Dr. Schwinner walked straight into a neighborhood, it had few stores, and he soon recognized it as the minute town of Lotus. It was about 10 miles away from the lab, he was impressed by his walking distance where a plan was finally beginning to brew.
He walked past two campsites before seeing Kila Hana. But this one was unlike the others. The name struck him, possibly only because it sounded like Kill A Hanna. But that was enough to convince him to stroll on through. He walked passed a section full of obviously deserted Motor Homes. He walked passed a few occupied ones too until one grabbed his interest.
This one was shaking quite considerably and without any modesty of what they were obviously doing. He smiled. A month ago, maybe even a couple weeks ago the thought would have sickened him.
But now he almost laughed out loud to no one again.
He was not the same man in any respect anymore. He was no longer that little goodie, goodie. He was smarter, powerful, and most of all dangerous. He loved it.
He passed a few empty camp sites and continued on stopping until he saw too girls with poise sitting over a camp fire. They didn’t belong here, but then again, neither did he. He smiled. One was voluptuous, blonde with pale white skin. The other a pale caramel color with curly brown hair and a small, toned body.
He suddenly wondered where he would sleep tonight. He certainly wasn’t going home. He continued to walk a bit before noticing footsteps behind. Nervously he turned around. There was two people standing a few feet behind him.
They both were at about 5’10” and of the same frame. With two pairs of identical brown eyes were set upon him. They looked related, same jaw, same teeth, same lips, same smiling faces.
“Can I help you?” asked Dr. Schwinner feeling less nervous but curious still.
“No, but I do believe we can help you.” The male replied.
“Yes, Tim we can. You don’t have a place to stay do you?” Asked the female.
“No.” I honestly replied wondering how they knew that.
“Kim, we can help.” The male said looking at the female.
“Good. You can stay with us monsieur.” Kim told me.
“Dr. Sergei Schwinner.” I introduced.
“That’s Kim.” The male said pointing at her.
“That’s Tim.” Kim told me.
“See, we must admit we know about you already.” Tim informed me, standing on my left. Kim moved to my right and they led me to what I assumed to be their campsite.
“Really?” I asked seemingly not surprised but still curious.
“Yes our master told us.” Kim explained.
“We know of your plan and we can help.” Tim added.
“That is mighty kind of you.” I replied. None of this seemed to surprise me. It was fate, it seemed that my plan be taken to flight.
“But first let’s sleep.” Kim said.
“You can have that tent.” Tim offered. I gladly took it, accepting my luck as fate and as a sign. I will prevail. And so will my plan.
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“Tim, we must thank our master for giving us the luck of succeeding with this evening’s plan going so well. He didn’t question anything. I think we owe it to our father.” Kim told her twin smiling. He returned the smile, he was eager to do anything involving worship.
“Come Kim to the fire.” Tim directed his twin sister. Their fire was blazing but they were left unhurt as they sat abnormally close to it. Him across from her and they linked both of their arms in the flames. Not marks, no pain. They began to chant.
“Our father. Our master. Master of all that is worthy, dead, and evil. Every pain is yours. Every yell is yours. You own so much. We thank you for all that you have given us. And all you have let us take. Hear our summons to you. We wait for direction. We wait for your taking. Take us, Take the earth, Take it all.” They continued to pray to the master that was commonly referred to by other’s as Satan.
Startling enough, Dr. Schwinner slept through it all.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
“You want me to leave?” Asked the waitress. His interest in her had faded. She had brought him nothing but annoyance now and even then it wasn’t that great.
“Yes I do. Clear enough. GO!” He shouted.
“Fine then.” She replied. She had pride too.
“Bastard.” She muttered under her breath. He hated the ones like her. He thought she was different.
He had millions upon millions who knew his name as a household one and yet he couldn’t find satisfaction from any woman, at least not yet. That didn’t mean the search wouldn’t be continued. What else did he have to do when he wasn’t touring with his band? Nothing as important in his mind. His four group mates knew of his sexual rampages but none confronted him about but he doubted none knew the extent, none probably cared enough. Not even his cousin Brian, his own flesh & blood that he got in the fucking band. But that was okay. He was meeting the guys for the beach tomorrow he needed to calm down. He took a sleeping pill and hoped for it to work its magic soon.