The Dreamers
Chapter 6: Jason
Jon, Mahavir, and Andrew walked down Main St. They looked like quite the odd
group. A large dark skinned man with a black headband, a small, brawny, chalk-white man
with bright red hair, and a short, tan man that looked too muscular for his height. They all
had long, black overcoats on, the collars pulled up to try and hide their faces. They walked
a few more blocks down Main St. until they turned into The Second Century Midnight Club
and vanished from sight.
Jon pulled his overcoat off and walked up to the sweaty-smelling bar and called for the
bartender. A greasy, muscular man came up to him, polishing a mug all the while with a
dirty towel. He grunted at Jon. “Whadda ya want?”
“I am looking for a little ‘redemption’.” Jon replied, giving the bartender a wink.
The bartender looked around cautiously then looked back to Jon. “Follow me,” he said, and
shuffled out from behind the bar and walked over to a small back door of the club. He
wrestled with a large ring of keys until he found the one he was looking for. He put it in the
keyhole and opened the door. As the door opened, a tattoo was revealed on the back of
the man’s wrist. It was the sign of the devil. Jon shrugged it off and walked down the dark
stairs, Mahavir and Andrew following close behind.
A small flickering light bulb was hanging at the bottom of the stairway, barely illuminating
the room. At the far walls of the room, men and women stood guard, all were carrying some
kind of weapon, and most had a tattoo of some sort revealing their membership in the Cult
of Abaddon. As Jon and his friends walked past them, they glared at them with cold, dark
eyes. One man cocked his shotgun as a warning. If this meeting didn’t go well, they
wouldn’t make it out of this room alive.
At the opposite side of the room there was a small door, Jon, Mahavir, and Andrew walked
towards it. When Jon reached to open the door, a large man stepped in their path; the large
pentagram tattooed on his neck stared at Jon almost as coldly as the man’s eyes. “What is
your business here?” the man asked, spitting each word out like it was venom.
“We are here to ask your leader for help.” Jon replied.
“Jason doesn’t help anyone, especially those with the likes of you.” The man snarled and
Mahavir pushed Jon out of the way so he could stand face to face with the Satanist.
“You WILL let us speak to Jason.” Mahavir snarled and glared at the man.
“And who is going to make me?” The cultist countered. Jon was afraid Mahavir was going
to get them all killed.
“I am going to make you, Jared.” A smaller man with long black hair intervened; his body
was covered in satanic tattoos. He looked like a walking piece of demonic art. Jared
instantly backed off and got on his knees.
“I am sorry, Jason, forgive me.” Jason looked down at the man and smiled.
“Don’t be sorry, Jared, you did your job. I may need you to do your other job in the future, so
stay close.” Jason smiled wickedly and opened his office door. “Please, come in,” his voice
sounded like the hissing of a snake. He extended his arm into his office as a welcoming,
Mahavir was the first to enter, the others followed suit.
Jason sat down at his desk, his arms folded and his head bowed, he was thinking very
deeply, from what Jon could tell. He finally looked up and gave them all a wicked smile.
“You must be members of The Dream. The last remaining religious leaders in the New York
City area,” his eyes gleamed as if he enjoyed the idea, “That is, besides myself and the
leader of the Pagans, Jessica.” He stood up and walked around the three dreamers who
were all seated. “What an,…honor… it is to have the minority religions come knocking at
my door for help,” he dragged the tips of his fingers across Jon’s sleeve as he circled the
three men, “and how ironic it is, that on normal terms, you would consider me an enemy, a
man who has committed worse then the ultimate sin,” he fell down and grabbed the back of
Mahavir’s seat and whispered in his ear, “Although, I will admit to committing quite a few of
the ultimate sins before.” He snickered and sat back down at his desk. He lay back in his
seat and folded his arms; his face became very serious all of a sudden. “So, my enemies,
what brings you here today?”
Jon leaned forward, “We plan to fight back against the government of America, and we
need your help.” Jason burst out into laughter. He laughed so hard he looked like he was
about to cry. He finally got back a hold of himself. “Ah, dreamers, you are clueless aren’t
you. We Satanists have been fighting a war for the past four months!” He fell back into
laughter again. When he regained himself and wiped a tear from his eye, he continued,
“So, I suppose you expect us to come crawling to your mercy, and help? I don’t think so, we
are doing just fine on our own.” Jason frowned hard and went back to leaning back in his
chair.
“We are not asking you to bow down to us, we are asking you to join, and help us.” Mahavir
said.
“We have a spot where you can hide, a better spot then here, in due time they will find you
in this basement, but, it will take years for them to find where we are living.” Jon added.
Jason seemed to become a little more interested. He furrowed his brow.
“A better hiding place, I see… Do you have weapons? Provisions we can use?” Jason
asked, curious.
“No, we don’t have either, we can go out and get food easily, but weapons, we can’t help
there.” Jon said, defeated. Jason smiled a curious smile and leaned forward.
“I will tell you what, the Cult of Abaddon will agree to join ranks with you, under a few
conditions,” Jon had a bad feeling that Jason was about to ask something impossible from
The Dream, “One, you get the provisions we need. Water, food, medicine. All that jazz,” he
stood up and put his right foot on top of his desk and leaned forward, “Two, you find a way
to get guns and ammunition for all of us,” he grinned, obviously thinking The Dream
couldn’t even accomplish that task, “And three, you convince Jessica’s group of Pagans to
join you.” Jason smiled the widest, most wicked smile he could. Jon crossed to shake
hands with Jason.
“Deal, but, we will need to know where Jessica is.”
Jason’s smile grew even wider, something Jon didn’t think was possible. “Well, if what I
have heard is true, Jessica and her band of Pagans are hiding somewhere underneath
Celestial Park. How they found a tunnel there, I don’t know, but that isn’t for me to worry
about, that is in your hands now.” Jason’s eyes had a wicked gleam to them. Jon felt like
this task was officially something impossible to complete. He was about to argue about
their third task, but before he could, Mahavir was hurrying them out the door.
“Thank you, Jason, leader of the Cult of Abaddon, we will meet again,” his sweet, low voice
calming Jon’s nerves a bit. When they were out of the club, Jon turned to Mahavir and
glared.
“How in God’s name are we going to find that Pagan hideout?!” Mahavir quieted Jon and
looked around to see if anyone had overheard him. Luckily, no one had. Mahavir looked
down at Jon and smiled warmly.
“Luckily for you, Jon, I know someone who used to work on the landscaping team at
Celestial Park. I wouldn’t doubt that he knows a way underneath it.” His eyes looked as if
they were laughing. Jon’s heart skipped a beat from the excitement. He embraced Mahavir,
attempting to give him a bear hug.
“Have I ever told you that you are the best, Mahavir?” Mahavir laughed heartily.
“No, Jon, you haven’t but I already knew that.” The three men walked back down Main
Street and returned to the apartment building by nightfall.
group. A large dark skinned man with a black headband, a small, brawny, chalk-white man
with bright red hair, and a short, tan man that looked too muscular for his height. They all
had long, black overcoats on, the collars pulled up to try and hide their faces. They walked
a few more blocks down Main St. until they turned into The Second Century Midnight Club
and vanished from sight.
Jon pulled his overcoat off and walked up to the sweaty-smelling bar and called for the
bartender. A greasy, muscular man came up to him, polishing a mug all the while with a
dirty towel. He grunted at Jon. “Whadda ya want?”
“I am looking for a little ‘redemption’.” Jon replied, giving the bartender a wink.
The bartender looked around cautiously then looked back to Jon. “Follow me,” he said, and
shuffled out from behind the bar and walked over to a small back door of the club. He
wrestled with a large ring of keys until he found the one he was looking for. He put it in the
keyhole and opened the door. As the door opened, a tattoo was revealed on the back of
the man’s wrist. It was the sign of the devil. Jon shrugged it off and walked down the dark
stairs, Mahavir and Andrew following close behind.
A small flickering light bulb was hanging at the bottom of the stairway, barely illuminating
the room. At the far walls of the room, men and women stood guard, all were carrying some
kind of weapon, and most had a tattoo of some sort revealing their membership in the Cult
of Abaddon. As Jon and his friends walked past them, they glared at them with cold, dark
eyes. One man cocked his shotgun as a warning. If this meeting didn’t go well, they
wouldn’t make it out of this room alive.
At the opposite side of the room there was a small door, Jon, Mahavir, and Andrew walked
towards it. When Jon reached to open the door, a large man stepped in their path; the large
pentagram tattooed on his neck stared at Jon almost as coldly as the man’s eyes. “What is
your business here?” the man asked, spitting each word out like it was venom.
“We are here to ask your leader for help.” Jon replied.
“Jason doesn’t help anyone, especially those with the likes of you.” The man snarled and
Mahavir pushed Jon out of the way so he could stand face to face with the Satanist.
“You WILL let us speak to Jason.” Mahavir snarled and glared at the man.
“And who is going to make me?” The cultist countered. Jon was afraid Mahavir was going
to get them all killed.
“I am going to make you, Jared.” A smaller man with long black hair intervened; his body
was covered in satanic tattoos. He looked like a walking piece of demonic art. Jared
instantly backed off and got on his knees.
“I am sorry, Jason, forgive me.” Jason looked down at the man and smiled.
“Don’t be sorry, Jared, you did your job. I may need you to do your other job in the future, so
stay close.” Jason smiled wickedly and opened his office door. “Please, come in,” his voice
sounded like the hissing of a snake. He extended his arm into his office as a welcoming,
Mahavir was the first to enter, the others followed suit.
Jason sat down at his desk, his arms folded and his head bowed, he was thinking very
deeply, from what Jon could tell. He finally looked up and gave them all a wicked smile.
“You must be members of The Dream. The last remaining religious leaders in the New York
City area,” his eyes gleamed as if he enjoyed the idea, “That is, besides myself and the
leader of the Pagans, Jessica.” He stood up and walked around the three dreamers who
were all seated. “What an,…honor… it is to have the minority religions come knocking at
my door for help,” he dragged the tips of his fingers across Jon’s sleeve as he circled the
three men, “and how ironic it is, that on normal terms, you would consider me an enemy, a
man who has committed worse then the ultimate sin,” he fell down and grabbed the back of
Mahavir’s seat and whispered in his ear, “Although, I will admit to committing quite a few of
the ultimate sins before.” He snickered and sat back down at his desk. He lay back in his
seat and folded his arms; his face became very serious all of a sudden. “So, my enemies,
what brings you here today?”
Jon leaned forward, “We plan to fight back against the government of America, and we
need your help.” Jason burst out into laughter. He laughed so hard he looked like he was
about to cry. He finally got back a hold of himself. “Ah, dreamers, you are clueless aren’t
you. We Satanists have been fighting a war for the past four months!” He fell back into
laughter again. When he regained himself and wiped a tear from his eye, he continued,
“So, I suppose you expect us to come crawling to your mercy, and help? I don’t think so, we
are doing just fine on our own.” Jason frowned hard and went back to leaning back in his
chair.
“We are not asking you to bow down to us, we are asking you to join, and help us.” Mahavir
said.
“We have a spot where you can hide, a better spot then here, in due time they will find you
in this basement, but, it will take years for them to find where we are living.” Jon added.
Jason seemed to become a little more interested. He furrowed his brow.
“A better hiding place, I see… Do you have weapons? Provisions we can use?” Jason
asked, curious.
“No, we don’t have either, we can go out and get food easily, but weapons, we can’t help
there.” Jon said, defeated. Jason smiled a curious smile and leaned forward.
“I will tell you what, the Cult of Abaddon will agree to join ranks with you, under a few
conditions,” Jon had a bad feeling that Jason was about to ask something impossible from
The Dream, “One, you get the provisions we need. Water, food, medicine. All that jazz,” he
stood up and put his right foot on top of his desk and leaned forward, “Two, you find a way
to get guns and ammunition for all of us,” he grinned, obviously thinking The Dream
couldn’t even accomplish that task, “And three, you convince Jessica’s group of Pagans to
join you.” Jason smiled the widest, most wicked smile he could. Jon crossed to shake
hands with Jason.
“Deal, but, we will need to know where Jessica is.”
Jason’s smile grew even wider, something Jon didn’t think was possible. “Well, if what I
have heard is true, Jessica and her band of Pagans are hiding somewhere underneath
Celestial Park. How they found a tunnel there, I don’t know, but that isn’t for me to worry
about, that is in your hands now.” Jason’s eyes had a wicked gleam to them. Jon felt like
this task was officially something impossible to complete. He was about to argue about
their third task, but before he could, Mahavir was hurrying them out the door.
“Thank you, Jason, leader of the Cult of Abaddon, we will meet again,” his sweet, low voice
calming Jon’s nerves a bit. When they were out of the club, Jon turned to Mahavir and
glared.
“How in God’s name are we going to find that Pagan hideout?!” Mahavir quieted Jon and
looked around to see if anyone had overheard him. Luckily, no one had. Mahavir looked
down at Jon and smiled warmly.
“Luckily for you, Jon, I know someone who used to work on the landscaping team at
Celestial Park. I wouldn’t doubt that he knows a way underneath it.” His eyes looked as if
they were laughing. Jon’s heart skipped a beat from the excitement. He embraced Mahavir,
attempting to give him a bear hug.
“Have I ever told you that you are the best, Mahavir?” Mahavir laughed heartily.
“No, Jon, you haven’t but I already knew that.” The three men walked back down Main
Street and returned to the apartment building by nightfall.
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