The Syndicate

Posted: **Sun Jan 20, 2013 7:10 pm**

------chapter 2-------

Posted: **Sun Jan 20, 2013 9:19 pm**

John was vomiting in a bathroom when he got the news.

Posted: **Mon Jan 21, 2013 9:46 am**

He could bare compose himself when he heard a BAND BANG BANG on the stall door.

Posted: **Mon Jan 21, 2013 5:53 pm**

"Hurry up, you're on stage in ten!"

Posted: **Mon Jan 21, 2013 6:59 pm**

John had no idea how he was going to get through this.

Posted: **Mon Jan 21, 2013 7:18 pm**

He had ten minutes so he closed his eyes, and thought of his special place, and it calmed him; it was a place of death, destruction and pain- John smiled.

Posted: **Mon Jan 21, 2013 8:36 pm**

He quickly applied his makeup, and went on stage.

Posted: **Mon Jan 21, 2013 8:39 pm**

The crowd was larger than usual.

Posted: **Mon Jan 21, 2013 8:42 pm**

The announcer started "Please welcome, BLOODBLUDGËON!"

Posted: **Mon Jan 21, 2013 9:36 pm**

John walked out onto the stage, stopped suddenly, and fell flat on his face in the middle of the stage, dead.

Posted: **Mon Jan 21, 2013 10:23 pm**

In his hand was an obituary of Joseph Prince, with words scrawled on top that read "They've Found Me"

Posted: **Mon Jan 21, 2013 10:30 pm**

The drummer of BLOODBLUDGEON walked up to John, looked at him, looked at the paper in his hand, looked at John, looked at the paper, and said, "I have no clue what the fuck just happened?!?!?!"

Posted: **Mon Jan 21, 2013 10:40 pm**

--chapter three--

Posted: **Mon Jan 21, 2013 10:47 pm**

Peter, looking at his sobbing sister, angry brother and detached mother decided to take matters into his own hands.

Posted: **Tue Jan 22, 2013 3:44 pm**

"Let me see the letter."

Posted: **Tue Jan 22, 2013 7:02 pm**

He began to examine it.

Posted: **Tue Jan 22, 2013 7:20 pm**

"Yeah", he said, that looks like his writing all right; I just don't know how this can be related to his death, but...." he trailed off in thought.

Posted: **Tue Jan 22, 2013 7:55 pm**

Outside, it began to rain moodily.

Posted: **Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:11 pm**

"It doesn't mean anything," Martha snapped and snatched the letter away from a very surprised Peter.

Posted: **Wed Jan 23, 2013 10:22 pm**

He rolled his eyes and backed away from her; perhaps Dants was right.

Posted: **Thu Jan 24, 2013 9:49 am**

"It's really none of your concern, you didn't give a damn about him when he was alive, did you?"

Posted: **Thu Jan 24, 2013 9:58 am**

"Five years, no calls, no letters, nothing!"

Posted: **Thu Jan 24, 2013 3:39 pm**

"Mom, we are the children, not you and dad, how dare you place the responsibility for contact on us?" Nadine managed to get out before bursting into tears.

Posted: **Thu Jan 24, 2013 7:46 pm**

Her brothers both went to her side; Peter put his arm around her, and Dante put his hands on her shoulders as her head dropped to Peters shoulder.

Posted: **Thu Jan 24, 2013 9:46 pm**

Martha came closer and put her hand on her daughter's shoulder.

Posted: **Thu Jan 24, 2013 9:50 pm**

Everyone in the room froze for a split second, then Nadine raised her hand and put it over her Mothers hand and squeezed.

Posted: **Fri Jan 25, 2013 9:55 am**

As Nadine's eyes met her mother's, Mom walked in the door.

Posted: **Fri Jan 25, 2013 4:55 pm**

She was carrying a chainsaw, a machete, and looking very obviously drunk.

Posted: **Fri Jan 25, 2013 5:16 pm**

"Mom, are you okay?" Cried Nadine.

Posted: **Fri Jan 25, 2013 5:47 pm**

"Long day at the Arboretum", she said, "We had to chop down the oldest tree in the park, it had the fungus, we had a few toasts to the poor old oak"

Posted: **Tue Jan 29, 2013 11:01 am**

"A few?" Snarked Martha.

Posted: **Wed Jan 30, 2013 8:18 pm**

Mom looked at her and said, "Since when are YOU welcome in my home, you were never a mother to these children; I had a bad day and coming home to your snotty cracks doesn't help".

Posted: **Thu Jan 31, 2013 2:22 pm**

"Please, this isn't necessary." Martha said with her voice cracking.

Posted: **Thu Jan 31, 2013 8:11 pm**

"So manipulative, just like you always were, crying at the drop of a hat when it suits you, just like our mother" Mom said, putting down her chainsaw & machete.

Posted: **Fri Feb 01, 2013 1:31 pm**

"Mom, maybe we can cut her a little slack, today, of all days," Said Peter cautiously.

Posted: **Fri Feb 01, 2013 8:49 pm**

Mom looked at him; she said, "Fine, i am going to take a shower, I want her gone when i get out", turned, and stomped out of the room.

Posted: **Fri Feb 01, 2013 9:59 pm**

All of a sudden, Dante walked in, "John's dead."

Posted: **Fri Feb 01, 2013 10:09 pm**

No one knew what to say, since just a few seconds before, Dante had been embracing Nadine; it shocked them t see him walking in when they thought he was already in the room.

Posted: **Sat Feb 02, 2013 12:08 am**

Dante collapsed in a chair, "My brother and my father in the same night."

Posted: **Sat Feb 02, 2013 10:06 am**

"Well, John always did most identify with Dad. It makes sense that he would take up his identity. But who would want to kill the both of them?" Nadine tried to figure out.

Posted: **Sat Feb 02, 2013 7:50 pm**

There were two loud, rapid fire thuds as both Mom & Martha fainted and hit the floor.

Posted: **Sun Feb 03, 2013 5:34 pm**

"And then there were three," sighed peter.

Posted: **Sun Feb 03, 2013 5:44 pm**

~~~~CHAPTER FOUR: 35 Years ago~~~~

Posted: **Sun Feb 03, 2013 8:26 pm**

"Hi, my name is Martha."

Posted: **Sun Feb 03, 2013 8:51 pm**

The woman who had opened the door at the Home for Unwed Mothers looked at her and said, "YOu don't look pregnant, why not let your friend here talk for herself?"

Posted: **Sun Feb 03, 2013 9:25 pm**

"She's scared."

Posted: **Sun Feb 03, 2013 10:05 pm**

Martha turned to her sister, stroked her hair and said, "It's OK Susan, she won't hurt you, I won;t let anyone hurt you".

Posted: **Sun Feb 03, 2013 10:49 pm**

The place reeked of sterility.

Posted: **Mon Feb 04, 2013 10:19 am**

The cold white walls of the waiting hallway were anything but welcoming.

Posted: **Thu Feb 07, 2013 11:08 pm**

Someone was wearing far too much perfume Susan felt sick to her stomach as she sat in a hard cold plastic molded chair she spoke -

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