman outside of office. He was removed due to lying under oath about those accusations. In my opinion, he should have been removed for breaking his wife’s heart.” As he clicked the mouse for the next slide, some of the students thought that they heard him call him an asshole.
“Okay, who is this person?” He asked once a picture of a well groomed, middle age man appeared on the board.
“Former President Colin Rush Bonham.” A student near the front said.
“Good.” The teacher said. “Now, why was he impeached?”
“Due to him having associations with underground snuff film industries. He was known for giving numerous millions to this organization so he could sell them cheaply overseas. By doing this, he was able to make more money then imaginable and thus becoming wealthy.” the student said.
“Alright now. Who was the one that ended up uncovering him?” Jadis raised her hand.
“I believe that it was a senator named McLaughlin, am I write?” She asked, looking through her notes.
“That is right cutie pie.” Now, Jadis liked Coach Bishop well enough, but hated that he got this friendly with some students. Sometimes it helped that due to them having a handicap student, another teacher needed to be their to help. Why she took this so lightly, no one knew. But as long as Bishop did not do anything, then it would be alright.
“Yes. McLaughlin was the one who ratted out Bonham. Now, there was one thing that was uncovered when Bonham was caught: McLaughlin ended up having associations with overseas sex trafficking links, mostly with the trafficking of underage girls. He was originally introduced to this when he was stationed overseas and witness this abomination. But, once he bought some of the services and learned how much money was made, he talked to some of the big names of these industries into allowing him to join. Reluctant, they allowed him but to station some of his based in America.” As he was talking, the sound of students jotting down note on what he was saying was filling the air, underlining his loud voice. Secretly, Jadis was recording every word on her phone.
“Once in America, he contacted some of the prostitution rings and talked about the underage children aspect. After finding out what was being done with these rings, he was in talks about combining the American trafficking with the ones overseas thus creating something of an empire made off of slavery.
“Now, the main fault in all of this was simple: he was reckless. He should have found a way to keep his name out of all of the dangers that would befallen such a stupid idea. Well, one prostitute was used for a snuff film that Bonham was making. Once McLaughlin found out which one, he became filled with anger due to that particular one being his favorite. Out of rage, he had him under arrest for the Snuff industry. When asked under the court of law if anyone else was involved, Bonham ratted out McLaughlin. When asked for proof of evidence, what was found on McLaughlin’s computer were encrypted documents about the transactions.
“Ever sense it came out that this type of slavery was around, The United Nations have tried everything in their power to put an end to this. As it is with human nature, you can never fully trust anyone completely. So, anyone in any form of high office in the world is subject to having their computers checked by the U.N. While trying to combat the trafficking, they were able to get a list of well known names in these fields. One of the most infamous was German born Dieter Laser (not to be confused by the actor of the same name). He, being Laser, will be discussed tomorrow.
“Now, the one item of this that needs to be understood is that McLaughlin was careless by leaving too many clues as to how he was involved. What he would do for his reports was write, what he called, stories that would have the information hidden. While these stories were never released publicly, what should be known and acknowledge is that once they were linked to these cold hearted men, he was removed from office and put into prison. So, remember: he left office not because of what he was associated with, but because he lied under oath about having involvement with the entire affair.” He looked around at everybody who was writing down notes.
“Well, that is all I have for today’s lecture. Get to work on your sheets.” With that, the lights came back on and he started blasting this music from his computer. The only thing that Jadis knew about the music was that one song had to deal with girls in California and another about a feel good incorporation (both songs sucked to her).
With her work already done, she asked if she could go out and get some water.
Once she was alone, she saved her recorded audio of the lecture on her phone. Opening an email, she sent a copy to herself and to Blaze. She knew from her research that those were a few names that had popped up, but that information might become useful to her.
Sipping some water, her heart froze in terror. Around the hallway, walking towards her, were the voices of Snoop and Mychael. In a moment of thinking, she quietly but quickly ran to the girl’s restroom and waited till they were gone. But, she being their, heard their conversation.
“Nigger, I am going to tell you now: You are fucked up.” The voice of Snoop said.
“I am not even joking man!” Mychael said. “I know that he has been talking to me. It has been happening sense last week. Every time I sleep, I hear Ratliff’s voice telling me all of this crap. Everything from how we need to change our ways to him wanting to redeem himself. Just, I can not take this anymore, man!”
“Okay, then this is what you do: talk to a shrink!”
“No way. I do so, I give everything away. I just can’t.”
“Then what do you suggest you do about this then?” They were silent for a few moments.
“I do not know man. I, just do not know.”
“Well, you better think of something. If anything was to happen to any of our plans, then we will both be elephant fucked and I do not want to get elephant fucked because getting elephant fucked is fucking painful.” Another silence.
“As I said, I will think about what to do. Just, hearing his voice, hearing him saying that he regrets what he has done, it just completely abnormal to even me! I have no rethought about what we do. I know that. But, to have Ratliff’s voice in my head, telling me this and that, I just do not know.”
“Look, I will tell you this: if this continues, come to me and tell me all of what is being said. Just, do not tell any of the other members. It would only cause trouble which we do not need. Got it?”
“Yeah, got it.”
“Good. Now, lay off of the booze.” With that, Jadis heard them walking out of the men’s room and down the hall. After about a few minutes with Jadis trying to catch her breath, she felt a small vibration in her hand. She looked down and heard that the memory on her phone’s audio recorder was going out. She smiled to herself as she finally turned off the recorder. Looking at the messages she sent, she saw that they were both fail sense.
Dumb luck.

The darkness of the meeting room that hosted Fulaytar, Donnie, and Laser was quiet for the most part with only the beeping on the computers behind them. They have been quiet due to them thinking about their operations and how they were going to go threw with their plans. They had everything set up for the execution of Cyri’s parents, but they were having fears about the three boys that were going to carry this out.
Unknown to Snoop and Mychael, Lee has been keeping the Top Three updated on everything that was going on. What had gotten them worried was when Lee came to them, saying about Mychael loosing his mind.
“My fellow gentlemen,” Laser said, turning to them. “What do you think of Mychael? Trust worthy?”
“Seeing as how he was my cousin’s friend, my guess is that he just misses him. Perfectly understandable.” Donnie said, taking a sip of the beer he had next to him.
“But what if these are caused by a deep desire to quite us and thus, destroy us?” Fulaytar asked. Laser looked up.
“If that was to happen, we silence him. Simple as that.” Laser said thoughtfully.
“I have to agree. I mean, he is an okay guy, but this is business. Nothing personal. Besides, we could do one thing.” Laser and Fulaytar looked Donnie.
“Let’s say that we find out he is quitting us and decides to work for Cyri and her group. We could start feeding him false information so that he becomes a weapon for us. Think about: he quits us, joins them, feeds them fake information, then we bust them on their asses.” Laser nodded solemnly.
“Good idea, young leader. But I have something better.” Laser picked up a phone and dialed a few numbers. “Yes, Lee? It is Laser. Please come to the office with Snoop. We have something to talk to you two boys about.”

The Trial of Cyri. Chapter Eight. REVISED

2011-07-06T12:35:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Mychael was at the bar, a glass of some liquid in his hand, listening to the music that was blaring on the juke box near him. With a sigh, he drained another glass. Always looking ahead and trying to hold back tears. He promised himself that today of all days he would not shed a tear. But, if you have been friends with someone for a rather long period of time, that is beyond easier said then done.
Ignoring the outside noise, he took the glass that had a few drops left and raised it above him.
“Here’s to you fallen comrade.” He said as he gulped down the remainder of the drink. Slamming his glass down, he ordered another one. The man behind the bar, looking at him, scoff at the sight.
“Kid,” he said. “You look like shit. You okay?” Mychael looked at the bartender and removed the gun that was by his side.
“Unless you want to keep your mother fucking life, just feel the glass and be happy that someone is keeping you in business.” Without saying a word, the man filled Mychael’s glass and returned to his job.
Chugging the drink, Mychael put his head into his hands and started to silently weep. All the while, he was talking to himself in his head.
“Goddamn it Ratliff! Why the fuck did you have to get involved in this shit? I should have been there with you. I should have helped you like how you helped me before. I tried to warn you that this was wrong. I tried. But why the fuck did you not listen to me?!?!?!” Mychael yelled in his head. Then, there was a few moment’s of silence until he heard a voice in his head.
“About one thing I never told you my friend: I actually listen to some classic rock once in a while.” Ratliff said. Mychael jumped back in shock.
“Ratliff?!?!?! What the fuck? How the- What the- FUCK?!?!?!?!” Ratliff chuckled under his breath.
“Yeah, I am here. Yet I am not. You see, when I died, part of me lived on in you. My guess is that due to us being friends our hearts became intertwined. Basically, I am you as you are me as I am you as we are all together.”
“Okay, I have had too many drinks.”
“Yeah, that I will admit. But, one thing also is that this is not due to you drinking too much. So, yeah. You can kind of count me as being your conscience.” Mychael just stared off in shock.
“Okay, this I am going to get use to in a bit. But, as of now, I want to know what the fuck you are wanting from me?” He heard Ratliff sigh.
“I was honestly hoping that you would have guessed that by now. But, apparently you have not. Well, due to me wanting to take this to my advantage, I will only say this: I have caused a lot of hell in my life when I was alive. I want to fix all the hell I have caused.” Ratliff said.
“But - but - how?”
“Good things to those that wait, my friend.” Ratliff replied.
“Hey, kid.” Someone said. “Hey! Kid! You alive?” Mychael shook his head after a few seconds.
“It’s alright people!” The bartender said. “ The kid is still breathing. Probably had too many drinks.” Once Mychael got to his feet, he looked around at all the people staring at him. Throwing down some money, he quickly left the bar without turning back at all. In all the embarrassment, he heard some people complaining about the law that allows anyone fifteen and older to drink.
Once on the streets, he walked around trying to clear his mind. He had no idea what had happened when he had apparently passed out. Just, he had heard that some people do hallucinate about former friends, but this was just outrageous! Along the way, he took out his cell phone and called up Lee.
“Lee? It’s Mychael.”
“Hey man! Yeah, what’s up?” There was some heavy bass blaring in the background of the voice when Mychael called.
“Long story short: can I come over to your house for a bit? I kind of want to speak with you.” There was a moment of silence.
“Uh, yeah sure. What’s wrong?”
“I will say once I get there. Just, have a few drinks waiting for me. I am going to need them.” Mychael hanged up his phone and walked towards Lee’s house.

One of the few good things about Lee’s family: All of their jobs are far away at their town. His mother, to a lot of people’s shock, actually works as a middle school teacher teaching biology. His father, on the other hand, works as a police officer. Having a parent work with the school board and one working with law, a few people can learn a thing or two.
Once at Lee’s house, Mychael just walked right in like he owned the place. Looking around, he saw the television on and just plopped himself in front of it, looking to see what was on. He did not care what was, he just wanted something other then the news blaring.
Lee brought two beers with him and started drinking one once he sat down opposite of Mychael. They sat in silence drinking their drinks. At first, neither of them wanted to say a word. It was like that for about fifteen minutes. Once the silence was getting on Lee’s last nerves, he decided to start talking.
“Okay man.” He said, putting his empty can on the table. “What’s going on? Who do we need to kill.” Mychael closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
“Do you believe that the dead can, once in a while, return to talk to you?” Lee stared at Mychael.
“Does this have to deal with what today is? If so, I already paid my tribute to our fallen friend.” Mychael shook his head.
“No, not that. Well, maybe. I do not know.” Mychael thought about what he said and took another swig.
“Then, what?” Lee asked.
“I know what today is. But what I want to know is: if you were friends with someone for a rather long while, can they return in form of spirit to talk to you?” Lee let out a laugh.
“Only when you are more drunk then some whore on twelve avenue.”
“That is the thing.” Mychael said. “I have been more intoxicated then this before. Way more. My thing is that while I was at Tech Noir, I started hearing Ratliff’s voice.” Lee leaned back and exhaled loudly.
“Two words: Bull and Shit.”
“I am not joking man!” Mychael raised his voice a bit. “I heard his voice. Basically, he said that he wants to correct all the wrong he has done in this world but needs us to do it for him!” Mychael was trying to convince his friend that this was true, but there was no such luck.
“It is official: either you have gone ape shit or you do not want to do the job that we have been ordered by Donnie to carry out.”
“It is not like that Goddamn it! I know I am not fucking crazy! Why can’t you just see that!” Mychael was now yelling.
“I do. It is called you being drunk. Here, go into the spare room and pass out for a while. Who knows, maybe you will wake up and feel better.” Mychael got up and walked to the front door.
“I know what I heard. I know he talks to me. Maybe because you were not as close friends with him as I was you can’t see that. But, I am telling you now: I know what I heard and I believe that he is talking to me. Maybe you do not see it now, but sooner or later you will.” With that, Mychael stormed out and did not look back.

The Grins Of Chelsea. Chapter One.

2011-06-27T13:25:00.000-07:00

SPEAKER: COLIN RUSH
SETTING: HIS HOME ON 6TH STREET, HOUSE NUMBER 3635, HIS OFFICE
TIME: 5:27, 6:08, 10:01
DATE: APRIL, 11

Today was suppose to be,
like all Saturday's,
my bloody day off!
Oh dear lord.

My fist,
heavy with sleep,
beaten to death another alarm clock.
I really need to stop doing that.

It was not the alarm's fault,
it was mine.
I take responsibility.
I forgot to turn it off.

But that was not the reason,
not at all,
for my attitude this morning.
Something else was.

The broken clock aside,
me nested in my bed,
I tried to go back to sleep.
But unable to.

On the bed stand,
next to a glass of water,
my cell phone laid,
the lights flashing on the wall.

Tired,
and not really wanting to wake up,
I check it who was,
then moaned in regret.

It was Ron James.
My boss.
I was asking myself why he was calling me,
this early.

Once the phone,
snugly against my ear,
was activated,
I listened in intend to what was said.

To the most part,
from what I heard,
I have to get my ass down there,
to see something unbelievable.

Unbelievable?
What is that anymore?
With the world how it is,
nothing is.

But,
when you have a job,
you have to do it.
I wish I did not have to today.

Flash forward some time,
me being washed up and clean,
with my canister filled with coffee,
and driving down to the scene.

It took some time,
me getting lost a bit,
till I found it:
3635 A. Road.

Once the car was parked,
and I was able to see,
I got past threw the security,
and found my boss.

Huge,
had a weird odor,
and should drop a few pounds.
Yeah, that describes him.

He looked up from a clip board,
containing note I assume,
and motioned me to wait a few.
He would be right over.

I looked around the scene,
absorbing the area.
The first thing I noticed,
was the travel morgue there.

It is rare,
I must confess,
that I see them.
This ought to be fun.

He walked over,
his stomach jiggling,
as he told me what he knew.
This ought to be a bore.

To sum it all up,
in a nice package,
this city has a new murderer
that has the name of Chelsea Grin.

Wondering why,
my brain not completely awake,
it was named Chelsea Grin.
He showed me.

He took me inside,
the house smelling musty,
to a bedroom that was cold,
with a window busted open.

On the bed it laid,
covered with a black bag.
It had some blood underneath,
giving me the sign.

He motioned everyone to leave,
and closed the window.
It was him and I.
Welcome to his nightmare.

He showed me the body,
and I nearly fainted.
To save you the fears,
I will explain about the grin.

Chelsea Grin,
in simple terms,
is someone cutting you,
in the checks to give you a smile.

A smile she had,
and the blood had stained.
Looked like someone likes comics,
when they have to deal with Bats and Jokers.

I took a step back,
making sure I did not hit anything.
I stared at the face,
a true flash of horrorshow.

I asked him,
with my voice caked with shock,
what we know about him,
and what possible motives.

He said her name was Amy Judd.
She was young,
obviously beautiful,
and so someone had thought.

He said that it was a sex thing.
Some weird fetish he assumed.
From how the other cuts are,
this was not pretty.

The only other thing I noticed,
while I was looking at the body,
was the dissemblance skin
right around her midsection.

A few hours later,
with about a gallon of coffee in my body,
I sit at my desk,
trying to type out paperwork.

For the most part,
it was empty.
My desk I mean.
I have nothing to put on.

No Pictures.
No Plaques.
No...
Nothing.

It is not that I am a failure,
please understand that.
I just really hate showing off.
That is all.

The paper I was suppose to be writing,
on my day off,
was about the corpse,
and what I think will happen.

But first thing is first:
How the fuck can I describe what I saw?
For the most part,
I couldn't.

From what I told you,
to be honest,
was not all the details.
Not even a sample.

I can not bare myself to think of her,
being the state she was in.
I could only think,
and wonder a question.

That question is:
Who would do this?
Who,
and why?

The Grins Of Chelsea. Prologue.

2011-06-27T05:51:00.000-07:00

SPEAKER: CHELSEA GRIN
SETTING: OUTSIDE HOUSE NUMBER 3635
TIME: 11:39
DAY: APRIL 10

Well,
Here we are!
Nice of you to join.
I hope you enjoy.

Why?
Why do I hope you enjoy?
Simple:
The lovely flesh has gotten my eyes.

I am by her window,
oh it is so lovely!
I stare at her skin,
beautiful like snow.

She looks soft,
all of her natural curves in place.
My heart races
when I get a better sight.

She picks up a phone,
me hearing her lovely voice.
My brain melts,
as I try to concentrate.

The knife I have,
A beautiful instrument,
Glistens in the moon,
like an army of diamonds.

I have waited all night,
for this occasion.
I have waited all night,
to peal her skin off!

Why must someone,
who is so beautiful,
flaunt and ruin,
her naturalness?

She turns off her phone,
placing it on a table.
As she stands,
I hide in the trees.

When she leaves her room,
I stay in my position.
One must be patient,
before enjoying his lustful pleasures.

HA HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA HA HA!
HE HE HE HE HE!
HE HE HE HE HE!

I sit against the tree,
me thinking about my job.
I start to remember,
my other test subjects.

They were all okay,
just things no one will forget.
Everyone from the bum on the street,
to the asshole fucking bitches.

No one remembers them.
No one needs them.
I butchered them up,
seeing their beautiful organs.

It was all so fast,
do not worry dear reader.
They only suffered for some time.
Six hours the most!

have you ever heard one scream,
beg for his life?
It is the best music in the world.
Even more when I give them my little signature.

I was in the bush too deep to be noticed,
no lights at all.
I see some other lights turn off,
OH!, you must love your wonderful grinning night lover!

I wait for hours,
seemed like minutes.
By the time that she is finally there,
I am giddy with excitement!

This will be fun.
I wonder what her reaction would be,
when she sees me,
and my eternal grin.

She removes the robe,
me having one last look at her lovely body.
Once she putted on her night gown,
it begins my final countdown.

She went to her mirror,
coming her beautiful brunette hair.
I start to quiver at the sight.
Women are the most beautiful creature alive.

Once all the lights were off,
and she was in bed,
I counted from a thousand.
I must be patient.

1000,
999,
998,
997.

This is boring,
why wait?
why not have fun!
Why wait to see her redness?

996,
Fuck this shit.
003,
002.

I take one of the knives,
the one I keep at my side.
I cut open the screen.
It was so silent you could hear the neighbors next door.

Once inside,
the ice darkness,
I move to her body
with perfect stealthiness.

I loom over her,
seeing her sleep.
Heavy sleeper eh?
And with the quickness, this should be fun!

I take the needle out,
filled with enough morphine to knock someone dead,
and then I insert it into her.
She never awakens.

Leaning back,
listening to a song in my head,
I wait about two minutes
for the drugs to work.

It all takes time,
you know?
All the processes,
and the presentation.

First you must know why you are doing this,
I have a motive.
I have a reason.
Just like all the others out their.

Now,
If you are reading,
you must be wondering:
Why am I doing this?

The answer is not money,
Is not love,
Is not sex.
The answer is...

IT'S TIME!
I go to her,
checking her now lowered pulse,
then I drag her out.

Lighter then I thought,
Cuter then I've seen.
She has her soft skin,
oh, how it glistens.

I put her in my bag,
gentle so not to ruin her.
Over my shoulder she goes,
as I step outside.

Looking around,
all the lights off,
people must be sleeping.
Work tomorrow honey!

I locate my car,
the lovely Durango 95.
In the back she goes,
while I go to the front.

Once inside,
the engine on,
I start to drive,
waiting for my ultimate task.

HA HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA HA HA!
HE HE HE HE HE!
HE HE HE HE HE!

Death.

2011-06-25T10:42:00.000-07:00

I have lived for too long.
Longer then most would ever want to.
As I sit upon my throne,
I stare into the complete abyss.

I start to wonder,
as I am forever to do,
is wonder why I am this.
What have I done?

I stare into other worlds,
I see the great light,
the colors one dreams of,
all of which is unobtainable to me.

The last memory I have,
so long ago,
was of me as a mortal,
living my life.

I was typical.
The opposite of now.
I was every other person,
except for my one flaw.

I believe everything has flaws,
regardless if they believe it.
But once learned completely,
it becomes your curse.

I learned mine.
I never meant to!
It just happened,
out of a fit of rage.

I was at one time,
longer then I can really remember,
someone of power.
Someone whom other feared.

While I lived a normal life,
family and all,
I was in charge of an army,
one only said in novels.

As the head,
the Don if you will,
I create plans,
and executed orders.

Few got in my way,
most never tried.
Those that did,
got the treatment of the gun.

It was simple.
It was efficient.
I kept my cool.
I was careless.

I was this head,
I help this power.
For years and years,
thus it had remained.

Why I was careless,
had to do with my group.
They were not tamed.
They had no real control.

Like one person said,
in a great film:
"Keep your friends close,
keep you enemies closer."

I kept my friends close.
I kept my family close.
But never my enemies,
and that was my down fall.

As I grew in power,
a rebellion was created.
Some people despised me,
something I never planned.

They acted well,
they fooled me.
I am a person that is hard to full,
a little info for you.

For years they had this mask,
one that cloaked them all.
I lived one life believing their lie,
they lived another.

How could I have been so wrong?
So cynical?
I have one theory.
The girl in shadows.

One night while at my desk,
writing out new plans for the group,
she walked in.
This beautiful girl around my age.

She was tall,
long flowing black hair.
Thin with perfect curves.
Not too large, not too small.

She said that she wanted to join,
saying she could go undercover.
She said she could dig up some information for me,
some I could not get any other way.

I thought about it,
I talked about it.
We thought about it.
We talked about it.

Once she was signed on,
we were pushing it to the limit.
We were walking along the razor's edge.
We were going places.

While the group was going,
so was me and her.
We were together,
we were both happy.

She became second in command,
when I had to leave.
I taught her all there was,
she knew what to do.

I was in Vegas,
working out some deals for a new branch.
I got a phone call,
from one of my only few friends.

I was informed of the down fall,
the group was thinking of new ways.
They were going to retaliate.
I never trusted anyone else.

I arrive back at my lodging,
back in my town.
I abandoned all of my weapons and money,
except for some money and my ultimate weapon.

While I was clearing everything,
making it all ready for future events,
a tragedy happened,
unlike any other.

I turned on the news,
to my bitter shock,
to learn of my family,
all dead.

I sat stunned,
as the camera zoomed around the scene.
I noticed somethings,
that told me who done it.

There was a symbol for my group.
The symbol was of a Catholic styled 'Z'.
It was branded into the chest of them all,
already covered with flies.

A darkness concealed me,
changing me into my last form.
Vengeance changes a person:
It can make them realize what they are capable of.

I burnt all of my belongings,
even my legal papers.
I knew that for revenge,
I shall die in the process.

I bought my only tool,
knowing the dish that was about to be created.
An old saying said that vengeance is a dish best serve cold.
They were damn right about that.

With a black leather cloak on,
my head covered in shadows,
I took the scythe in hand,
and got my revenge.

It took me days,
finding everyone who was responsible.
The news said that it was beyond shocking,
just the sight of the red red kroovy to start.

Once I found someone,
willing to speak,
I learned who ordered the attack:
The girl in gray.

I spent days finding her.
Weeks.
Months.
Until she came into sight.

I found her home,
payed for with my money.
I entered her home,
and waited for her to return.

I looked into her files,
trying to find the truth.
I came upon it,
but as to why I never expected.

She was someone from my past,
someone I never imagined to see again.
Fate must be true,
for mine was already sealed.

A while back,
during one rebellion,
a man died,
all by accident.

A fight broke out,
one that divided a town.
Massacres everywhere,
not a pretty sight.

Decas of people died.
I was healed responsible.
One such person,
was The Girl In Gray's brother.

I put down the report,
and then opened another.
This one said of how she found me.
I should have known.

She worked for an opposite organization.
Worked for someone who was against me.
She was paid to spy on my.
Her loving me was unintentional.

I heard a noise!
The sound of a lock clicking.
I hide in the dark,
waiting for her.

She enters this stage,
tired from her day.
She goes to her liquor cabinet,
getting herself a drink.

She makes one,
she kills it.
One solider arrives,
she knocks them done.

When she was intoxicated,
she passed out.
Her head on the bar,
her pale neck exposed.

I stalked over to her,
The scythe in hand.
I leaned it over her neck,
prepared to slash.

I bring it down,
hearing the slicing of the bones,
when I hear something else,
something unexpected.

I look down on my cloak,
feeling a pain.
I see a dark red appear.
The red red kroovy.

I see her hand,
a gun in hand.
I saw her phone,
a camera showing my location.

I smiled.
She new all along.
Naughty naughty naughty!
You filthy old soonka!

I lay on my back,
my eyes closed.
I relax,
feeling my soul fading.

It felt like years,
maybe decades,
until I open my eyes,
to what I saw.

A black room,
with a table in the middle.
On one side a skeleton,
with a picture of wine and two goblets.

I join this reaper,
taking a glass,
and having a drink
all the while wondering his motive.

He says that due to my crimes,
ending lives I should never have,
I am doomed forever.
to reap the souls of those who are doomed.

I am never to age,
never to be seen,
just to rot away,
until someone else is picked.

For about a hundred years I have done this,
living on this throne watching the world.
I start to love this job,
seeing how I see everything.

I have seen a hell of a lot,
from a mass genocide to the destruction of two towers,
I have seen it all.
I am legend.

I look into the abyss,
my only friend,
and I see my next target,
one that I must get.

I allow the darkness to absorb me,
feeling my bones being shoved into the darkness,
and to my next victim,
whomever that might be.

I land at the base of a cliff,
a suicide caused by a grieving teen.
How pitiful,
someone takes their life for love.

I shake my skull,
taking my scythe.
I lean it over his heart,
and pierce him with the blade.

Once the blade glowed,
a fantastic white,
I rip it out,
seeing the hole fix itself up.

This is my curse,
the one I am forced to live by.
All due to a few choices,
I am doomed forever to be alone in the darkness.

Imaginarium.

2011-06-24T13:14:00.000-07:00

It is around that time again,
when the clock dongs all over again.
The sweet sound it makes,
as the seconds tick by.

I am by my window,
sitting at my desk no less.
My coffee cup hot,
warming the scene.

I look at my candles,
black as midnight.
Oh, how the fire burns,
crackling in the silence.

I lay back,
relaxing each mussel.
I feel my body lessen,
as I start to drift.

Within minutes,
or was it seconds?
I was gone
and into the land of white.

I look from the front to the back,
and all I see are the black doors.
Each one embedded with a number,
painted bright gold and easy to read.

I go down each door,
listening with all possibilities.
I was looking for one story,
one that has yet to be heard.

I hear in one door the dream a friend was having,
one that involved his very personal experience.
I thought for a second,
then denied that door.

As I was going down (or up?) the rows,
I start to think.
What my mind was pondering,
was this curse.

From the day I was born,
till the day I die (I guess),
I have this ability,
to see people's dreams.

At first,
I was frightened.
Then I decided,
what I must do.

I was a poor man,
living off of scraps anywhere.
That was until I found out,
how grand my power was.

I decided to write,
become one like the real Gods.
I view people's dreams,
then write them

'How genius!' I tell myself,
as I first decided!
'How genius!' I cried,
when I became a success.

I go up a few,
down a thousand,
looking for a new dream,
one that is crying out to me.

I kept on looking,
looking for something original.
Not like a little green bag,
but more like something golden.

I grow tired,
as I start to realize it.
I should have seen this coming,
but it was too late.

As I looked,
I understood.
Some of the doors are missing.
Others lead to blank white walls.

I run as fast as I can,
my legs pumping at the veins.
I break out in a cold sweat,
pure terror on my face.

I rip open the doors,
one by one,
for hours and hours.
Maybe days and days.

Until I found one door.
One I never imagined.
And but the looks of it,
a wonderful or terrible dream was ensured.

I take a deep breath,
drying the sweat on my face.
Extending my hand,
I enter the door.

Once I got settled,
my feet that is,
I start to notice something.
Something rather off.

I look around me,
seeing all that one could.
I hear the thunder cracking,
and the sky a horrific purple.

There was only one path,
made out of burnt brick and ash.
Each step the same,
all bland.

No where to go,
nothing to gaze at,
I start on this path,
hoping it will lead to somewhere.

As I continue,
random explosions take place.
I jumped a few times,
but then I calmed down.

As I saw each one,
each explosion that erupted,
I head screams,
Screams unlike any other.

These were imagined screams.
Screams that come from the minds of others.
Each one being destroyed.
Each one being burnt.

I wanted to save them,
but these dark fiends were too far down.
If I was to try to save them,
I would be killed.

I continue on my path,
trying to ignore the screams.
Each one worse then the last.
If that was even possible.

I spent days on this path,
wishing for the rows of light walls.
I wondered how I could go back,
return to the doors and hallways.

Once the path ended,
I found another door.
On it there was a word.
One written in a color too beautiful to say.

I looked up and read the word.
It was odd,
but I said the word out loud:
Imaginarium.

Once said,
and I heard the silence,
I felt a warmness in my chest,
one that resembled first love.

The shape of a heart,
opened in my chest.
While no blood came out,
a bright light did.

Out of this light,
and out of the heart,
a single ray emerged,
and went into the keyhole on the door.

For a few seconds
or however long it took,
I heard the clicking of the inner locks,
and my excitement grew.

Once it was all done,
the door handles became physical.
They were painted on the door,
but then they appeared.

I grabbed them,
one in each hand,
and tried to pull,
but something was wrong.

I tried again,
but something was wrong.
Again, and again.
Same result.

I re-looked at the word.
Imaginarium.
Imaginarium.
Imaginarium.

The word circled my mind.
Something about it.
Something off.
Until I figured it out.

With the new word in mind,
biting away at my lips,
I shouted:
IMAGINATION!

I head the final clicks,
a glow erupted from the cracks on the door.
I grabbed the door handles,
and opened the door.

What I saw,
with my own two eyes,
was something that I never expected,
from the words Imagination and Imaginarium.

I saw...
I saw...
I saw...
... nothing.

Nothing.
Except for all white.
I heard a loud clash behind me,
only to find the doors gone.

I walked around the emptyness.
Looking for a way out.
Was I going north or south?
East or west?

While I saw nothing,
a strange sense of calm happened.
I should not,
but I was calm.

Then a voice was heard.
One I could not identify.
It spoke of the problem,
why the world was this.

He said it was due to the brain,
not working.
Due to people,
forgetting the old ways.

I was chosen,
he said,
to remind people
of the true life.

'The true life,'
he said.
'that only the ones who give life
can give.'

'Electronics,
no matter the purpose,
can not break the tradition,
no matter what.'

He said that I must go back to my world,
type out what I had experienced.
I must type this out,
and get people back into different worlds.

Each voice I heard,
each one screaming,
was that of an idea,
for a world someone had.

I realized that every time an idea would come,
something that could change the world,
someone would destroy it.
Create a dulled version.

When I woke up,
to my candles out and my coffee cold,
I had some tears in my eyes,
as I thought of those souls.

Every time someone creates a story,
or thinks of one,
that person harnesses the power of God,
the power to create a world and let people live.

Too many people give up on that power,
thinking it is pathetic.
No one wants to open their minds.
No one wants to create their power.

As I type out my story,
one that might be my best,
I hope someone will create a world,
create a universe and have the power of God.

The Trial Of Cyri. Chapter Seven. REVISED

2011-06-22T13:05:00.001-07:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

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

The ice midmorning hair ran threw Cyri’s hair as she walked home. One thing as of recent: few people drive in the streets. Something about gas being to expensive. For Cyri, she could care less. Walking actually helped her clear her mind. The only thing that she was now wondering would be what the fate of the group and what Donnie would be planning on doing next. It, at times drove her insane. Needing to relief her mind, she put in her music player and listened to the score of The Vampire Chronicles: Interview With The Vampire.
As the haunting sounds of the Latin choir started playing, she looked and saw Tad walking to his home. Even though he now lived away from her (his mother finally found a serious boyfriend. For once.) she was wanting to look for some time to talk to him. She was still aggravated due to his hatred for her boyfriend, but she still acknowledged the fact that he was, at one time, her first friend and someone she cared for deeply. She only wished that he would understand that. Taking a sigh, she walked towards him.
“Tad!” she called, removing one of the ear buds from her ear. Tad looked at her and stopped in his tracks. Cyri ran to him.
“Welly, welly, well.” He said once she was near him. “To whom do I owe this extreme pleasure of?”
“I was thinking and decided that it would be best if I talk to someone after today’s meeting. Because of chance I found you here and figure why not talk to you. Besides, it has been months sense we lasted talked and I want to know where you live.” Once she stopped talking, they began to walk together. They were quiet at the start.
“So, during the past few months, what have you been up to?” She looked up at him.
“Well, in a nut shell I still dislike Vincent due to this group he had formed and what he has done with his creation, my mom finally found a serious boyfriend. Some intern at a court or something like that and due to them being serious, she decided to move in with him. He is nice enough, but I do not give a fuck. What about you?” He looked down on her.
“You basically know everything: dealing with Vincent not being here, running this gang, etc. You are aware that you can leave the group if you ask, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why do you incest of staying in the group?”
“Because you are in it.” Cyri stopped and grabbed his arm.
“Look, Tad.” She said. “I am aware that you love me more then as a friend and I respect that. Fuck, I am thankful I have such a loyal friend as you to still be here even though I have acted like a bitch and ignored you all of these past few months. But you need to understand that my heart is with Vincent. Not you. Yes, I will admit that you are cute and you are close to my heart, but as close as you are is as far as you will be. I am sorry but that is just that.” Tad looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.
“Just because I am aware of that fact does not mean, in the slightest, that I agree with it.” He started walking again. Cyri followed.
“And hating Vincent due to him and I still dating will not help matters in the slightest.”
“I am aware of that Cyri. But I still do not like him and that is that. End of discussion.” They were quiet for some time. “Okay, you see that house right there? Number 6261? Yeah, that is where I live. Look, I will see you later. I need to go. Bye.” Before Tad left, Cyri went and hugged him. When she let go, she said her farewell to him and left. If there was one thing that Cyri feared that day, it would have to be loosing him.

Evil Shall With Evil Be Expelled.

2011-06-17T23:47:00.001-07:00

When the days were old,

and the great sun awoken,

the magic one went out of his cave,

staff in hand.

Down the road that never ended,

to the rocks that towered high,

he engraved a message,

of a dream he had had.

A long way off,

when the world starts to die,

a power would be formed,

that would kill the dragon.

With the voice of hell,

with a band of angels,

they shall use the power of darkness,

to corrupt darkness.

Evil shall with Evil be expelled.

All wrong will be right.

Evil shall with Evil be expelled.

With the voice from hell.

The times had changed,

the world has weakened,

the one with the voice awoken,

amplified voice in hand.

With his band,

all whom no one knew,

the voice exploded,

shaking everyone.

Hatred in the eyes,

of others of the same,

the head dragon looked up,

his eyes set on the target.

The dragon unleashed his voice,

one that cloaked the world in darkness.

The dragon knew that he would win.

He had for many years from the dawn.

Evil shall with Evil be expelled.

All wrong will be right.

Evil shall with Evil be expelled.

With the voice from hell.

Years the fight was fought.

Time and time again.

The power was too strong.

The dragon had control.

The master of this world,

the creator of distraught minds,

the dragon controlled what to like,

told others the same.

If he hated one thing,

everyone hated.

If he hated one sound,

everyone hated.

He was a taxman.

He would tax you with insults.

You do not pay,

but with your solitude.

Evil shall with Evil be expelled.

All wrong will be right.

Evil shall with Evil be expelled.

With the voice from hell.

When all hope was almost lost,

and people thought that it was about to end,

one group was formed,

one to end it all.

Band with an unlikely voice,

and a band of misfits,

they fought against the dragon,

for metal will never die.

They found the lodging,

the castle of the dragon,

the cave was sealed,

only one thing to say.

Ruler of Heaven And Hell,

Controller of the Mob Rules,

Master Dehumanizer,

The Devil You Know shall open!

Evil shall with Evil be expelled.

All wrong will be right.

Evil shall with Evil be expelled.

With the voice from hell.

Once entered,

their magic was revealed.

The sounds made,

disturbed the dragon.

Having legions of others,

ones that followed his leadership.

They played their music,

ones that he approved.

The people who were brain washed,

by the controlling powers,

listened to The Dragon's music.

They loved it unconditionally.

Once the legion was done,

Our band began again.

They tried with all they learned,

from what the ancients told them.

Evil shall with Evil be expelled.

All wrong will be right.

Evil shall with Evil be expelled.

With the voice from hell.

The magic was unleashed!

The power of metal awakened.

The minions were shocked,

they never knew.

The power lasted for ours,

the minds of the corrupted changed.

They wondered what had happened,

why they were there.

The dragon looked around,

his realm falling apart.

He thought he had control,

forcing people to like what he thought was right.

The people turned away,

Forgetting the dragon.

They followed their own paths,

for their creativity will keep the dragon at bay.

Evil shall with Evil be expelled.

All wrong will be right.

Evil shall with Evil be expelled.

With the voice from hell.