The Aftermath

Part Two B

in-between sequel to The Seduction

A Drake & Josh fan-fic created for the older fan (ages 18 and over)

A short story by Alison Lydon

Lead characters:

Drake Parker & Megan Parker

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. No copyright infringement is

intended.

Warning: If reading about cults (ala Manson, Koresh, Jones, etc.) disturbs you, then I

suggest you stop here at this introduction.

For the rest of you, I hope you will like it.

Rated T: Still contains mature content and some violence.

Chapter 1

Pizza Party

...at the murder scene before Megan's morning discovery in the previous story.

The chemically engineered laughter filled the room as the soul deprived man stood in the center of

the room with his arms crossed. A satisfactory smile was upon his face while he walked in front of

the kitchen window, he smiled more as he watched the blood drip and the remnants flowed into the

flour bowl, on the counter, and the floor. The shells started to open which was what he wanted to

be shown on all the news channels. They were all wearing masks incase the video leaked before its

time.

"It was so funny the way she kept running and screaming down the stairs!" Butterfly did the

stabbing motion with her hands.

"Walter! Josh! Help me!!" Hydrangea joined in to mimic Audrey's horrific last moments.

Cameron turned his body around to watch his children re-enact the evening.

"HELP ME!" Panther fell to the floor as Jaguar softly covered his mouth and pretended to stab

him.

Firefly was not in the room and Cameron was very interested to see what his reactions would be.

"DIE! BITCH! DIE!" He instinctively held Panther's legs.

The laughter was glorious.

"And the weatherman!" Panther rose up as all of them walked over to the chair where Walter was

posed in.

"Leave my house you son of a bitch!" Jaguar giggled.

"Now he can watch golf all the time!" Hydrangea added

"Don't forget brother…." Cameron whispered

"He has to go to school tomorrow and conform!" Panther focused on the blood that continued to

come out of his body while he laughed into the air.

"It was so fucking funny! He peed his pants!"

"I did that when I was like three!" Butterfly retorted

"I know we had a FUN time tonight, my children, but we have to get going. How about we go out

for pizza?"

"Pizza? I love pizza…!" Firefly, like all the others, was led out of the camera view by their master.

Their masks removed and piled into the van as they continued to laugh and mock the very person

they slaughtered while praising the love and light that was Cameron DePalma.

Cameron drove and thought of what other limits could be pushed this evening. Their faux euphoria

would be coming to an end in a few hours. He had to make use of what was left before they took

their daily "vitamins".

"My children I'm absolutely tickled that you had a ball tonight. However, we can not talk about it

in the pizza place and call me Cameron in public."

His mind thinking of the next step, he looked into the rearview mirror and saw his flock amused.

Yes, Panther and Jaguar, they were the strongest men in the group and this establishment had no

other patrons in it. It could work. He was Jesus so it would come to fruition. Would he be copying

by trying to pin the crime on the minority server? No, their plan was flawed and the iconic twisted

brain who masterminded those killings was not the genius that Cameron knew he was.

"I don't want to spoil the fun, but, Panther and Jaguar, I need you to come with me, while the rest

of you stay in the van."

"What about our pizza?" Firefly asked like a denied toddler while the laughter rose to a fever pitch

thanks to Hydrangea and Butterfly taking turns playing "Audrey".

"You'll get it shortly."

Cameron gently told the boys that they could continue to have fun but they had to do it quietly as

they were in an outside parking lot.

"Find a way to dismantle the security cameras."

"Will we get our pizza?" Panther asked in the same vein as Firefly.

"Of course you will, tonight we celebrate the liberation of the suburban American family…."

The waiter couldn't believe he had to serve a bunch of these giggling morons. They had to be

hopped up on some crazy shit to be carrying on as if in a punch line that never ended. All he

wanted to do was to go home to his wife and three month old baby.

Those kids were laughing over nothing and shoving pizza in their mouths as if they hadn't eaten in

days while the older man just watched with his arms crossed.

"Cameron," Panther stopped laughing, "He keeps staring at us!" He whispered to the group.

"Who is?"

Jaguar whispered a racial slur.

"I'll take care of this, children."

The jubilance as predicted was starting to wane, but the supplements that he supplied to Panther

and Jaguar in the parking lot were starting to hit the wax phase.

"Do you have a problem with us, Sir?"

How the man wanted to tell this guy off. What a pompous asshole, but he didn't want to get fired

as his manager looked at the security logs every morning.

"No, but the sign above you clearly says: Patrons have thirty-five minutes to eat their food and

you've been here for an hour."

"He's denying our Lord!" Panther whispered

"He's hurting Cameron! What are we going to do?" Firefly asked as he held Butterfly and

Hydrangea's hands.

Cameron walked away. "I fear for our safety," he said in a hushed tone as soon as the server went

in the backroom, "We need to go home. I will administer your nighttime "vitamins" in the car." He

tapped his fist on the table to indicate the earlier planned signal that Panther and Jaguar were to

stay behind.

Out of his jacket pocket he took a plastic bag and let it fall to the floor. Inside it were some small

items from the Nichols-Parker house. Josh's UCLA student ID, a blood stained bangle bracelet

from Audrey, and Walter's car key on the dangling pineapple keychain.

Later into the next morning:

After the weak were medicated once more and tucked into their locked bedroom doors. Cameron

stood in the center of the room his hands in the prayed position where he waited for Jaguar and

Panther to come through the door.

"It is done, Lord Cameron." Panther said

"Is there anything else you need, my Lord?" Jaguar asked

On most days through the drugs they were responsible enough to self-medicate.

"That will be all. I will check on you in a few minutes." All he had to do was lock their doors.

Cameron opened up the case that contained his audio and video for the evening and took out the

tape recorder. "We saved the children by ridding the world of its sin. You hypocrites in the

media will spend months, maybe even years on this story and my brilliance. You will act like

those that we saved were the victims and we were wrong to take action. I'm calling you on

your bullshit. When there are other things you can be spreading like the gospel. As it states

in Philippians 4:8: Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever, is

right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any

excellence and if anything worthy of praise, let your mind dwell on these things. The tape ran

out as the last word was said. He took it out and threw it in a random drawer. Good luck he

thought to the person who had to find all of these unmarked tapes and try to put them in

chronological order! He wanted to prepare of a cup of his favorite hazelnut coffee while he soaked

in a hot bath, but before that, he saw five belts of varied sizes that were hung on the hook next to

the wall by the kitchen entrance. As it was written in HIS book, a quote from Proverbs 13-24 in

the King James Version:

He that spareth his rod hateth his son.

His eyes grew ominous as he scooped all of the belts off the individual hooks with one hand. It was

his turn to save the children with only the attention, love, and care that their Lord, their only savior

who would lead them to the pathway to Heaven, could give them.

It was far from over.