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Crazy
Location: right behind you...
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boo! sorry this took so long. i'm currently losing my mind! 
if you like what you read please comment. motivation dies fast when there seems to be nobody listening
(thanks a lot to those who have commented!)
............. starting where we stopped above. this will look kinda silly but bear with me
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.
Chapter 7
He walked into what appeared to be a completely legit insurance company. Pete went through the steps of meeting an agent, including filling out countless forms of information.
“This is a pretty smart gig, really”, Pete thought. If you signed this shit without thinking you could not possibly just tell someone ‘nevermind’. He was tempted to leave. He nervously jotted down some random numbers for his social security number, made up an alias, and turned in the forms. The lady who gave him the forms told him she’d be back in a gif!
“Mr. Williams, this way please.”
He followed the girl to the back and she gestured for him to enter a cubicle that was identical to the others in all ways except one little bulb out of twenty yellows was green. He wouldn’t had noticed or paid it any mind if he were not seeking the unuasaul.
A unbelievably ugly woman walked in offering him her hand and smile. He shook her hand when she put it in a grip that could easily break it at anytime. “Mr. ‘Phillips? I thought so.” Her hand tightened. Pete was shaking and starting to sweat quite fiercely.
“I am a fun loving gal, but this has to do with a serious issue. I take this seriously, Mr. Craigh, so let me inform you. I am the only Sister anywhere near around, yet we have a few civilians who work with us also. They know me and what I do. I’m hiding nothing at the moment, so cut the bullshit and tell me what’s going on.” Her hand released. “I apologize, but the first impression needed to carry a punch. Sit, discuss.”
Pete sat. “At least I know you’re real” he said in a low, sarcastic tone.
She laughed a quite pleasant last that simply sounded weird coming from such an ugly face.
“So, the mother is still in their home, yes? This is kind of a difficult position. If she worked she could have envious coworkers, or if she were out spending cash or what have you. I guess a mock robbery is in order.”
Pete didn’t say a word. This was so fucking wrong. Who had given him this power? He started sweating again.
“If it makes a difference, know that this will happen regardless of your current state of mind. Kids, elderly, disabled. . . animals now that Z did his dogfight stunt. . . all defensely are defended by us regardless of law or consequence. She will die. She will never molest anyone again.”
“So. Like a machine or a nest of ants, you guys simply do what is needed?” Pete asked.
“Kind of. A lot of us work with passion, a lot do it as if thinning the herd of evil men. Some even seem to. . . enjoy it. They are watched closely, the ones who get into their work. But in the end it comes down to this: they are wiped out. Never to harm another creature again.”
“How do you guys dispose?”
“As in what do we use to kill?”
“Yes.”
“Depends on several issues. Every single Brother, Sister, Uncle, Aunt and Shepherd is different. We frown on torture, but allow it in special cases. Most of us carry firearms or poisons. One of the Uncles was named “Slasher” due to his habit of striking with two axes he kept close by. He did it for a good reason, though. If he were ever caught he would get the heat of over a dozen murders, thus highly lessening the chance of someone else being imprisoned due to his work.” She smiled a smirk.
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