Viva la Revolution: scene three.

 

Scene three.

　

We had plotted that night and we had gathered that morning.

Tempers flaired from lack of sleep and minds sagged into an undead like state.

Maybe they needed some sleep.

But I didn't care to be honest with you.

We(Conrad's nine)had forged our plan well(well enough).

You're wondering what it was, friend?

Listen close and the time will come.

Be patient, my friend.

In the morning hours the man slept late on this day.

The sixth day of the week.

Saturday.

When he awoke he would be shocked and devastated forever more.

The gnashing teeth would know fear and my- our vengeance.

SPOILER ALERT: He would not rise on the next morning or ever again.

Soon Violet Contingency would destroy him.

And we would all watch him fade into oblivion to be punished in Hell.

Perhaps down there he may be the food to whatever lays in wait sleeping in the darkness.

I can only hope, you b*****d.

But if there is any way he would ever hear me I should tell him only this: watch your steps.

Your very minutes are numbered, beast.

I stood alone by the sink upon the marble counter that morning.

Something about the kitchen was so, well, dingy.

There was dust here and there.

A tipped over trash can.

Water and mouse traps upon the once beautiful tiles floor.

And the glass cupboard lay open.

Why was it like this you might ask

Well, because it was all apart of the plan.

Everything except the trash can I mean.

That was just an accident thanks to Tessa.

What?

No, no.

Wait just a little longer and you shall see, my friend.

You shall see our revolt.

"Everything looks good enough to me, Con."

Said Howard who was covered in some kind of powder.

The white almost completely hid the green of his peel.

"Are you sure?"

I said with out looking to him.

I didn't look at anyone when I spoke anymore for some reason.

''We must be sure.

If this is to work their must be no fallacies or guesses.

We must be in control.

Wait, so you did set up the powder correctly, right?''

"Pfft.

You're kidding.

Of course I did!

He's going right down into a pile of his precious powder."

Yes, his precious powder.

The man like this powder for some reason.

But whenever he smelled it he became odd and stupid.

If it came into play we were going to use this stupidity to our advantages, we hoped.

Who knows, it may have a totally different effect than what we desired.

But we did have one great advantage.

Utter surprise.

He'd never see this coming.

I mean, who would?

But anyway, the time was nearing.

The nine gathered by the sink, the first light of the day beginning to shine fully.

The beast would awaken hungry this morning as always.

"Is everyone ready?

You too, Tessa?"

Good.

All was falling into place for the grand finale.

A very diabolical show and we had front row tickets

"Where is that taco Edward?

Oh, wait I see him!"

Said Erwin who could see the taco weakly gripping a pencil writing on a sheet of paper upon the floor.

"Wherever did that piece of flour learn to read?"

Asked Anna Marie who was missing one of her chocolate chips this morning.

It had painful broken of when she and Erwin were setting up the mouse traps that now law strewn over the tiles.

"Damned if I know."

Shrugged Howard.

"But we are sure the man will get the mess when he sees it won't he, Con?"

"I have faith in the taco.

He ha done well for us in the planning and on this morning his labor will pull us to ultimate victory.

Anna.

Go to your station.

The time will soon be upon us."

I told Howard this dryly as I ushered Anna away.

Their lack of faith perturbed me.

Now was not the time for even a shadow of a doubt.

Doubt would swallow us whole into it's black gullet to never see light and freedom once more.

"Everything is ready, man."

Said the little round grape Jamie as he rolled up to me.

Now was the time.

Hahaha.

We could already hear the beast stirring in his room.

A door opened somewhere and the sound of slow lumbering foot steps echoed into the room.

Okay.

Here we go.

Boomf.

Crash!

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

These sounds filled the air as the man, who was dressed in a robe of white, came stumbling over the trash can into the kitchen.

He crashed through the glass hitting the floor hard as mouse traps sound off al about him.

"Oh, s**t!"

He cried as he rolled on the ground mouse traps haning from his feet and hands.

We had predicted it perfectly.

As he rolled in pain his face came down into the wide powder and he inhaled and swallowed involuntarily.

He rolled over spluttering the powder to and fro his face a mask of white.

"Matches your robe, you b*****d!"

Called Howard scornfully.

The abashing of the man was a great satisfaction in all of our eyes.

What a show.

He coughed crawling closer to the center of the room.

The man found his hand upon a white sheet of paper, courtesy of Edward.

"What the hell?"

He said wiping the powder from his eyes.

　

"'Our time is now beast.

You are finished.''

　

Perfect.

I'm sure he was getting the message by now.

His life was at an end and his dear powder would be there.

What a laugh, man.

"Anna!

Cynthia!

Now!''

I cried across to the counter closest to the man.

And, friend, upon this counter were four things.

One cookie.

One piece of french bread.

And two rather large knives being hefted by both.

They launched themselves from the counter landing near the frightened man who had just noticed the attacking food.

It must be an odd moment realizing your groceries were assaulting you.

The whistle of steel through the air came like a death rattle.

Before he could even fight both blades came to be through his neck.

The man flailed for a few seconds then went still to stir no more.

It was messier than we had thought it would be.

But, all in all, we couldn't believe our eyes.

Was it true?

Could it be?

A heavy silence came about all of us in the morning hours while the rest of the food slept soundly used to the noise of screams.

"The man is no more!

The gnashing of teeth has perished!"

I cried at the top of my voice and a cheer arose from all nine.

This was the revolution.

This was victory!

The resounding cries awakened our fellow food of all brands who groaned and mumbled as they came forth from cupboards and other places.

Friend, they were stunned.

"We are free!"

Cried Jamie jumping up and down.

And then it came once more.

The great and heavy silence which hung over head like a fog.

It was a powerful moment.

One we had never known.

The fridge tipped open and more food came to be among us on the shelves and counters.

We all just sat there looking on in awe.

Looking at the body of the creature we once feared so.

We had over come him at last.

Now his blood collected and stained the floor and not our own kinds.

We were free.

Silence.

And then a cry.

One so great and primal that it shook that house.

This cry was one which would be remembered for all time.

This cheer washed away the horror of Tuesday, bloody Tuesday.

And it was in those moments I cried three words.

Three words I had heard long ago from the great, talking box.

These words I would shout for all to hear.

"Viva la revolution!

Long live revolution!"

The cheering continued as some danced and others cried on that morning.

We had made our mark upon the world.

For friend, there is power in number and numbers in power.

We found our power that day.

But now one question remained amidst the cheering and cries.

What now?

Author's Note

Tell me how I can make this better because I'm not happy with it as is.

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