Gemini

Posted on Fri Feb 3rd, 2023 @ 8:26pm by Unawakened Juliette Erickson

Mission: Tales of the Unawakened
Location: Malibu, California

Protestors.

Politics was always a shit show. There was the people on top that tired to make themselves look like the best thing under the son, then there was the average joe or jane. People eeking out a miserable existance, and they always wanted the same thing; Money, Health Care, and even things for free. While Juliette was driving her car through the crowds, one group was throwing bottles at her car, the other group was throwing bottles at the former group. And no doubt her father had something to do with that.

He was a sociopath that built his fortune not on being a good lawyer, but by the ways he created new situations out of the old. Even Juliette knew how it always began. Say for example a poor old lady is hit on the freeway by a eighteen wheeler. Micheal Erickson would not be interested in the old lady's injuries. Sure that would be a part of it. He'd instead be interested in her car and the truck. Whatever he'd be able to create from it. Suddenly, he'd have the old lady sue not only the Health Care company, but the car's manufacturer, the truck's manufacturer, the driver, the company that owned the truck, and whoever else he could win from.

And when it was all said and done, Micheal Erickson would be rich, and somehow the old lady would be dead. And that is how hundreds of desperate fools are on at the gates of Micheal Erickson's lavish manor one group calling him a hero, the other group calling him Hitler. And both had their uses. Pure useful fools. No matter which way this protest went. He would find a way to use it.

Juliette walked inside the manor and walked into Sarah's room. "Why are we doing this?" She asked Sarah.

"Because in the United States. You have to be eighteen years of age or older to be worth a damn. You are sixteen, I am seventeen." Sarah noted.

"Then I say to hell with it." Sarah noted.

"You want to end up in the foster program. Good thinking, Juli."

"It's not about the money, we can hide the money. Our entire family can die tomorrow, and we'll still have money." Juli noted. "I'm worried when people realize we have money and our parents are dead. Especially the government. Everyone will want a piece of the pie. Even a cash-strapped America that has promised useless people a free cell phone if they'd just do what I saw out there. Whine about racism and point fingers. Meanwhile, the corpos that father is involved with encourage that madness because it's useful. Do we want to be a part of this? The point is for them to think we have nothing."

"Juli, we have to stick to the plan. We cannot be separated in foster families who will meddle." Sarah noted.

"I'm saying, Sarah... Let's walk away." Juli noted. "You're one year from turning Eighteen. We can do execute the plan then."

"You want to kill our parents?" Sarah said in shock.

"They will be the death of us." Juli replied back. "The old English saying comes to mind. 'If you strike the king... you must kill him.'"

"Juli... We're not killers... We don't know the first thing about killing." Sarah noted.

"Our father, and older siblings are fans of their own culture, they often hold a summer party where they talk about their 'triumphs' and have a toast." Juli noted.

"You want to kill your entire family." Sarah noted. "Just stop this Juli."

"I will do it, Sarah. Without your approval if I must. And if something goes wrong. If this plan is discovered. I'll make him believe I am dead. I will have the plan ready in two more years." Sarah noted.

"Juli... you're safer with your boarding school than you are plotting to kill your father. Just go... Leave... And come back when you're not so angry." Sarah noted.

"And you're going to be a pawn to him for the rest of your life. Just like those fools out there." Sarah didn't talk. "Enjoy your life, Sarah." Juli turned and put on her jacket and shades to leave. Usually she and Sarah had these arguments, and they always ended the same way; They'd both get angry one moment, and then the next; they'd both make up. It seemed like Sarah was the only person in her entire family that knew the plain and simple truth; they were being used. And once their usefulness had ended.

Accidents happen, and those are useful.