Viva la Revolution: scene two.

Scene two.

　

Tonight panged of loss and apprehension.

No one wanted to go out really.

Can't really blame them.

You know?

Most had just gone back into their inner selves and weeped this day long.

Understandable enough.

The day had been painful to all and no fruit, meat, bread or candy alike hadn't been shaken or touched by it.

But still through this dark time we did not forsake the power of assembling ourselves together in the old place.

The place where food of all shapes and kinds met to discuss the matters of their lives.

It was secure position, hidden away from the man's peaking, monstrous eyes.

It was in a place his girth could never push himself into and his feet never tread.

We were behind the fridge.

Sure, we barely had enough room to move around considering the white monolith was only five inches from the pale, yellowing wall.

And yes, the floor was rough, blackening, sticky and trash and hair lay strewn about us but it was the best we had.

Got to make due, right?

Even if all you have his nine.

Because only nine came that night.

This nine was my nine.

We would be Violet Contingency.

"Erm.

Ugh.

OK.

Now w-what in the name of pulp did ya bring us down into the old place for?

I mean, Jesus, we can barely move here, Conrad!"

Step by step Erwin the slice of pink ham made his slithery steps into the space.

He didn't look quite happy to be waken from his package at Midnight.

Not one of them seemed happy to be here.

I guess they just wanted to go back to the bowl, cupboard or shelf they came from and sleep the night away and hope for a better tomorrow.

Sleep.

Yes, sleep the night away and wake to the gnashing teeth before.

Damned fools.

They just didn't get.

Good Lord, they were so blind to the possibilities.

Power in numbers, friend.

Power in numbers was a rule many disregarded.

But maybe they just don't get it either way.

Or maybe I'm an idiot.

But really, did it matter?

"Conrad?

Come back to us, man?"

It was Howard.

He seemed a little darker.

Bruised, I thought.

"Yes... Howard?"

"Um.

I really, really don't mean to interrupt you in the middle of your deep thoughts there man but... what the f**k did you want us here for?"

Blunt.

Very, very blunt.

Howard would be useful in the end plans.

"Is this all that has come and is to come?"

I asked looking at the nine.

Howard, Jamie, Erwin, Corey(banana), Cynthia(french bread), Tessa(pear), Edward(taco shell) and Anna Maria(cookie).

They were like Ocean's eleven.

Except less professional, less reliable and we had a harder mission than robbing some bloody casino.

This group was Conrad's nine.

This was the future Violet Contingency.

Well, I guess beggars can't be choosers, right?

"Whether its everyone or no one I don't think really matters."

This was Corey.

Corey was whiny.

"Can we just get his over with?

 I mean Lord, it is past midnight!"

"Sssh.

Quiet yourself, man.

We don't need no attention in these times."

Said Anna Maria her Brooklyn accent showing like a flaming building.

I sometimes wondered if she just faked that accent.

Anyway, I turned to my fellows.

They would need to hear me now or never.

"My friends, today we lost dozen of our kind.

Surely you understand?

We are not fruit, bread, candies, meat and vegetables alone.

We are are food.

We are all related through our common place on this earth.

We are family and must bind together as such.

Now listen to me and listen well."

I rolled forward enjoying the silence my words gained me.

Yep, they were listening now.

"I have a plan.

One that requires all of our total allegiance."

"Allegiance?"

This was Corey.

Corey was growing annoying.

"You always were one for fancy words, Conrad.

But the word in the weeds since this morning is that you wanna play a little revenge game on the man.

And if its so, then you're damned fool who'll get us all killed."

Could he have been right?

Well, screw it I didn't really care if he was.

"Listen to me.

Listen to me you pathetic, cowardly, little piece of potassium.

My brother is dead.

Not yours."

I rolled close to him feeling my self-righteous fury begin to brew.

"Your brothers and sisters live... for now."

"You threatening me, orange?"

Now he took a hop towards me.

A fight definitely seemed to be rising close with the tempers.

"No."

I sighed.

"The man will kill them.

He shall return and maybe supp on them tomorrow or the next morning.

How long can you guarantee their and your safety?

A week at best, Corey.

A week!

This is not solely for my vengeance.

It is for the protection and survival of our kind.

Corey... we are both fruit.

We are all food.

We must join together for the sake of our people's common interest.

We must revolt, friends."

The small group stared to me mixster of shock, fear and understanding written plainly on their faces.

I had a plan.

And this night they would hear it well.

But no matter how we rewrote it would always carry different means to one total end.

This end was the death of the gnashing teeth and the end of our nightmares.

"Gather close unto me, friends.

Listen well.

I have... a plan."

They did as I spoke unto them

I had changed since that morning and they all saw it.

Even me.

I was no sweet, delicate fruit.

My shell was hard and pulp bitter.

We were pissed now.

Never pretend you didn't have this coming, man of stomach and teeth.

We planned that night our vengeance and our revolution.

"Revolution the only solution.

The armed response of an entire nation."

The world was about to change.