Chapter 4
Alvin and John stared at the side of John's black house. Written on the side of it, in blue paint, read: "Ur gonna burn in hell ya faggot Satanist! - Evangelist X".
Alvin sneered.
"Aren't you going to report this?"
"What's the point, Alvin...The cops aren't going to do a single thing."
"But maybe they left fingerprints on the house!"
"And what if they did? I've reported it before when they did, and the cops claimed to have "lost the evidence". They're not going to do a goddamn thing."
"...How could they do that? It's their job to do something!"
John sighed sadly.
"Unfortunately, Alvin...If they're going to get criticism for it, not many people will do the right thing."
"...Would you?"
"Of course I would...And I know you would, too."
"...Well, what do we do now?"
"...Since the police wouldn't do anything, I'm going to do it all by myself. Come on, Alvin...I've got my own way to get justice."
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"What are we going to do, John?"
John inserted the fingerprints into the computer scanner. He'd dusted for fingerprints, and luckily, he'd gotten some.
"We're going to hack into police files to find a match. When we do, we'll have the person who did it."
"Can you really get into police files?"
John grinned.
"I just did."
Alvin's eyes widened, and he looked closely at the screen.
"Aren't they going to detect us?"
"Of course they are...In about five minutes. All we have to do is search these fingerprints into the system, and we'll have plenty of time to get a name and picture."
"...How long will it take?"
John grinned even wider.
"Done. I'm printing information on..."Tom Sanders" right now. And now, to exit the system just like we were never even there..."
John typed and clicked a few times (Alvin wasn't really paying attention) and he was out of the system in less than a minute. He picked up the information from the printer, and got up. He looked seriously at Alvin.
"Come on, Alvin...I'm going to teach you how to perform a Destruction Ritual..."
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Draconus666's Note: Once again, we're too lazy to put this Ritual into story form, so we're just going to insert this in it's original form. WARNING: Beginners who have no experience with black magic, DO NOT DO THIS!!! You will not be able to control it, and it could be devastating to you. I'm literally begging you...DO NOT DO THIS. ONLY EXPERIENCED PEOPLE DO THIS. For those who have favorited this fanfic and are reading this, I'm talking to you: I'm worrying for your safety here. That goes for anyone else reading this, as well. PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS!!!
Draconus666's New Note: I have decided to not post a Destruction Ritual in this story. I simply could not stand it if some moron did it and hurt themselves. I apologize to the responsible readers of this story; it will greatly shorten the chapter.
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Alvin grinned excitedly. Not only had he just learned how to perform a Destruction Ritual, but they'd also gotten revenge against Tom Sanders. He grinned at John.
"What now, John?"
"We wait, Alvin...We wait."
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They waited for a month and a half, and then they saw the newspaper. One of the articles was of a horrible car crash that had severely injured a person...Tom Sanders. They grinned when they read that he'd been permenantly paralyzed from the waist-down. Then, Alvin slowly grew a little guilty. He looked at John.
"Did we really have to do that, John?"
"He's done more than graffiti, Alvin. Two years ago, he poisoned my dog. A year ago, he broke into and tore up my house, and he poisoned my next two dogs. This was one of the most tame things he did."
"How do you know he did all those things?"
"I know how to get fingerprints, Alvin. He didn't bother to wear gloves on my dog's waterbowl, in my house, or when spraypainting my house numerous times."
"I didn't know that...Now I know he got what he deserved."
John nodded.
"Of course he did, Alvin...He was a pathetic little loser who was too afraid to face me himself."
For the first time in his life, Alvin felt extreme anger towards a person.
"...People like that make me sick. In my opinion, cowards like that shouldn't be allowed to live. They are a disgrace to all of humanity."
John looked over at him, and grinned.
"But you're a Chipmunk..."
"Oh...Well, they are a disgrace to all of humanity...And Chipmunks."
John's grin grew even wider.
"Alvin, I do believe that you are on your way to becoming a great LaVeyan Satanist..."