Day 2 Part 3

Chapter 275-2

Day 2

Part 3

 

The movie ended and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house, as everyone mingled about talking about how much they really liked it. Some even said. “Thank God that Mr. Tate didn’t make this movie. For a minute there I thought for sure he did, but I couldn’t get over how clear the picture was, and all those sex scenes actually made sense.” Others quickly found us boys and wanted to ask some questions; like what else we had coming down the pipe line and asked if they could spend some time with them watching them lick their lips we all said not a problem as long as they made an arrangement with our boss first. After all, we were under the impression if they wanted our services it certainly wasn’t for free. Being as they to was just another client. 

Dad and Mr. Vincent answered all there question as they displayed the latest tapes and the magazine that came right off the presses. Many of them said they liked the idea of going into adult films, but wanted to see the numbers first. Dad would introduce them to Mr. Vincent who had a chart set up for those that wanted to see our projection and any documentation we had that would give them something to mull over, even though many of them were not going to be in business long.

The room quieted the moment Mr. Striker came back into the room with his friends. He didn’t look too happy as many eyes were upon him. Many were very upset about what he said about them. Others had different ideas as he came closer watching Mr. Bronson lay into him and which ended up in a huge fight and several of our guys had to step in and stop them from killing him, if are wondering where Mr. Tate came up with the character name of Mr. Bronson the school teacher.

You guessed it. Most people would think Bronson is just a very poplar name they knew the moment they hear it. Mr. Tate wasn’t original he used what he knew of people when creating characters for his films either to flatter his client and friends or to make enemies of them. In this case, it was out of flattery because of how endowed Mr. Bronson was.

But the big question on everyone’s mind was… did Stringum actually have the proof that he said he did about Mr. Striker and his goon squad murdering Mr. Tate and those boys in cold blood? He refused to answer, but his friends said it was all true. Which only made things worst as some of them really began to panic, realizing that what they said and did last night was caught on tape and Stringum had those tapes.

Stringum smiled as everyone in the room clapped telling him it was the best movie they had seen in ages. Wanting to know when the next one would be ready. Stringum said two months maybe three at best. Once we get our sets built here. But in the mean time, he would be working on getting settled in here now that Mr. Tate was gone.

Mr. Striker said. “We will see about that. You haven’t won yet Mr. Stringum. Remember I still have 80 percent of the votes… make that 90 percent now that Mr. Tate is gone. Which we will now take… now that your stupid movie is done; every one that would like to put their name forward may do so. We will convene once I am assured that cameras have been removed from the library.

“This vote is for all members here, then once we have decided who our first contenders will be they will put forth their case to why they should be considered. The buy in is 1 billion dollars. If you can not raise that amount by the time of the final vote is to take place. Your cadence will not be considered. No personal checks or credit will be taken. It can, however, be in diamonds or gems of some kind, gold bars or in silver, but most if not all of it must be in cold hard cash.

“You have until the final vote which will take place at 8 pm sharp. Now get the f**k out, I need to see my high ranking members we have some serious issue to discuss. You will find a ballot box outside of the library. Remember if you don’t have the money for the buy in, your vote for cadence will not be taken.”

The room went into a total panic as everyone started getting into groups. That actually could be considered a candidate. Everyone turned when Stringum said. “1 Billion dollars you say is the buy in, my question is Mr. Striker as you are putting your cadence in… do you have the money? Last I heard from Mr. Tate was you were nearly broke after he told you had to pay Mr. Holliman 80 million dollars for the causing Mr. Holliman to take Colby’s life that he didn’t need to take… If you hadn’t told him about some of your societies greatest secrets and knowing if you hadn’t he could be alive right now, but instead you couldn’t keep your damn mouth shut. And so he charged you 20 million for being stupid because you couldn’t keep that big mouth shut; leading to his death. that means you owe him 100 million dollars.”

Mr. Striker gave an evil little grin; said. “I do have the money; it was on the chopper when my friends arrived; would you care to see it?”

No one said anything as he whispered to his two new friends that had arrived on the chopper. They bowed to him going all the way down to the floor with arms and hands above their heads and said. “Where would you like it my master, our king, and lord of this world?” All in the same voice.

He said. “Right here where I am standing, so everyone in this room can see it and never question my authority once I take the throne tonight;” I watched as they got up from the floor and ran out of the room. Mr. Striker said turning to Stringum. “And where is your money Mr. Stringum if I may ask?” 

He said. “In my safe here, would you care to see it? Or would rather I have my men bring it out here so you sir and your friends will know that I plan to put my own name in?” He motioned over Tony and Mr. Vincent said. “Make sure that his money is real. I will have one of my guy's setup a table and counting machines. Since it seems nobody here trusts us. After what Mr. Tate has done to our reputation I wouldn’t trust anyone here either.”

He turned to Mr. Striker. “Would like that in gold bars, or in gems or cold hard cash? Tell you what let's make it 10 billion that way I can clean out my safe, or would you rather just keep it at 1 billion?”

He didn’t answer instead he laughed. “You think you can out best me? I know for a fact that Mr. Tate doesn’t have that large of a safe; or that kind of money. We all know he was flat broke the only money he had was he got last night and trust me it was not close to 1 Billion or 10 billion dollars.”

Stringum laughed. “Your right he doesn’t. But I do. I told you I own this house and everything in it the money that he earned last night wasn't even close. The money I am putting in is my own. That being said, I have put in a new safe where Mr. Tate didn’t have the combination to. Like I said I never trusted the man with my money. So I am asking you again, how would you like my 1 billion dollars. Knowing it would take you at least a few days to gather 10 billion. But for those that don’t know me. I willing to show you and them I can afford any amount it takes to make sure you sir, don’t win the votes you need or the cadence… By the way those votes you think you have, you don’t. That little present I gave you last night inside that trunk was just a sample of what I have been doing.

“Mr. Tate isn’t the only one that has men and business across the globe, my friend. I have a big surprise for when these fools as you call them to put forth their cadence that they could be short the votes you will need to make your claim to that throne you so dearly want and think you deserve. I would say more, but I am not stupid to revile the secrets that Mr. Tate has bestowed upon on me.  So, for now, we play this game of who can afford to be lord and master here as you put it. Already as you know I own this house and everything in it and all of Mr. Tate’s properties and holdings, if you get my meaning?”

Stringum left the room having several of his men follow him as we watched several steamer trunks being carried in and being placed right in front of Mr. Striker. One by one they opened them and everyone gasped seeing all that money, gems and gold and silver bars. I knew if my mother or my father saw that kind of money they would have died and gone to heaven. They would sell their very soul to the devil himself just for a small taste of it. Tony had his men place several large tables near the wall and setup several cash counting machines; Stringum had his guys in white Jackets begin the tedious job of counting all the money.

Nobody trusted anybody as more trunks of with money entered the room. The ballet box had been moved inside the room, as two men stood guard over it. There were five major players as the votes were being counted. After everyone had verified that each nominee had the means to put their names forward for the cadence the first vote was taking place.

It seemed so very sudden as if Mr. Tate’s body hasn’t had the chance to be put to rest. Not that there was a body left to bury or morn, as these men of power were already clamoring for his seat. The room was split into several groups as people conveyed thoughts on who would be suited for the job out of the five men. I was more interested in what this game Stringum wanted us to play as Dad and Mr. Vincent organized our team choosing all us older boys, and a few guys that wanted to see Mr. Striker lose. Since it became obvious that he was forming his own team, as he laughed and shook hands with his friends looking over at us saying that we weren’t a threat.

The five members that were able or said they could produce that kind of cash besides Stringum and Mr. Striker, were Mr. Gregory, Mr. Wesley, and Mr. Fairchild. They had all brought boys roughly the same age, but none of them were boys of their own flesh and blood; which meant they didn’t have any family left to sacrifices or they were simply being smart. Yet none of them knew that ceremony wasn’t going to be taken place. None of them knew that at this moment that everything they left behind to come here was being taken away.

All except for a few like Mr. Gregory and Mr. Wesley and Mr. Bronson as our team is working frantically to find out where they live and where they are hiding children. So far we had run into a dead end, and every time we thought we had them, we didn’t. And Jeff was being run ragged since the day this whole mess started. He may be able to go place to place in a blink of an eye, but with wards and spells around them, it’s making our job even harder.

However, we close to getting Mr. Gregory out of the picture, thanks to the other boys we had taken so far. We were able to put together a location, but it would be hours still before we had what we needed. Stringum and Tony had informed us that we really needed to work hard in getting Mr. Wesley and Mr. Bronson more so Mr. Bronson being as he was the one that holds one of the keys. We didn’t know much about either of them other than the fact they hated Mr. Striker and his band of friends consisting of Mr. Fairchild and Mr. Gregory.

It was nearly noon and so far we only just decided who would be in the running. The rest of the meeting would be closed to everyone as the five people that had been chosen to put their names forward for the throne left the room with several of its members. It was then that Mr. Striker face began to pale when he got word that some of the votes he had counted on were nowhere to be found. Stringum said. As he was leaving that time was theirs to do whatever they wanted, that game would begin right at 4 pm.

That, of course, led to a different type of atmosphere as Mom and the girls brought back everyone that didn’t spend the night here. Or should say the ones allowed to leave our cabin which meant all the boys under the age of 12. Mom found me and Dad immediately as Tony had already taken charge of placing several men over the large amounts of money now locked away in several large steamer trunks.

Mom asked if she missed much having Dad said. “Well, they liked our movie, other than that it was business as usual.” The way he said it made it sound like a boring day so far. Mom said whispering that Colby and the boys are safe and right now busy playing in our great big pool. That his brother arrived not more than a few hours ago do to the road blocks backing up traffic for miles. None of it was all that surprising to me. Tony and Landan always had things well in hand.

Mom told the boys to go play, which meant us older boys and girls were in charge of watching them. However, only Rhoda and Jackie came back, leaving Cindy and Fran and my two sisters not counting Lora since nobody here knew her or has seen here. 

Mrs. Holliman soon joined her husband; she had left all her boys at home for safe keeping. And Mr. Vicente was just sending his boys home as well know that we knew that it was no longer safe for any boy under the age of 12 to be here.

I asked Mom how my mother was doing which was a stupid question, having her tell me she in knee deep in boys at the moment. I cringed knowing my mother and prayed that she wouldn’t get Aaron further involved. Yet there was nothing I could do to stop her while I remained a prisoner here. 

Rhoda came over and handed me my backpack telling me she packed me some clothes so when this thing was over I would have something to wear. Being over heard by Mr. Holliman and Mr. Bronson as he was just coming back with his two boys and several new friends that had arrived moments ago with the cash Mr. Wesley need for his cadence buy in if he was chosen as their new King and overseer.

However, the world was about to change as Mr. Striker started yelling and watching everyone’s eyes turned towards the disturbance when he said. “Get the f**k out, all of you, and find those members. Without their tokens or votes, we can not enter our master’s temple. You have until dusk… If we don’t do it tonight we will have to wait another full year, and without those keys, we can not elect new members to replace the ones that are missing. Our master will not be pleased nor will he forgive us if we are late to meet with him tonight so he can bestow the metal of leadership to me, now that Mr. Tate is no longer a threat.”

We watched as several members ran out the door as others sent orders to find out why those members didn’t check in. Stringum told Tony and his men to go ahead and put his money back into safe; asking the others if they would also like to use his safe as well. They looked around the room and nodded all except Mr. Striker who ordered his men to take his to his room and guard it… and if any of it is missing he will slit each of their throats. No one doubted that he would do it.

Personally, I didn’t care, if he did it since they all were either going to end up in prison or dead. Mom had left all the boys home that was under the age of 12. Not willing to risk these monsters taking them for their own personal sacrifice which was why Mr. Vincent was taking his home, not willing to take the chance. I had no doubt what so ever that right now there was a whole house full of naked boys and my mother was in boy penis heaven. However not all the younger boys under the age of 8 were at or cabin.

All the boys that were Colby’s age who were above the age of 9 had that belonged to Mr. Striker, Mr. Fairchild, and Mr. Gregory all had been taken to our cabin for safe keeping. Since they could identify the lower members of the 12 kings as they called themselves the Knights of Darkness or a prince of some kind, which was the rank Mr. Bronson held he and Mr. Wesley was to be raised tonight as kings now that there would be two slots open after one of them takes the throne of leadership and lord over their coven the other slot was open since Mr. Tate had been removed.

Unknown to them; we had removed 5 of their kings so far including Mr. Tate, which was why they couldn’t take a vote or why they couldn’t open the door to their sacred temple to perform their ceremony. Those kings are the only ones that could bring in new members as one king dies they vote to who will be the next one to rule over them then a lower member is raised from a prince to a king and so on. 

Which was why Mr. Striker was so angry because. Without those kings or their keys and tokens, they couldn’t open the door. Nor could they move their fellow members up the ranks. Everything was at a standstill and that was in our favor.

We all knew how important it was that this ceremony had to take place during a Satanic Holy Day which takes place once a year on November 1, which is today, which was why we had working tirelessly to stop it. We also knew that all satanic churches were all having their own celebration, we couldn’t be everywhere, but we could stop the one here where we live and we were thanking our lucky stars that we had the people in place to make sure that tonight celebration didn’t happen.

Stringum acted like the world was coming to an end offering his services to help locate the men they need to get the show on the road. However, Mr. Striker told him that since he wasn’t a full-fledged member he wasn’t allowed to know who the 12 kings were or the members they need to make this happen. 

Stringum said. “So you’re telling me without those members or their tokens you can not bestow the mantel of leadership until you have those votes. Its just paper, you want votes… why can’t you just use the people here?”

Mr. Striker blinked said growling. “I can’t, these tokens are linked to the person, by blood. And only by their blood can they vote and without their blood, they can not enter the chamber where our master spirit waits for us. The chamber can only be opened once a year which is today, and without those items or their living blood, we can not enter. 

"However, we can proceed to bring in lower members if we have enough kings and the 12 high magistrates and two judges. But we have neither here at the moment; they were scheduled to be here at by 9 am today. But because of what has happened here they have been delayed, and I have been told they will be here by 3 pm at the latest. It’s just a minor set back, nothing more. When they get here we will be able to vote and swear in new members.

“We must be ready by the time the November first Moon rises or we will have to wait a full year. Without a leader in place by the time the next moon rises, our master our Lord and King will terminate his contract with us. I can not let that happen being as I have the most invested; if my contract with my master is not renewed tonight…. No Mr. Stringum we can not let that happen…. Many of us here have given our very souls to him, and our families souls. The twelve kings will be utterly destroyed and will serve eternity in hell as our bodies are used as host so terrible that it would give you nightmares for the rest of your natural life.

“We need those members here, to open the door to our sacred temple. I can not stress how important it is to our way of life. Everything our society has worked for will be for not and could send us back 1,000 years. Until new kings and magistrates or chosen out of those members we have taken in over the past 800 years. Many of them do not meet the requirements. Many of them have already have returned home last night and early this morning. Knowing that life will go on as always has for them, as they do what they can to rise up out of the dirt and so they to can feast at the master's table.”

Stringum said. “Then we must hope that your men are able to find the rest of your party. For I have no intention of letting you sir become lord and master here. Just so you know I have seen those abominations and I keep pictures of them with me to remind me each day why I hate men like you Mr. Striker and Mr. Tate who promised me that when he died I would replace him. 

"However, he didn’t tell me everything apparently, and know that I know what I have to look forward to… the gift of immortally is too high a price to pay, I am removing my cadence and I backing Mr. Wesley for truly believe he would be a better leader for our society then you would be.

“Plus now knowing what happens to those that give their life and soul to this God of yours and have seen what could happen to me if I fail in my task of being the new leader of our society, being alive in that form does not appeal to me. Even though I would live a very long time, but I don’t wish Mr. Tate’s fate on me or my family and friends. Good day, Mr. Striker. If you can not secure your votes or tokens by 8 pm today, I want you and your blessed members of your society out of my home. I would suggest that you make peace with your God, and maker, for I have a feeling you will be seeing him real soon.”

Mr. Striker barked more orders then turned to grabbing Stringum by the arm, said. “You have no idea what you are turning down Mr. Stringum. 10 billion dollars is nothing but a drop in a bucket. My god can turn that 10 billion… million times over and immortally gives you the chance to spend it. You are an old man Mr. Stringum. How many years do think you have left? My God will grant you the gift of life, and turn back the clock of aging as he has done for many of us that have given him a small portion of what we own.

“I have taken many wives of the last 300 hundred years. I have fathered many children, replacing the ones I have given to my master over the last 300 years… as lord and master, my life will be in rich again… Once I have renewed my vows and taken the mantle of leadership I again will drink from his cup and will be as young as I was when I took my first pledge. Family and friends die within a handful of years. But if you pledge your life and your soul to him, he will grant you immortality and riches beyond your dreams.

“You will wake the following morning and find yourself standing in the mirror as if it was yesterday when your youth, feeling young again without disease and without headaches and pains of old age. It will only be a bad dream as you look at yourself in the mirror, and twice as rich as you are now. You will be king among men, living life to the fullest like all of us here has. What God can offer that I ask you? What God will answer your prayers and stand before you when call upon him. These mortal fools around will mean nothing too you. They will be yours to do with as you please.

“This is what you are turning down… Mr. Tate had a chance to turn back the clock and live happier then you can imagine. I have no regrets; my God has given me everything my hearts desires. All he asking is so small compared to what you will get in return. I will give you until our members arrive to decide if you really want to turn down a chance to be a king above all mortal men. Richer, then you can even imagine.” He removed his hand from Stringum’s arm.

Stringum nodded said. “Fine, I will think about it, but as you know, I don’t have any children young enough to pledge.” Mr. Striker laughed and whispered in his ear. Stringum’s eyes bulged as he looked at Dad and Mr. Holliman. He then left him there standing there. Stating he only had until 3 pm today to make his final decision.