As he entered the living room there was ample light from a full moon, and streetlights shining through the front windows that Dar was able to see a collection of expensive Waterford crystal ornaments on small end tables, and silverware and Waterford glasses displayed in a glass cabinet. Suddenly he stopped as his eyes were captured by an exquisite piece of art. He didn’t know he was looking at a Giuseppe Armani sculpture of a lady playing a piano, but he recognized beauty when he saw it. He whispered to Sammy to carefully collect the crystal ornaments and glasses, but that he would collect the amazing work of Art himself. He continued along a hallway leading to three doors saying, “Be professional. Hear what I’m sayin’.” He rotated the door handle of the first door on his right, conscious of making as little noise as possible. It looked like an office containing a desktop computer, with an LCD monitor, and speakers. There were shelves from floor to ceiling on all walls, stacked with books, computer programs, and games. About time, he thought. Folks have been stickin’ it to us all night; payback is going to be so sweet. He turned to the door at the end of the hallway and found it slightly ajar. As he pushed it open, it brought a large smile to his face as he saw leather studio chairs, and sofas that were aligned around the room, which was dominated by a massive LCD-HD television hanging off the far wall. With light from the deck shining into the room, he could see top of the line components, an amplifier, a DVD player, a VHS player, a CD Disc player, and surround-sound speakers; obviously a very comfortable room for watching movies. There were shelves full of DVD’s and CD’s. A variety of video game consoles increased the smile on his face; he wanted to jump up and down to celebrate his good fortune. They might find time to sample a movie or a PC game Dar thought as he turned to open the closed door on his left, which turned out to be a bedroom. Filled with liquor, and believing Lady Luck was at last smiling on him, and his crew, Dar’s steps became light, and bouncy. He didn’t know they were soon going to be his last. When he entered the bedroom, he froze in place. He had a ‘flashback’ to when, as a little boy, his bedroom door had opened …
… A dark shape came towards his small bed. He had just been transferred to a new foster home run by a middle-aged couple. They had been very kind to him the first few days, but the fourth night he was awakened by his bedroom door opening. From previous experiences, he always leaned a book against the door, and it was the sound of the book falling, that brought him wide-awake. The man smiled at the ruse, but it didn’t stop him from quickly crossing to the bed and clamping his hand over the boy’s mouth. “Now, now. Don’t do anything silly, like screaming, because it won’t do you any good. You know that, don’t you?” The little boy nodded his head. He was not frightened anymore, just resigned to whatever his ‘foster father’ had in mind, but when he saw his ‘foster mother’ standing in the doorway, he realized he was in serious trouble. The little boy knew these were two names that would be added to his list; his ‘List of Reckoning’.
The ‘parents’ belonged to a select circle of pedophiles that operated secretly within the New York City Department of Children’s Services. Their clientele included Superior and Appeal Court Judges, clergy, CEO’s and men and women of high society, sport professionals, and the famous. They were simply known as the ‘Society; and with the N.Y. Children’s’ Services unending supply line of suitable children, they could be very particular in their selection to satisfy the very precise, exotic, tastes of the members. Deep in the core of the ‘Society’ strict secrecy was maintained by promoting ‘select’ children for the circle, where they became known as the ‘Chosen Ones.’ The boys and girls were taken when they were seven years old and then trained exclusively for the sexual predilection of their Masters. Secrecy was taught with strict penalties for any infraction of the rules. They were well trained in the art of fellatio, cunulingus, and the many positions in the subtle Kama Sutra, and were regarded as specialists in sexual art. They were transported in limousines to the Master’s choice of venue and sometimes for a gathering of the ‘Circle.’ When a male ‘Chosen One’ turned eleven, or a female ‘Chosen One’ was thirteen, they were either discarded, or ‘elevated’ to the uppermost level for the ultimate sacrifice. Dar was special and was always chosen by the few who dealt in the ‘Black Arts’ to be the Facilitator, the one to assist in the Final Journey. Those who were not chosen were transferred back to Children’s Services where they were placed in a Boy’s or Girls Home, or placed on the waiting list for a bona fide foster home. The children were all warned that to say anything about the ‘Chosen Ones’ would result in making the “Final Journey.” Meanwhile they had to fend for themselves in the juvenile system, until they became of age, when Children Services turned them out onto the streets to fend for themselves. Dar the Albino became untouchable because he had become a god. Dar was able to fend off the predators because he had such an aura around him that people knew there was something special about him. Something dark, and threatening.
Dar shook his head. What the hell was that he asked himself? Dar shook his head. I’m not that drunk. Am I?
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