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thanks for the thumbs up, guys/
here is the last bit i've written. some of it is watery but the core is what i want. i'll work it out later
enjoy and comment if you wish!
Chapter 6
The mother was another story altogether. He knew not what to do or how to do it; and worse of all, where would Mandy go?
Mandy was 13. she’s be an awful kid in an orphanage, if her relatives even resemble her parents. . . what to do, what to do.
During these days after the black out he had to do some major explaining about the girls’ broken arm.
Unfortunately most authority figures have their jobs because they enjoy abusing their power. This was the case with the staff of the school. They never gave him a clap or smile or word of encouragement. The ‘child’ was only 13. How dare he break her arm?
The knife? She couldn’t use a knife!
One night in his sleep he awoke suddenly with clarity. Z. Call Z!
Getting a hold of Z took three weeks and numerous channels. A Brother was almost impossible to find; especially one that was legendary and destined to become a Father.
Peter was smart, though. He got some newspapers nd read any downright fucking weird story he could find. After that he looked for a misdeed fixed. Especially fixed in a violent manner.
What finally caught his eye was a bizarre story regarding a pet shop.
According to the news there was a pet shop that burned to the ground by questionable means. The owners were not prosecuted, though, and they moved with their insurance money to a remote place well away from people.
The shop lost four hundred twenty three fish, twenty eight lizards, forty three rodents, and ten or so birds. The reason it was suspicious is due to some removals that they decided to keep. Fr some odd reason almost every exotic bird and reptile touched their heart. If they wouldn’t had been removed there would had been at least $20-30k more of damage.
After the courts let the owners off without charges there was a protest of people wanting blood. The people knew there was foul play involved and their degree of love for animals didn’t matter. They were a strong community that stood up for right.
The legal system ignored them.
That is when a paper arrived to the courthouse, the newspaper said, that was completely traceless. All it said was “Take action or we will.”
They didn’t, Z did. A week after deying further investigation a man ad woman were found crucified to a barn with their necks slit. A sign said “You should had done your job. You didn’t. Someone had to.”
The public had no idea what to think. Sure, they wanted justice, but they did not know it would be so brutal. The people had to realize that for a point to be made, extreme measures had to be used.
Sometime people believe Z enjoys dealing punishment, but most know that he does not particularly enjoy dealing out torture or brutality; he just did what would work best.
In the end, if you had something ultimately fucked up and the cops/authorities quit caring you would find a Brother or some sort. Most likely it’d be Z.
It took two or so weeks to contact someone who may know him. Peter’s recollection of the phone call he made was vivid:
“Hello, I am calling about some security issues.”
“Security?”
“Security.”
“Well, the only kind of security we do are investments. Do you own stocks?”
Pete’s eyes rolled. “Look. Ah. Hell. Insurance for children in case of injury?”
“Children’s insurance runs hi-“
“Lady, please. I need help. Where can we speak in person?”
“Business hours are-“
“I must be mistaken. I apo-“
“Sir,” the woman on the other line said in an odd tone, “we can surely assist you. But you have to play by the rules; come see me at one PM. Alright? Insurance is tricky, especially child insurance, but it is possible if important.”
Pete let out a huge, poisoned breath and said thanks and hung up.
“Especially child insurance”, she had told him. Yes. She would help.
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