Tendrils

0

Crew.

“And our top story tonight: Dominick Marella, the son of alleged LaManna Family boss Vito Marella was found dead in the back alley of the Queens sports bar, “First Edition” apparently from an overdose of heroin. Results are pending from an autopsy. The younger Marella was a Vietnam veteran who was also known for the murder of husband and wife Filipino immigrants in 1983. Suspected drug dealer, Peter Raspotnik’s body was found a few yards away from Marella. Raspotnik’s death looks to be the result of multiple stab wounds to the chest. An N.Y.P.D. spokeswoman stated that an investigation is still pending as well. Ernie?”

“Thanks, Maureen. Schools Chancellor Ruth West has approved a plan which will…”

Johnny Lam and Eddie Tsao were sitting at the bar in the pool hall drinking beers and laughing about the fight that they had just had an hour ago with 4 Jung Dragons who had refused to consolidate with the Sinister Shadows.

“You know you were gonna run.” Eddie laughed. “Then you saw that I was standing my ground and you ran back ’cause you knew I would say shit.”

“Dude, that’s not the way it went down. You’re so full of shit.” Johnny retorted. “Don’t make me kick your ass again.”

“You’d probably run.”

They both laughed heartily and ordered more beer.

Danny Wu, former leader of the Jung Dragons and now Eve’s lieutenant walked into the bar. He smiled at Eddie and Johnny.

“You two clowns getting into shit with some of my old set, I heard.” he said as he shook their hands.

“Yeah. Those guys don’t want to go with the program.” Eddie said.

“They’ll come around eventually. Especially when they see that there’s nothing moving in these streets without the SS having something to do with it. A nickel bag gets sold in the park, we get a piece.”

“What if the pie is too small for all of us?” pondered Johnny.

“The Tongs are going to fold without their muscle and without any money from the streets.” Danny said.

“Or we could just start fighting each other again.” Eddie said, only half-kidding.

“Yeah, I miss kicking the shit out of Guangdong Tigers.” Danny smiled.

“Yeah, okay.” Eddie said.

“Yeah you never were around when we used to get into it with your boys.” Johnny added.

“Let me buy you guys some beers even though you should get cut off because you’re getting delusional.”

Johnny made a gesture to the barmaid for one more. “Already covered.”

1

Old Acquantances Be Forgot.

Vito looked squarely into Claudio’s eyes. They were in the same strip bar that they were in when Vito first contracted Claudio.

“Don’t fuck with me, Claudio. If I find out that you killed my son, you’re a fuckin’ dead man. That chink bitch too.”

Okay, Don. This is what happened.” Claudio said evenly. “Dom was already convulsing by the time that I got over there. I then took out Peter and I dialed 9-1-1 for Dom. That the truth, Don.”

“I was born at night, not last night. I come to find out that those dead people’s daughter and you are fuckin’ running Chinatown after they found Dom dead. You’re a fuckin’ dead man, Claudio.”

“You don’t scare me Marella.” Claudio said flatly. “You’re getting soft. That’s the word on the street. You couldn’t get a handle on Dom. He makes a fuckin’ mess and Daddy’s always there to clean the shit up.”

“That don’t take away from the fact that you’re a dead man. Your little girlfriend, too.”

“I won’t be a problem. Unlike you, I ‘m not scared of dying. I haven’t been scared of dying since ‘Nam. Come down to Chinatown, and you’ll have a war.”

“I built this family through wars, Claudio.”

“The war with the Nocerinos was winding down when you took over from the old man, Vito. Who do you think you’re bullshitting? Joey Romano’s looking to take your spot.”

Vito grabbed Claudio by the collar. Claudio merely smiled.

“You’re fuckin’ dead, Giovanni! You hear me?!?” Fuckin’ dead!”

The music stopped and the D.J. yelled out, “Peacekeepers to the front!” Two large bouncers came over and pulled Vito from Claudio.

One of the Don’s muscle then approached the bouncers and held his hand up. One bouncer then said, “What the fuck? Get the fuck out of the way!”

The other bouncer quickly let Vito go and motioned for his co-worker to do the same. They walked back towards the entrance to the bar to check I.D.’s.

Vito straightened out his tie. “That’s power, motherfucker! The same that’s going to be your downfall. My reach extends beyond what your eyes see, Claudio. Remember that.”

Claudio finished his red wine and stood up, also fixing his tie. “You’re lost, Vito. Do what you will to me but it won’t take away from that fact.” He sat back down and watched as the girls cowered behind tables and pillars.

Vito and his muscle walked out of the bar and into the street.

2

Hybrid.

Boss Cho smiled at Eve from across the table. They were in a large Chinese restaurant.

“I like your style.” I agree to a merger with your conglomerate.” he said.

Eve smiled. “Good. There’s enough money for all of us.”

“I’m ready to go war. The Guangtong Tigers are now officially SS. All of them. Whoever is not with you is against you.” Boss Cho rose from the table and bowed to Eve with his eyes closed, a sign of trust.

“Please excuse me. I must attend to some business, Boss Eve.”

“Very well.” Eve bowed slightly. “I will contact you when I have made all of the arrangements.”

“Yes.” Boss Cho bowed again and took his leave.

As Boss Cho left, Stella Meng came into the restaurant. She was a pretty 20-something who was a Sister of Eve’s Sinister Tribe.

“Mistress, we have a problem. Can we talk?”

“Hi, Stella. What’s up?” Eve asked. “Sit down.”

Stella looked around. The restaurant was nearly empty so she felt comfortable.

“Word came down that Claudio’s got beef with the LaManna’s. There’s going to be trouble, Mistress.”

Eve thought for a second and then declared confidently, “Nothing that we can’t handle, Stella. We all have been in wars. Just because they’re Italian doesn’t mean that they don’t bleed just like us.”

“But Mistress, it’s the mafia!”

“Better for our glamour. Remember how we talked about Lesser Magick? This is what we need to put us over the top. We’re already respected as a merger of the Jung Dragons and Guangtong Tigers, two of the most famous organizations in Chinatown at present. Yet, they were only known for fighting each other and other Chinese organizations. Let’s fight the LaManna’s and we will only see progress. No matter what the outcome.”

3

The Vulgar Strike.

Irvin Jackson waited around the corner from Claudio’s condominium in Queens. He hated working for the Italians because they were so blunt, calling him “nigger” to his face but he took their money regardless. It would get the baby some nice toys and a few pairs of nice shoes for the wife.

Claudio was walking down the block towards him. Irvin straightened up and put the icepick between a rolled up newspaper. Don Vito had wanted it this way. To kill Claudio with the weapon that Claudio had been famous for.

Irvin hoped that this job would go well and that it would lead to future jobs.

Claudio looked at his watch and then went into his right pants pocket to retrieve his house keys. Just then he saw the blur of a rolled up newspaper and then a black man plunging something sharp into his chest repeatedly.

“Fuck, an icepick.” Claudio thought and then he crumpled to the ground. He lay on the cold sidewalk as he heard Irvin’s footsteps running away.

Claudio let out a slight laugh at the irony. He coughed and took his last breath.

At the same time, bullets riddled the restaurant as Stella got up to leave. Staff and patrons ducked underneath tables. Screams and broken glass was everywhere.

Eve was also under her table in an almost panicky state. She took deep breaths and the shooting had stopped. She low crawled to where Stella lay. Stella was on her back. Her eyes were open and she had no pulse.

“The LaManna’s.” Eve said to herself.

4

Education

“They have violated reichstandshaft and for that the education process will begin.” Eve spoke at the dining room table at Danny Wu’s apartment. Johnny, Eddie, Bobby and Danny listened intently.

Bobby then rose. “Grand Prix!”

“It’s the only way. After spraying the target, drop the chapelet and beausanct at the scene. It will not only be education, but fame too. Bobby, I’m going to have to send you out. I need your military planning out there. Any questions, Brothers?”

The room fell silent. Bobby smiled. He had been a crew leader for so long that it would feel good to get his hands dirty again.

“Good. Let’s go earn our paychecks. This is for Claudio. For Stella. Retribution.”

The stolen Nissan Sentra pulled slowly in front of the Marella house. Danny smiled as he saw that the looked to be full of people with almost every light in the house on and a multitude of silhouettes in the windows. Eddie ran out of the car and tossed 3 hand grenades through an open window in a room where the light was on. Screams were heard before the grenades exploded.

Johnny and Bobby, who was driving began to open fire on the house with AK-47’s. They saw no movement or shadows in the window and most of the lights were out.

“Drop it.” Bobby said.

Johnny dropped a string of colored beads (3 white, 5 black and 2 orange) and a white handkerchief on the ground.

Bobby drove the car off quickly, screeching the tires as he peeled off.

5

Blender.

“Our top story: Will New York City and the surrounding boroughs be caught in the middle of a new deadly interracial gang war?One week after the death of his son, alleged crime boss Vito Marella and his wife Valerie were killed in a horrific drive-by shooting attack on their home earlier this evening along with ten others. Fifteen more were hospitalized at Jamaica Hospital Medical Center with only one being reported to be in stable condition while others are reported to be critical at this time. Police officials found a white handkerchief and a string of white, black and orange beads at the scene. According to N.Y.P.D. Gang Intelligence officials declined to comment but an official who spoke on the condition of anonymity stated that the items belonged to a gang based in Chinatown. The official even went so far as to say that it was the work of a possible Satanic cult. We have Michelle Lang with the latest.”

“A mixture of the occult and gang warfare ruled the day on this quiet neighborhood of Bayside, Queens Maureen where police sources say that hand grenades and AK-47’s were used in the worst drive-by shooting in New York history. The twist in this case was unusual items that were identified as Satanic paraphernalia were dropped at the scene. I spoke with Police Commissioner Miguel Olivera, who immediately responded to the scene upon hearing the 111th Precinct’s blotter.”

Temples

forgotten…

dilapidated…

unwanted…

unneeded…

i was once used…

to shelter a people…

wherein they went about their business…

from which they built their cities…

and expanded their civilizations away from me…

they have gone their way…

having fallen…

what lives i once housed…

what minds once beheld me…

are lost now in time…

yet i remain…

a shelter to phantoms and memories…

evocative…

provocative…

dark…

haunting…

more alive then i was to them…

these damp walls…

my earthly sent…

my crawling darkness…

my cold silence…

wherein your thoughts and fears echos…

here, in me is your atonement…

atonement with Living Darkness…

let then burn, your myrrh and incense of mars…

and take your place among the shadows.

-Chloe 352

120 yf; 3 days after the Ides of April

352

Erosion

This life, as long as I could share it all with you, rain or shine.

The beginning, in between, until the end of time.

Yet all that shines turns to rust;

All that stands in time turns to dust.

Still in love with everything about you,

Feeling the wreckage from everything you do.

I’m still here through another empty day;

Hoping this burden will somehow drift away.

The son of rejection held to the light;

In this life feeling dead inside.

Only now, you’re dead like me;

And from my cold fingers you long to be free.

My father left me with a void in my soul,

You leave me with words and a stare so cold.

The converging emptiness I try to take;

All alone I seem to break…

Closedown

In a dream that I had last night;

You turned around and ran to me.

I woke up and I’m alone,

As I have been for months.

I look out my window;

But you aren’t there.

I squint even in the moonlight,

and your silhouette never appears…

I can only dream, can’t I?

You’re still tattered on my sleeve;

My heart has room for no one else…

Amerikanz

“Death is nothing. But to live defeated and inglorious is dying every day.” — Napoleon Bonaparte  

 

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Fish.  

“Fish…fish…fish…fish!” 

 The burly corrections officer led Bobby Li down the “Walk of Fame” of the ADX Florence Maximum Security Facility in Florence, Colorado. It was 8:40 pm, twenty minutes to lights out. Cons were lined up at the cell doors shouting down to the newest con. Bobby looked ahead stoically. He was nervous and his knees felt as if they were going to buckle.    

Russell had advised him that there was a small Jung Dragons population who, since they were incarcerated, missed the memo about the merger with the Guangdong Tigers into the 352 Sinister Shadows.    

“Open cell 74!” shouted the c.o. The cell door opened. Bobby glanced at the bald twenty something white male with the swastikas tattooed on both sides of his head sitting on the bottom half of the bunk directly across from the cell door.    

The c.o. uncuffed Bobby. “Don’t turn around. The c.o. stepped out without turning his back to Bobby and his bunkmate.    

“Close C74!” The cell door automatically shut. “Have fun girls. Don’t stay up too late doing your hair.”    

The skinhead smiled at Bobby. “Wrong apartment. I didn’t order any Chinese food.”    

“I got your Chinese food.” Bobby retorted as he climbed on the top bunk.    

“We’re a tight-knit family here. You’re going to be one of the brothers.” the skinhead laughed.    

Bobby thought of the word “Family” and thought back to Russell, Eve and even the new guy Ray. He wished he was back in Russell’s pool hall drinking beer and getting smart with Johnny and Eddie.    

Eve had promised to make sure that his commissary money kept flowing and would use any connections that she had to make his stay as comfortable as possible.  The debriefing that Russell had given broke down Florence’s population. Aryan Brotherhood, Tres Puntos, Str8 Killaz, Jung Dragons. White, Mexican, black and Chinese cliques.

He thought that he could try to join the Dragons, but he was a Guangdong Tiger on the outside until recently, a Sinister Shadow. The philosophies did not mix. He would try in covert fashion. A Dreccian Adept always adapts and overcomes in any labyrinth.

1

Orientation.

Warden Michael Waldvogel was known as a fair but firm man unlike the man he succeeded, Melvin Roberts, who was known to extract sexual favors from the female cons and have hidden cameras set up in their cells.

Waldvogel believed in the straight and narrow and keeping his nose clean. He even went so far as to have a female c.o. present when he addressed any female con in his office.

He looked over Bobby as he stood in front of him.

“So, armed robbery, burglary, extortion, assault. Looks like you run with a bad crowd there, Mr. Li.”

Bobby looked down on the floor. The c.o. standing behind him harshly nudged him.

“It’s all right, Tommy. Mr. Li, I believe that if you simply follow the simple rules here and stay out of trouble, you’ll do fine. Circumstances considering. I don’t have a lot to say about the matter. Any questions?”

“No, warden.”

“Okay. That’s that.”

The c.o. lead Bobby to the mess hall in time for breakfast. Bobby grabbed his food and chose a table where the cliques didn’t sit together. A table of mixed races. The loners.

A young Chinese con approached him and smiled as he stood over him. Bobby didn’t trust the smile.

“You gunna eat this?” the con said as he put his bare hand all over Bobby’s food. Nearby, a table full of Asian cons snickered.

“Not anymore.” Bobby said. He reached in front of him and elbowed the con in the groin. Bobby then got up and dumped the tray of food on the con as he bent over in pain. Bobby then kicked the con in the face, sending him sprawling on the floor.

C.o.’s reacted quickly to the commotion and grabbed Bobby.

“Goddamn first day and already in the hole, fish.” one of the c.o.’s said as they led Bobby away.

2

Pop.

A week later out of the hole, Bobby walked into the exercise yard. Like the mess hall, the yard was racially divided. The Str8 Killaz were currently using the weights as the Aryans stood by not to far away, waiting their turn. Tres Puntos stood by the basketball court smoking cigarettes watching a pick-up game. The Dragons stood at the other side of the court doing the same. They spotted Bobby and started walking towards him.

“Stand your ground, Li.” he said to himself. “Stand your motherfuckin’ ground.”

The lead Dragon discarded his cigarette and went nose to nose with Bobby as the other Dragons surrounded them. The pick-up game stopped and everyone turned around with interest.

The c.o.’s standing by continued their conversation, but kept their eyes on the ensuing confrontation.

Bobby didn’t drop his stare. “The fuck do you want?”

“What the fuck do I want?” the Dragon laughed. “A punk ass Guangdong Tiger shows up in my house and asks me what the fuck I want?”

“Ain’t no more Tigers or Dragons. Just the Shadows.”

“Shadows? When I get the fuck out of here, the Dragons are gunna take over Chinatown. You’re gunna be lucky to be in here.”

“Listen. There’s enough resources in Chinatown to make us all comfortable. I didn’t mean to show up your Brother in the mess hall, but I was sitting there minding my own business, hungry and he messed up my breakfast. As far as Chinatown, even in lockdown, we can be comfortable if we pool our resources.”

“I’m listening.”

“All the cliques here are all focused on segregating themselves. Is anybody really gunna take over that way? Race is an abstract ideal of the old Aeon. It’s a meaningless structure built to hold everyone down.”

“I heard the Shadows were devilworshipers. You talk weird. I’m not into this occult shit.”

Bobby and the con were still nose to nose. The basketball game continued as well as everyone else in the yard going about their business.

“It’s not all about the occult. Let’s talk.” Bobby said.

The con made a gesture and the rest of his clique went back to the basketball court.

“My name’s Willie Ren.”

“Ah, duty!” Booby beamed.

Willie smiled. “Yes. You?”

“Bobby Li.”

3

Dealings.

It didn’t take long for Bobby and Willie to form a conglomerate. They pooled their resources, Willie with the manpower and Bobby with the finances as promised by Eve and Russell.

Willie was won over by talks with Bobby about “Sinister Numinousity” and personal honour. Bobby even had talks with Otto, his skinhead cellmate, about Reichsfolk Culture. 

Bobby, Willie and Otto were, in fact, the sole traffickers of cigarettes, marijuana and even small amounts of liquor within the facility. They even had certain c.o.’s on their payroll.

After a period of six months, the four main gangs slowly dissolved and splintered into a business enclave that Bobby was overseeing. He never declared himself to be an official leader, but his business savvy had forged strange alliances. Money talked and bullshit walked.

To Bobby, this was the American dream materializing before his eyes, even in lockdown. He referred to his enclave and other associates as “Amerikanz.”

As usual, there was always those who refused to go with the ebb and flow. The Str8 Killaz and Tres Puntos were still “radical” in their beliefs and were considered even more racist than the Aryan Brotherhood. The leaders, Diamond (Str8 Killaz) and Puppet (Tres Puntos) held on to the belief that the blacks and Mexicans should only be with their own kind.

Very few from those two remaining cliques defected and joined the Amerikanz.

4

Belly.

“Bobby, I’ve got an idea.” Otto said. He suddenly sat up in his bunk. Out of appreciation and respect, Otto bestowed the coveted bottom bunk to Bobby.

“I’m listening.” Bobby said. He was almost dozing off, having a picture in his mind of grassy hills and a clearing for Temple purposes.

“Let’s run hookers. We’ll make a fortune!”

Bobby smiled. “I don’t think anyone really wants to pay for transvestites and fags when they could take them themselves.”

“No dude. The female cons on the other side. There’s an underground passage that I saw when I used to have that laundry gig. I know that it connects to the female side. We could use for the exchanges! It’ll be the ‘Tunnel of Love!’ You know a lot of the c.o.’s, we can make this happen!”

“Holy shit! That’s a fuckin’ idea. Good job, man.”

“Dude, I got my kid the braces he needed yesterday.”

“Congratulations. It cost like five grand, you said?”

“Six, with taxes.”

“We need to do something about the Str8 Killaz, though. Diamond don’t wanna play ball. If he don’t wanna play, I know that they’ll stand in our way soon enough.”

“I got a plan.” Otto smiled.

5

Framework.

Jose Castellon easily defected from Tres Puntos to the Amerikanz because of one thing: Money. The fix was in.

Jose walked into the nightclub that Diamond still owned in Memphis, Tennessee. He opened his trench coat as he walked in and spied the full bar and dance floor. Surprisingly, the music was not overpowering nor overly loud.

He yelled out into the crowded club.

“Hey niggers! Tres Puntos for life! Tres Puntos!”

He reached into his coat and tossed grenades towards the crowd and ran out the front door.

The two Mexicans that Jose hired then pushed a dumpster to block the door.

Ronnie Williams walked into Puppet’s parents’ convenience store in El Paso, Texas. Both of Puppet’s parents were working behind the counter while a line of about ten people were waiting to purchase lottery tickets and beer.

As soon as Ronnie walked in, he took out the AK-47 and began to fire indiscriminately into the store.

“Str8 Killaz, you fuckin’ beaners! Str8 Killaz!”

There were survivors that would spread the word. Not many, though. 

6

Repercussion.

Diamond and Puppet spotted each other during yard time. They ran towards each other as their respective entourages followed suit.

All began to brandish improvised weapons created covertly, a meaningful accomplishment in a maximum security pen.

Willie and Otto stood up from their outdoor chess game and walked the other way. The now biggest clique in the facility, the Amerikanz all followed.

Chaos which was vital to growth ensued between the two gangs. Rivals were stabbing and clubbing one another to death. Within the first few seconds of the violence that erupted, Puppet and Diamond were already dead. 

Officers swooped in on the riot in full gear and dispersed the crowd with tear gas and rubber rounds.

About a hundred yards away, Otto and a few other Amerikanz were suppressing their laughter. 

7

Paths.

Otto hugged Willie and Bobby. His duffle bag lay on his bunk.

“I wish that I had a camera. A skin hugging two Chinese guys.” Otto laughed.

“Remember to look up my boy Russ at his pool hall. He’ll look out for you. You’re Family, now. If anybody asks, you’re a fuckin’ Amerikan and there won’t be any questions anymore. Got it?”

“Got it. See you on the outside, Bobby.”

“Yeah. I’ll meet your grandkids.” Bobby said somberly. “Fuck it. Freedom’s overrated. With your help, I smoke, I get high and I even get laid by real women. The fuck I need to be out there for.”

Otto laughed and walked out. The c.o. on the take who waited outside the cell smiled at Otto and the two made their way to the Walk of Fame.

“You’re the king now, Bobby. In less than a fuckin’ year, you came in here and became king. You son of a bitch.” Willie smiled. “What are you going to do now?”

Bobby laughed. “Nothing. Nothing at all.

 

 

Ariya [Severance]

“Reject all illusion and lies, for they hinder the strong.” — 20th Point of Satanism [The Black Book of Satan]

My name is Rhonda Runnels.  Things seemed to have taken a “downward spiral” as the media likes to say, but why, for the first time in my life, do I actually feel alive?

First off, I am the heiress to my zillionaire father, the “great” Peter Runnels’ Runnels hotel chains. “Relax at the Runnels.”

I thought my life was okay, partying and drinking. I was at all the hot spots with singers, rappers, T.V. and movie stars and having my photo picture taken and spread all over every major sleazebag tabloid. When I drank too much, when I picked my ass, the public needed to be in the know. Even my ex-boyfriend made his first million selling our sex tape.

How did I end up doing what I’m doing now? Here are excerpts from my diary.

120 Year of Fayen

11/14

I’m about to land in LaGuardia. The movie on the plane was lame so I ended up juggling songs in my i-pod. It’s like totally amazing how old 15,000 songs could get! I’m going to have to talk to Magic Dragon about getting some new songs.

Holy shit, Amsterdam was so off the hook! I never knew how many actors and actresses with so-called upright reputations go there and light up like all day! 

Anyway, Tiffany is okay, but she smells pretty horrid! Ugh! I think that it’s the cheap inorganic deodorant she uses – or lack thereof (lol). She totally smells. And this is the one that viewers voted as “The Next Big Thing?” Ugh!

She smokes like a fuckin’ chimney and she’s way too loose! (like I should really talk…lmao) We were at a bar and this not even decent looking guy strikes up a conversation with her. Then she’s totally trashed and blowing him in some alley next to the bar. With no rubber! Eew! Then we go to his place and him and his brother double penetrate her! I just blew the brother and just sat there and watched the slut. lol!

The layover in LAX was cool. I gave my number to this really cute guy walking by. We got totally trashed at the airport restaurant. It was a 4 hour layover, what do you want?

I hope that cute Asian chick that loads my bags into the taxi is there at LaGuardia. She’s hella hot. I’ve eaten pussy before and I wouldn’t mind sampling that muff.

Tiffany’s over here passed out as usual. If I hook up with that Asian girl, I need to find some way of ditching Tiff.

Anywayz, landing in about one hour. Time to catch some zzz’s. These airplane drinks are totally buzzing me.

Laterz.

11/16

Holy shit! That hot Asian chick’s a total bitch! We landed in LaGuardia Friday and she loaded my bags into the car as usual. When I turned around to ask her something, she pushed me into the car! When I tried to open the door, it was locked and the driver drives off and laughs hysterically.

He tells me to shut the fuck up and relax. I think that he said his name was Rick. Rick said that he won’t hurt me as long as I do what I’m told. He shows me a gun and I’m shitting a pill at this point. OMG!

I said that Daddy will pay him anything he wants and the Rick  just smiled. He scares the shit out of me. 

Rick takes me to some  really big house surrounded by a bunch of trees and him and some big Puerto Rican drag me into this room in the basement. At least they’re letting me write here!

They’ve been feeding me takeout food, ugh! Everybody who comes and checks in on me just ignores me!  That red-headed chick’s a total bitch!

11/17

Another day of everyone ignoring me. I keep talking about money when they come to feed me but no dice!

I just sat here and looked at the walls. No windows, just these four walls, the door and a toilet in the corner of the room. I think that there’s somebody sitting right outside because I keep hearing someone move but when I try the door, it’s locked.

I know that Daddy and Mommy are worried about me. I hope that these people talked to Daddy and he’s sending over the money. God, I’m so scared! What did I ever do to deserve this?

11/19

I slept all day yesterday and didn’t eat anything. Maybe it’s all the weed and drinking from the trip and belated jet lag all kicking in. I know that I was too scared to sleep when I first got here.

Where’s Daddy and the ransom money? Holy shit, are they just going to kill me just for the hell of it? I feel like I’m in hell.

God, why are you letting them do this to me? Why have you left me here?

11/20

That red-headed chick came in and actually talked to me today. She sat on my cot and asked me how I was doing. She said her name was Susannah. God, she smelled so good! She asked if I wanted to take a shower and change my clothes. Hell yeah!

She and the big Puerto Rican named Andy walked me to some really nice bathroom in the basement. Susannah sat on a closed toilet and watched me while I showered. The chick was older, but she was hella hot. She kind of reminded me of Diane Lane. I think that she wasn’t just watching me to watch me but also checking me out.

Susannah gave me pajamas, flip-flops and some cheap Walmart lotion. She said that she would see about getting me perfume, some books and magazines and maybe cigarettes if everything worked out with Rick.

Anyway, I hope that what she says is true because I’m really getting bored.

11/21

Susannah hooked me up today! She brought me my i-pod, some of my clothes from my luggage, my cigarettes and a bunch of magazines!

When she went to sit on my cot, she touched my shoulder and I got all these goosebumps. Damn, she’s hot!

Listening to some DJ PM stuff right now. ttyl.

11/22

Thank God that they let me keep my watch or I wouldn’t even know what day it is! I can’t believe that I’ve been here for a week!

I don’t even know what the fuck to write about because nothing’s going on.

I can only try to remember the good times and hope that there’s more to come if I get out of here. When I get out here. God help me.

11/23

That guy Rick came and actually talked to me today. I haven’t seen him since the first day they took me here. He said some mumbo jumbo about me being the “ten percent” and how my kind usurped his ancestors. I mean, whatever man. If you don’t like the way things are, just go out and vote!

Everybody is created equally. He can take his chances like everybody else. He doesn’t have to kidnap me to get my Daddy’s money. Just work for it like everybody else!

Anyway, he told me that Daddy had put out a full two minute ad on T.V. asking for my safe return. Rick said that he would let me watch it if everything worked out.

11/24

Susannah talked to me about personal honour, Family and dead books with dead ideas. I was so intrigued by what she was saying. I couldn’t believe that I was mesmerized by her every word. More so than with Rick. Maybe it’s because Rick dragged me here.

Anyway, I was so intrigued that Susannah agreed to let me have a pen and paper to write things down as I see fit.

She said that I might be out of here next week if Daddy comes up with ten million dollars. I told her that he is capable of getting to it by accessing the Swiss account, but it takes time. She said that there’s no rush. She would look out for me.

11/25

Susannah gave me two books to read today. They were “Opus Vrilis” and “The Black Book of Satan.” I just skimmed real quick through these books and I told her that they scared the shit out of me. She laughed and just told me to take my time with them. Everything will come into place.

11/30

I’ve been so busy trying to read these two books that I haven’t had any time to even sit for a full meal. I can’t believe the lengths that  people actually have to go through to even try to obtain a fifth of what I have! It’s so incredible!

Rick told me that my father and him made arrangements for payment and that I’ll be home way before Christmas, that Rick was trying to avoid detection from law enforcement agencies.

Why does it sound like I’m empathizing with these people? They kidnapped me!

Am I just going crazy from the isolation and loneliness? Are thay brainwashing me? Is this some C.I.A. operation because they want me to rat Daddy out? I don’t even know what Daddy’s typical day at work is!

12/3

I looked through some more old magazines that some guy named Jimmy gave to me. I went over some old articles about me and looked at some pictures of me passed out on some dance floor with my panties showing.

Then there’s that rock star who wrote a book about me that my lawyer told me to deny even though every word was true. Then the stints in rehab and the critics who wrote that I’m famous for nothing.

There’s something going on with me, internally. I’ve been doing a lot of reading and reassessing my whole life. As if I want to know why and how I’m here for the first time in my life.

This “Presencing the Dark” concept is also very intriguing. As if  there is an awakening inside of me.

12/5

I read more manuscripts about Reichsfolk Culture and the concept of the Numinous Way. I actually feel that I view things more profoundly. With Susannah’s guidance, I’m beginning to gain a powerful insight by just reading this fascinating material.

I almost see it as something that the powers that be in the mundane world don’t want want us to even begin to comprehend.

I also look back at those past articles and photos with deep shame. There was no purpose in my life. I was just there, taking up space. All my words and deeds were Earth-bound.

12/7

Rick was really angry today. He walked in and yelled about some “occult expert”, the F.B.I. Director Chloe Skinner, telling the media that negotiations for ransom are officially off and that a nationwide manhunt is being commenced.

I told Rick that the concepts that Susannah introduced me to resonate with me and that if the Nexion needs financial help, I would be more than happy to oblige.

He suddenly smiled from ear to ear and said that we’d talk soon. 

Epilogue

“Our top story today: kidnapped heiress Rhonda Runnels is caught on bank surveillance closed curcuit television holding what appears to be an automatic weapon, pointing it at bank employees and customers alike as alleged members of the infamous gang known only as Nexion 352 proceed to hold up bank tellers. According to law enforcement sources, it was long theorized that Nexion 352 had allegedly kidnapped Runnels last November from LaGuardia Airport but it is now feared to have joined them. We take you now to the Runnels Hotel in Midtown Manhattan as Federal Bureau of Investigations Director Chloe Skinner is holding a press conference. We now go to Collen with the latest developments of this breaking story. Colleen?”

“Thanks Julie. Here in a few moments, F.B.I. Director Chloe Skinner will hold a press conference discussing the abduction of millionaire heiress Rhonda Runnels and the developing story of Nexion 352’s latest bank heist. It looks like Madam Director Skinner has just taken the podium now.”

“Good evening. Before I field questions from the media, I would just like to give a brief synopsis of the case. The Satanic cult slash crime family Nexion 352 has in fact taken responsibility for the abduction of Miss Runnels last November 14th. The bank heist at the Waterhouse bank in the Bronx does indeed possess closed circuit television footage of what appears to be Miss Runnels brandishing an automatic weapon and assisting Nexion 352 members. We have confirmed from viewing the footage that the person is in fact Miss Runnels. That is what I have for now.”

“Madam Director…”

“Jenny”

“Due to past experiences with 352, would you consider this to be a personal vendetta?”

“Next question, yes?”

“Do you have any suspects at this time?”

“There’s a nationwide APB in conjunction with federal, state, and local law enforcement agencies at this time. At this time, we only have knowledge of the responsible party and not individuals. Yes?”

“In your personal opinion, is this the new Satanic scare reminiscent of the late seventies and early eighties?”

“Truthfully, this bears no resemblance to those past incidents. This is a well organized group and as far as ritual sacrifices and such, there is no tangible evidence. Yes?”

“Any word from the Runnels family, Madam Director?”

“At this time, we have the family’s full support on bringing Miss Runnels on charges when apprehended. That is all I can comment about at this time. Thank you for your time. Good night.”

“Madam Director…Madam Director…”

“As you heard Julie, Skinner has stated that Rhonda Runnels will be brought up on charges when apprehended. This is Colleen McGahee reporting live. Back to you Julie.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ariya [Prequel]

“All that is great is built upon sorrow.” — 5th Point of Satanism [Black Book of Satan]

0

“Everybody get the fuck down!” Jimmy yelled. He let off rounds from the Uzi into the ceiling to accentuate his point. Fragments fell from the ceiling to add to the dramatic effect.

Everyone inside the bank complied yet there were some sobs of fear.

“Don’t worry! As long as no one plays hero, everyone will go home tonight. This is nothing personal. Your money is protected by the F.C.C.! Just stay the fuck down and don’t move until we got what the fuck we came for and we won’t hurt anybody!” Jimmy reassured the bank patrons behind a white handkerchief obscuring his nose and mouth.

Danny, also clad in all black with a white rag covering his face and brandishing an M16A2 rifle walked around and kept watch on the bank employees and customers laying on the floor.

Tellers scrambled into their drawers and emptied them out, scooping money into bags and shoving them underneath the bulletproof window. Susannah, the oldest of the 20 and 30-something robbers held the bank president in front of her by the throat with a .45 pressed against his temple in case the tellers wanted to activate the alarm and/or the first sign of incoming police sirens.

Outside, Tanya waited in the green ’99 Dodge Caravan. Not a fast car, but able to blend in with a highway full of soccer moms picking their kids up from school. The engine was on and she looked anxiously towards the bank entrance. Then she heard police sirens coming from maybe two blocks away.

“Fuck!” Tanya shouted. “Fuck! Come on, come on!”

Susannah also heard the sirens from inside the bank as Rick Ruiz grabbed the last bag. She angrily pointed her weapon at the tellers. Even though the glass was bulletproof, the tellers held their hands up with fear.

“Which one of you bitches tripped the fuckin’ alarm?” Susannah shouted. “Fuck. It doesn’t matter.”

She placed the muzzle of her weapon back on the bank president’s head and squeezed the trigger. The shot echoed throughout the bank as people screamed. Blood was everywhere. The bank president’s corpse crumpled on the floor. Susannah wiped the blood from her face.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Danny shouted hurriedly.

Rick, Jimmy and Susannah made a beeline for the van. Danny brought up the rear. The first N.Y.P.D. Emergency Service Unit truck turned the corner of Northern Boulevard and Main Street.

“Get the fuck outta here!” Danny shouted as everyone jumped inside the van. “I’ll buy you some time! Get the fuck outta here now!”

Tires screeched as Tanya pressed the gas and hurriedly shifted to drive. Jimmy waved at Danny and Danny winked back. Then Danny fired on the ESU van.

Tanya hurriedly dodged vehicles on Main Street then made a right on College Point Boulevard. There, she slowed her pace down to 35 mph.

“Fuck…Danny.” Rick said somberly.

1 

The ESU cops pulled over and Danny tried to pick them off even as they tactically jumped from the van. Danny reloaded another banana clip into the rifle and clicked the lever from “auto” to “semi” to try to save rounds and buy more time.

Then, more squad cars and ESU vehicles converged on Main Street. Danny knew that he had no chance, so he kept his head down and lit a cigarette.

“NYPD! Put the weapon down! Now! You won’t get hurt.”

Danny kept the cigarette in his mouth and then fired in the general direction of where the police had converged. There was no visisble uniforms to fire upon so Danny fired to prove the point out that surrender and prison wasn’t an option.

A barrage of gunfire was returned from the police. Danny smiled and hit the ground. He continued smoking his cigarette.

2

The police sniper, Charlie Thomas crouched down on a rooftop 10 floors up at a 45 degree angle from Danny’s location and pointed his scope throughout Danny’s immediate area.

Sgt. John Giaccio’s voice came in through the headset.

“How many we got?”

“Just one, sir.” replied Thomas.

“You got a clear shot?”

“I got a partial of the top of his head.”

“Put him down.” Giaccio coldly ordered.

“Yessir.”

Thomas readied himself and assumed a comfortable position. He took in a deep breath through his nose and breathed steadily out of his mouth. The scope was trained right on Danny’s forehead. 

Thomas gently squeezed the trigger as he exhaled.

3

Danny sat leaning on a white delivery van. The barrage was reduced down to spurts of gunfire and then silence.

He lit another cigarette and exhaled slowly. He thought of his Family.

“They should be counting money by now.” he thought to himself and smiled. He felt the warmth of the noon sun on his face.

Then he heard one single shot and then he put the cigarette to his mouth. He felt a sharp pain at the top of his head and felt himself hitting the cold, hard cement sidewalk. He let the rifle go and felt his shoulder land on top of the butt of the weapon.

The pain was the sharpest he ever experienced. He felt his head and face wet. He felt as if a stampede of boots were running right at him and the ground was vibrating, making the pain in his head worse.

“Ten minutes. More than enough time…” he whispered.

He saw red and then black. Then, the pain was gone.

4

Tanya pulled the minivan into the garage of the large brown stucco house in Bayside. Susannah’s cousin was going to paint it later for the next job. Jimmy got out of the backseat and lit his third consecutive cigarette. He walked towards the backdoor of the house. Susannah quickly followed and put her hand on Jimmy’s shoulder as they both walked inside. Tanya felt hot tears roll down her face.

“I know, I know.” Rick said as he still sat in the passenger seat. “Let’s go get a drink.”

“No.” Tanya said. “Let’s just take a nap or something. Maybe we can all get some dinner later.”

“Okay.” Rick also wiped tears from his face. “He went down fighting, though. He was always fighting for our shit. Ever since high school.”

“I know. Jimmy’s not doing so great right now. Let’s go check on him.”

“Yeah. This is the life, babe.”

Strangely, the comment made Tanya smile. She kissed Rick on the lips as he grabbed the bags of money.

They both got out of the Dodge and walked towards the house. 

5

Thomas took another breath as he saw the mist of blood from the perp’s head. He watched as the rest of the ESU team run towards the perp as he hit the ground.

Charlie  felt his stomach turn.

“Good shooting, Charlie!” shouted Giaccio.

“Yessir.” replied Thomas as he began to pack up his gear.

“Go ahead and police up your brass and get on down here. Great job.”

“Yessir.”

“One shot, one kill! You got the war face on, Charlie!”

“Shut the fuck up…” Charlie thought to himself. He grabbed his gear bag and walked slowly towards the roof exit.

He looked down at a puddle and saw his reflection in the water. He looked at his uniform, his rifle, his headgear. The sun shone on his back.

After his first few drops, he used to get sick. After that, he became indifferent as if it were second nature.

His instructor once said, “The worst pain is when you don’t feel anything anymore.”

“How about when you have to shoot your own Brother just to keep this Game going?” Charlie whispered. “I’m sorry, Danny.” 

 

Ariya [Prologue]

“Test always your strength, for therein lies success.” –2nd Point of Satanism [Black Book of Satan I]

0

115 yf

 “So, do you consider yourself a Communist?” Dr. Annis stared straight into Rick’s eyes from across his desk.

“No.” Rick replied. “I give two shits about all people. Just mine. My Family.”

“Hmm.” Annis looked at the organized chaos of paperwork on his oak table. “Mr. Ruiz, you have no blood relatives on record. Are you referring to your gang?”

Rick laughed. “Yeah, whatever doc. My gang. It’s so much more than that if you bothered to think outside your shell.”

“Mr. Ruiz, I detect hostility in your voice when I bring up the people in your gang. Am I hitting a soft spot? Am I getting to you?”

“My Family is my strength, doc. On the contrary.”

“People that are convicted bank robbers, burglars and pimps? I find that they are your weakness, Mr. Ruiz. Then you wouldn’t find yourself in prison again.”

“These ‘crimes’ are but means. Fuck it. I don’t need to tell you shit. C.O.! Get me the fuck outta here!”

From behind Ruiz, the door opened and a burly corrections officer stepped into the prison psychiatrist’s office.

“Stand up, Ruiz.” he said.

Ruiz obliged and as if cued, put his hands behind his back. The officer put handcuffs on Ruiz for the walk back to the cellblock.

 “Wait.” Dr. Annis stood up and walked to catch up with Ruiz and his escort. “What is your deal, Ruiz? You talk tough, but I see you reading books that I read when I was studying for my Doctorate. Let’s cut through the chase already. What makes you tick?”

Ruiz, with his back towards Dr. Annis, smiled. The corrections officer was still walking away with Ruiz. “All I want is what”s coming. Simple as that doc. Simple as that. I’ll see you next Thursday. I’d like to talk to you about you S.P.S. diagnosis.”

“S.P.S.?” Annis asked.

“Small Penis Syndrome.” Ruiz said indifferently. The C.O. suppressed a snicker.

Dr. Annis also suppressed a snicker and watched Ruiz walk away. He looked forward to hearing from Ruiz again.  

1

 120 yf

The N.Y.C. Department of Corrections bus stopped and Ruiz stepped out. He deeply inhaled the air of Astoria, Queens and looked around. He watched as airplanes departed and arrived in the distance at LaGuardia Airport. 

“Hey, Ruiz.” the C.O. behind driving the bus said. “Step away from the bus or the warden will decide to keep you.”

Ruiz smiled and waved at the C.O. He didn’t hate all the cops and C.O.’s. He knew that they were just pawns in the mundane world for the most part.

A lone figure walked toward Ruiz as he followed the C.O.’s request. Ruiz stopped and smiled.

“Jimmy, you motherfucker!” Rick smiled.

Jimmy O’Connor ran towards Rick and embraced him.

“We’ve got some partying to do. The girls are waiting, dude.”

Ruiz looked towards another departing plane. “I just need to stop at the airport first.”

“Holy shit! It’s fuckin’ Thanksgiving weekend! Do you have any idea how the traffic’s gunna be in that place? What’s next, you wanna go to Macy’s tomorrow at nine? Did the C.O.’s whack you in the melon once too many times?”

“I have to see her, Jimmy. Seriously.” Rick turned somber. “She still works there?”

“Yeah. She’s still there.” Jimmy groaned.

“Good. Let’s go. Road beers on me.”

“Fuck no. Too many Port Authority cops doing traffic at the airport.”

Rick smiled. “Yeah, bad idea. Got any trees?”

“I rolled a fatty and it’s in the glove.” Jimmy smiled back.

Rick and Jimmy put on a Megadeth c.d. and smoked as they made their way towards LaGuardia Airport.

2

Jimmy pulled the black Nissan Sentra in front of the arrivals area at the U.S. Air terminal almost two hours later. The high from the marijuana was long gone.

“Rick, if you come out and I’m not here just wait. They’re gunna make me move.”

“Okay.” Rick smiled. “Gimme a piece of gum.”

Rick ran through the terminal in eager anticipation. He hasn’t seen Tanya in six years since his arrest after the last bank job. Tanya was driving and luckily received a two year sentence. A serious legal error and much research done by Rick had reduced his sentence by almost a third.

An attractive Asian woman in her twenties dressed conservatively held up a sign reading “Runnels.” She glanced at Rick then looked away. Then she looked again. Her face could not hide her pain.

“Rick. You’re out. I can’t talk right now, I’m working. Can I just call you later?”

Rick stopped short of Tanya. He wasn’t going to get a “Get out of jail” embrace.

“I don’t have a phone. Can I come back when you get off work?”

“Rick. I have a new life. Didn’t they tell you I got married?”

Rick felt his chest tighten. “Does he make you laugh?”

“He doesn’t make me cry.” Tanya said flatly.

Rick began to walk away. He looked back at Tanya and smiled.

“I’ll be back and I’ll keep coming back. I love you and I know that you love me too. You know that the only time that you ever felt alive your whole life was when we together.”

Tanya looked away. “You’d better go.”

“You still take your coffee black?”

Tanya ignored him and looked towards the arriving passengers.

Ten minutes later, Rick came back with a large cup of coffee and a bag with a chocolate donut and a blueberry muffin. He noticed Tanya helping a tall attractive lady with her baggage into a waiting black Lincoln Town Car. He waited for Tanya to see the wealthy socialite off and then approached Tanya.

“We used to steal from assholes like that. Remember, baby? This isn’t you. This isn’t you at all.” Rick whispered into Tanya’s ear with her back turned to him.

Tanya closed her eyes. “Yeah. The rich bitch didn’t even tip me.”

“Wanna take a break?”

“I got three hours until my next flight.” she looked at him curiously.

Rick smiled as Tanya turned around. She laughed as he handed her the large coffee cup and paper bag.

3

Rick and Jimmy stepped into the large mini-mansion in Port Jefferson, Long Island.  The cloudy skies and the surrounding trees made for a Sinister, yet consoling backdrop.

 An older attractive redhead with a summer dress with orange floral print greeted them at the door.

“It’s great to see you, Rick!” she greeted him with a more than sisterly embrace and slid her hand to his crotch.  Rick felt himself become erect. “Hmm, lonely, weren’t we? Let’s fix that.” She smiled at Jimmy in silent greeting.

Susannah walked away and picked up her cell phone. Rick and Jimmy followed Susannah into the spacious living room. The burly corrections officer from the prison psychiatrists’s office five years ago was seated in the couch nearest to the doorway. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans.  He stood up and embraced Rick in greeting. 

“Been taking care of business, Andy?” Rick said to the C.O.

“Citrine, Rick. Now that you’re back.”

Rick smiled. “You taking care of the girls?”

“It goes both ways as always, my friend. It’s the greatest job in the world.”

Just then, ten women of varying races dressed in tight provocative clothing walked down the stairs and into the living room and sat in the vast living room smiling. Balck, white, Latina, Asian. Susannah emerged from behind the bar with a tray of beers.

“All we’re missing is Tanya and we’d all be together again.”Susannah said flatly.

“Maybe in time.” Rick said.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” Jimmy said. He looked at the multi-racial Fleurdelits with lust. “Let’s party.”

4

Tanya read over the letter again. It was cold and impersonal – to break off a relationship with a “Dear John” letter. John was good to her, he had a decent job as an electrician. He made so much money that she really didn’t need to work at the airport but chose to so as not to go crazy with cabin fever.

She looked at John sleeping peacefully. She wanted to give him one last kiss on the lips but thought against it. Prolonging this goodbye wouldn’t serve anyone any good.

Staying here in this spacious home was against Wyrd, against Individual Destiny. She felt almost a void of nothingness in this simple life lacking excitement and plainly, life. It didn’t feel like living. An exultation of life was sorely lacking with John although this life was what the mundanes teach everyone to dream about.

“I’m sorry, John.” Tanya whispered softly as she taped the letter to the mirror of the large dresser. “I know that you would never understand. I never meant to hurt you. I truly hope that you find happiness some day.”

Tanya fought off the tears and walked off. John stirred in his sleep as if disturbed but settled back down. Tanya grabbed her small bag and walked out of the bedroom door, closing it softly behind her.

5

Rick awoke in the guest bedroom of the mini-mansion to the sharp knocking on the door.

He looked around. The three Fluerdelits were gone. His head was pounding from the dehydration caused by the previous night’s  alcohol consumption and the release of pent-up sexual frustration.

“‘Tis some visitor tapping at my chamber door – only this and nothing more.” Rick said, quoting Poe.

“Hey, Rick!” Jimmy exclaimed. “You really should come downstairs.”

Rick threw on whatever he was wearing last night and ran downstairs but then slowed himself  to a brisk walk.

He saw her first. Tanya was sitting on the love seat in the living room with her back towards the stairs.

Rick ran down and Tanya rose to greet him. They embraced and wept.

Words would only serve to obscure the Essence…

 

Valedicto

Dawn arrived and the river was frigid.

I knelt before the Obsidian blade

The Baphomet, the Diabolus.

I traced an inverted pentagram over the knife.

From the Nexion in the sky, a nebulous Chaos

Engulfing the blade and then my soon to be empty vessel

‘Ad Satanas qui luetificat juventulem meam’

My journal of the Dark Immortal with entries of going beyond

The final victim would provide me solace

I am only helping to improve the human stock 

I undertake the rite of the final stage;

My journey ends by my own hand.

Wyrd

Standing against the Sky of Fire

The background of destroyed landscapes

And black hills

The fulfillment of Wyrd after Aeons…

Of Destiny, individual and collective.

Of manifesting by living the Septenary Way

The Change occured through adversity;

Through strife and suffering and death.

The finding of the Aeon of Fire,

The pinnacle of the new Dark Imperium.