Chapter 9

Revelations

...two months later

How could those insipid suburban sinners think he would not be aware of their plans to find

their son? It wasn't the first time. Why poor little Barbara Jean Hopkins' parents were suddenly

worried that their sweet little girl, the same one they had been ignoring since her sister Edina

was born, had suddenly vanished.

This had to be the work of Audrey Parker-Nichols. Another hyphenated phony female. He

was beginning to hate that despicable excuse for a woman each and every day.

Cameron's number was just as unlisted and there was nothing about him on Google. Not yet,

anyway, he smiled as he drank his hazelnut coffee in his lush attic bedroom.

He too had a recliner, but it was soft and supple black leather not the middle class loathing

La-Z-Boy that Walter owned. You know, the big boys chair.

Cameron picked up his tape recorder and spoke, "Here is yet another unmarked tape for the

masses. Now that my flock of children is in place, WE WILL be

giving you something to write about."

Walter was home going through a stack of papers that he had just printed out. Both he and

Audrey were on the tail end of taking time off from their respective jobs in the attempt to get

their son back. His leave was paid, Audrey's wasn't, she didn't want to return to work until their

son was back with them.

"I made you another cup of coffee," Audrey kissed her husband on the cheek.

"Thank you, dear. There is absolutely nothing on the internet

about Cameron DePalma. The few people we have confided in have never even heard of the

guy."

"It's a start-up cult. This psychotic prick has covered his tracks." Audrey sighed

"We're going to find our son; Don't you worry about that."

Walter was not about to let anyone in this family give up.

There was nothing the police could do. Drake was 18 years old and he left on his own free will.

Although their term of the use "free will" left a lot to be desired in the eyes of the Parker-

Nichols family.

"If only I..." Audrey was doing her best not to break out in hysterical sobs every ten minutes,

but that was her baby, and she felt entitled to cry.

"This is not your fault," Walter got up to hug his wife, "This is no one's fault."

"I love him so. I just want him back with us."

"Me too."

Josh came in through the back door. He wanted to put his education on hold, but both his

parents were adamant that he not give up his studies.

He opened up the refrigerator to take out a diet Mocha Cola and all his mind could flash to was

the time they celebrated with pudding and when they went

on a taco run at three in the morning because Drake didn't have his driver's license and was

manipulating Josh because he was there when his brother got

a "pretty little traffic ticket" it was all Josh could do to keep himself from crying as well.

He thought about taking out his cell phone and calling Mindy, his now long distance girlfriend,

to get his daily vent out of the way. Mindy was also on a full-scholarship at Harvard majoring in

Economics.

Mindy was sending him and the rest of the family many articles on cults. She didn't want to

worry them, but time was of the essence.

The longer Drake stayed in Cameron DePalma's cult the worse the outcome for all involved

was going to be.

It was the first time that she felt sincere sorrow over her boyfriend's brother.

Damn.

It was her voice mail.

"Mindy, I couldn't wait any longer I had to give you a call, Mom and Dad are in the living room

crying and hugging. I don't know what we are going to do.

Thank you for the recent articles on mind control. I hope we can get Drake back in time. I love

him, Mindy. I love him with all my heart. I'll talk to you later, Hon. Love you, Bye."

Josh decided to sit on the back porch for awhile before joining his parents.

He hoped this whole ordeal would not break their tight family unit.

1:45 a.m.

Cameron babbled for a good hour on more of his microcassettes of how he was about to

improve on already established idea, "I am the true Messiah, the

false prophets that came before me didn't know how to spell their plan let alone rule the

world."

He internally smiled seeing his flock on the sofa looking straight out in "happy" (i.e. blank)

gazes.

"Rise up, my children."

"Yes, Lord Cameron."

"The woman who lives two houses down need to be saved. We have the almighty power to save

her. Get on your knees for the blessing."

Cameron went to his flock and put his palm on their heads.

"We love and worship you, Lord Cameron. You are the love. You are the light."

They all waited in single file by the door.

"My children you are to each take a black sack off the kitchen table. Then go downstairs in the

basement and wait for me."

"Yes, Lord Cameron."

Tonight the media gets its first taste of the Church of Cameron DePalma, let's start it off slow,

he told his flock during the evening meal.

Before Cameron went downstairs to take his SONS and DAUGHTERS to their mission he

took a dry erase marker off the holder and proceeded to write on the white board.

Love and Light

Amen

Signed Lord Cameron, Jesus Christ, The Messiah