***Outside of the Cine-Master Box Office***
Doug grabbed the tickets happily, his eyes wobbling as they held back a few tears of joy, he clutched the tickets to his heart, he was the FIRST person to buy tickets to the show, excitedly he galloped to the theatre, leaving Jonny to pick up some popcorn, soda and candy from the confection stands.
Jonny just rolled his eyes; just thankful he grabbed the peppers before the feature. He walked into the near empty theatre, swearing to himself as he spotted his grandfather in the absolute front of the theatre didn't he know that the middle has the best sound and view of the screen, though he didn't really care about the quality of the feature. "We're the only ones here, grandpa." He managed to cut himself off before he added, 'because this movie sucks.' He thought, "Grandpa, you know, I've always heard the middle is the best place to sit for sound and picture."
"But I don't want anyone's head in front of me."
"I really don't think that'll be a problem grandpa." Jonny cut himself off again; again preventing him to elaborate on how much the said movie sucks.
"A'right. If that makes you happy, we'll move to the middle, but only because I don't want to hear you yapping the whole way through the movie about the quality."
Jonny thought to himself angrily, 'If I thought I had the option of bitching about the entire LACK of quality this movie is destined to have.' he smiled, "Sure thing Grandpa."
Another 14 people slowly diffused into the theatre. Jonny sighed, 'Are they just PAYING people to watch this crap now?'
A bald man, who obviously shaved his head, with a tall cowboy hat sat two rows in front of Doug and Jonny, more exactly the seat in front of Doug's line of viewing. He swore under his breath. Jonny gulped. He began humming the 'Jonny Quest, you're a dead man' theme song, which Jonny, coincidentally knew by heart.
Three teenaged girls sat directly behind Jonny and off to his right, all of them staring at him with ogling eyes. An elder woman with her grandson sat two seats away from another bald man, though he looked to have lost his hair with age, in the front of the theatre in Doug's old seat. Four men, in their late twenties to early thirties sat in the back of the theatre, three other people sat in miscellaneous areas of the theatre, close to the exits. Jonny laughed to himself, 'The only rush to get out THIS place will be if they actually PLAY the movie.' He smirked as he glanced around, locating the exits as per the instructions in the opening to the movie.
One of the teenaged girls stroked the back of Jonny's hair, making him feel particularly uncomfortable. He looked to his grandfather in hopes to switch. "Grandpa, you can sit here so you can see better, if you want."
Doug contemplated, before jumping on the offer, "Are you sure you're not going to mind losing some of the picture.?"
"Oh, don't even WORRY about that, I was the one who asked to switch seats anyway." Jonny said, adding all the while, 'I don't think it's possible to miss something you want to ignore altogether.'
***Three Hours and Five Minutes into the Movie***
Jonny grabbed at his sleeves, the psychological torture all but showing. 'Dinosaurs. dancing. proclaiming love. paleontologists. having. lewd innuendo. about bones. when will the suffering END?!' Jonny then added to himself, 'Dad, you bastard, you counted on this didn't you. this agony. you would, you're smart enough to predict grandpa's total hate in you and lack of conviction to hold me to your laws.'
***Three Hours and Seven Minutes into the Movie, Closing Credits***
Ezekiel Rage stormed into the near empty theatre, only 11 people remained, aside from him. The older woman, her grandson, the bald man in the front, the bald man with the cowboy hat on, the four men in the back, one of the teenaged girls who were hitting on Jonny shamelessly throughout the movie, grandpa Doug and Jonny.
"ALL SHALL FEAR THE BOOK OF RAGE! MINIONS! Grab Sariel!"
Jonny quirked his brow, 'Sariel. who the hell.'
Doug turned at the skeleton of a man without fear and screamed, "QUIET! YOU'RE MAKING ME MISS THE CLOSING CREDITS!"
Zeke recoiled, shrinking into himself momentarily. He then barked loudly, "How DARE YOU question the Book of RAGE!" He growled.
Doug snarled, "Don't MAKE me go over there, sonny. You aren't going to like it if I do."
Tired of being threatened, Zeke drew a gun and aimed it at the woman and child sitting in the front, "Quiet you insolent whelp. Minions, collect the boy, the time of judgment will soon be at hand! SO SAYETH THE BOOK." He paused dramatically, "OF RAGE!"
Jonny looked around, "What boy. who the hell would name a kid Sariel?!"
The minions surrounded Doug and Jonny, going into the rows in front and behind them as well as charging from the sides, the other minions surrounded the three exits, making sure there was no possible escape from the positions they occupied.
The girl that had been running her fingers through Jonny's hair quickly turned cold and ugly as she aimed her gun at the old man. "If you do as our honored prophet Rage says, I'll let your grandfather live."
Jonny's eyes shrank. "You. you're a minion of Rage.?" He glared violently at her, almost hurt, "SO YOU MADE ME SIT THROUGH THAT ENTIRE GOD FORSAKEN FOREIGN FILM JUST TO KIDNAP ME AFTERWARDS?! Oh that is EVIL Rage- cage, even for YOU!"
Doug looked at Jonny, very hurt, "I thought you LIKED the movie."
Jonny glanced at him, then to the gun and minion, then back to him, "Wait. you are kidding right? You're actually hurt. AT A TIME LIKE THIS?! GRANDPA! They're TRYING to KIDNAP ME right now. I think you need to prioritize."
"What about it didn't you like?" Doug asked, as if wanting a full critique.
Jonny practically fell to the floor. "GRANDPA! Did you even listen?" his voice growing quiet after the initial shock. 'What, does he want to get rid of me now too? AGAIN do I really think that way-- What-am-I-doing wait a SECOND, I'm about to get kidnapped by Ezekiel RAGE I think I should concentrate at the task at hand, not my feelings of inadequacy.' Jonny just shook his head, to clear out the thoughts as they piled up. '.Concentrate on getting kidnapped? What is wrong with me? I think I stabbed my brain with a q-tip once too many.' Jonny's thoughts continued to wander, until the teen-bopper minion of Rage encroached him.
"Well? What is it, do I shoot him or do you come willingly?"
Jonny looked at her, "Hold on a minute. I'm thinking, I'm thinking." He said, looking to his Grandpa as if to explain to him that he is stalling, not seriously contemplating getting his grandfather shot.
Doug gave him a stern look, "Jonny, I'm WAITING."
Jonny glared at him, "MAN! DO YOU HAVE ANY SENSE OF TIMING?! We'll talk about this in the CAR on our way to the police or to the ranch, you know once I get us OUT OF THIS."
The teen-bopper rage-cage minion finally lost her patience and fired a round into the air. "I'm not waiting any longer, come here NOW or I shoot HIM, and HE--" She pointed to the bald man standing next to the grandmother and grandson, "--will shoot THEM."
Jonny gulped, since when did Ezekiel RAGE kidnap people. who weren't scientists or Jessie? He narrowed his eyes, curious to see what the man was planning. "Fine!" Jonny spat, slightly frustrated, "I'm coming, I'm coming. But at least knock me out so I have some sense of pride. and not YOU! I don't want you groping my head the entire car ride- wherever we're going to." He pointed at the teenager sternly.
She lipped what he was saying, mimicking him in a less than flattering way, "And I thought you were CUTE too. Jerk!"
Jonny rolled his eyes. The bald man, obeying his command threw the butt of his pistol into Jonny's temple.
Doug screamed as Jonny fell to the ground, he reached towards his grandson, "JONNY!" Too late, three of the minions had him in their clutches and were already half-way out of the theatre, the other minions slowly filing out through the rear exits, keeping their guns trained on the remaining three people who stood there shocked.
***Two Minutes Later, Approximately 1:00 AM EST, in Portland, Maine***
Benton lifted the cordless phone from its receiver, cradling it in his hands as he tried to find some method of silencing it. He finally found the elusive 'TALK' button, and slowly brought it up to his ear. "Hell. lo. do you have any idea what time it is here.?" Benton asked, sleepily.
Doug's charged voice immediately shook Benton into his defensive position, fully awake. "What? What did the boy break. what needs replacing. Let me talk to him--" He listened to the old man for a moment, "WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT THERE?! Where's my SON Doug?" Again, the love in Benton's voice as he said the elder man's name was riveting.
Benton sank into his bed, after just prior standing so to reach the phone. "What do you MEAN he was taken. from the RANCH?" He asked, completely confused and in the dark.
"No, you idiot, I already TOLD YOU, I took him into town to pick up some ingredients for my chili, we drove by the cinema and I decided to take him to a movie, THAT is where we were ambushed."
He glared into the phone, like shooting needles at Doug, if only he could, "You mean you went deliberately outside of my authority, took my son to a movie to spite me, and THEN managed to get him KIDNAPPED?! What in the HELL did you do, put a: 'Hi, my dad's a MULTI-BILLIONAIRE' sign around his NECK?!"
Doug growled, he hated it when Benton was almost right, even if it was because they. he couldn't even let himself think it without a cringe. AGREED. Doug's eyes narrowed with ire. "Well, I don't quite know if they stalked us into town or just got lucky, but, I can tell you this now, it's not just some run-of-the-mill kidnapper you're dealing with. Jonny seemed to know him, called him Rage-Cage."
Benton's eyes grew out of proportion to his head, "YOU MEAN HE WAS KIDNAPPED BY EZEKIEL RAGE?! You goddamn. God DAMN IT Doug! This is entirely your FAULT! You KNEW he needed to be in a secure area." Benton glared at what he only hoped to be a straight line to where Doug was calling from, "God damn it Doug." He held his head, collecting himself, "I'll be out there in 8 hours, meet me at the fucking air port, and bring the police AND FBI with you." He scowled as he hung up before Doug could protest his decree.
Doug flung the payphone into the receiver and flung the phonebook across the theatre floor. "God damned egotistical BASTARD!"
"That self-centered BASTARD!" Benton complained as he searched for his light and walked towards Race's door to inform him to prep the jet. As he walked towards Race's room he dialed Phil Korvin and prepared to have Race contact Col. Bennett, getting the pulse of the situation from I1.
(Status _ Part Three: Congregation _ Completed.)
Doug grabbed the tickets happily, his eyes wobbling as they held back a few tears of joy, he clutched the tickets to his heart, he was the FIRST person to buy tickets to the show, excitedly he galloped to the theatre, leaving Jonny to pick up some popcorn, soda and candy from the confection stands.
Jonny just rolled his eyes; just thankful he grabbed the peppers before the feature. He walked into the near empty theatre, swearing to himself as he spotted his grandfather in the absolute front of the theatre didn't he know that the middle has the best sound and view of the screen, though he didn't really care about the quality of the feature. "We're the only ones here, grandpa." He managed to cut himself off before he added, 'because this movie sucks.' He thought, "Grandpa, you know, I've always heard the middle is the best place to sit for sound and picture."
"But I don't want anyone's head in front of me."
"I really don't think that'll be a problem grandpa." Jonny cut himself off again; again preventing him to elaborate on how much the said movie sucks.
"A'right. If that makes you happy, we'll move to the middle, but only because I don't want to hear you yapping the whole way through the movie about the quality."
Jonny thought to himself angrily, 'If I thought I had the option of bitching about the entire LACK of quality this movie is destined to have.' he smiled, "Sure thing Grandpa."
Another 14 people slowly diffused into the theatre. Jonny sighed, 'Are they just PAYING people to watch this crap now?'
A bald man, who obviously shaved his head, with a tall cowboy hat sat two rows in front of Doug and Jonny, more exactly the seat in front of Doug's line of viewing. He swore under his breath. Jonny gulped. He began humming the 'Jonny Quest, you're a dead man' theme song, which Jonny, coincidentally knew by heart.
Three teenaged girls sat directly behind Jonny and off to his right, all of them staring at him with ogling eyes. An elder woman with her grandson sat two seats away from another bald man, though he looked to have lost his hair with age, in the front of the theatre in Doug's old seat. Four men, in their late twenties to early thirties sat in the back of the theatre, three other people sat in miscellaneous areas of the theatre, close to the exits. Jonny laughed to himself, 'The only rush to get out THIS place will be if they actually PLAY the movie.' He smirked as he glanced around, locating the exits as per the instructions in the opening to the movie.
One of the teenaged girls stroked the back of Jonny's hair, making him feel particularly uncomfortable. He looked to his grandfather in hopes to switch. "Grandpa, you can sit here so you can see better, if you want."
Doug contemplated, before jumping on the offer, "Are you sure you're not going to mind losing some of the picture.?"
"Oh, don't even WORRY about that, I was the one who asked to switch seats anyway." Jonny said, adding all the while, 'I don't think it's possible to miss something you want to ignore altogether.'
***Three Hours and Five Minutes into the Movie***
Jonny grabbed at his sleeves, the psychological torture all but showing. 'Dinosaurs. dancing. proclaiming love. paleontologists. having. lewd innuendo. about bones. when will the suffering END?!' Jonny then added to himself, 'Dad, you bastard, you counted on this didn't you. this agony. you would, you're smart enough to predict grandpa's total hate in you and lack of conviction to hold me to your laws.'
***Three Hours and Seven Minutes into the Movie, Closing Credits***
Ezekiel Rage stormed into the near empty theatre, only 11 people remained, aside from him. The older woman, her grandson, the bald man in the front, the bald man with the cowboy hat on, the four men in the back, one of the teenaged girls who were hitting on Jonny shamelessly throughout the movie, grandpa Doug and Jonny.
"ALL SHALL FEAR THE BOOK OF RAGE! MINIONS! Grab Sariel!"
Jonny quirked his brow, 'Sariel. who the hell.'
Doug turned at the skeleton of a man without fear and screamed, "QUIET! YOU'RE MAKING ME MISS THE CLOSING CREDITS!"
Zeke recoiled, shrinking into himself momentarily. He then barked loudly, "How DARE YOU question the Book of RAGE!" He growled.
Doug snarled, "Don't MAKE me go over there, sonny. You aren't going to like it if I do."
Tired of being threatened, Zeke drew a gun and aimed it at the woman and child sitting in the front, "Quiet you insolent whelp. Minions, collect the boy, the time of judgment will soon be at hand! SO SAYETH THE BOOK." He paused dramatically, "OF RAGE!"
Jonny looked around, "What boy. who the hell would name a kid Sariel?!"
The minions surrounded Doug and Jonny, going into the rows in front and behind them as well as charging from the sides, the other minions surrounded the three exits, making sure there was no possible escape from the positions they occupied.
The girl that had been running her fingers through Jonny's hair quickly turned cold and ugly as she aimed her gun at the old man. "If you do as our honored prophet Rage says, I'll let your grandfather live."
Jonny's eyes shrank. "You. you're a minion of Rage.?" He glared violently at her, almost hurt, "SO YOU MADE ME SIT THROUGH THAT ENTIRE GOD FORSAKEN FOREIGN FILM JUST TO KIDNAP ME AFTERWARDS?! Oh that is EVIL Rage- cage, even for YOU!"
Doug looked at Jonny, very hurt, "I thought you LIKED the movie."
Jonny glanced at him, then to the gun and minion, then back to him, "Wait. you are kidding right? You're actually hurt. AT A TIME LIKE THIS?! GRANDPA! They're TRYING to KIDNAP ME right now. I think you need to prioritize."
"What about it didn't you like?" Doug asked, as if wanting a full critique.
Jonny practically fell to the floor. "GRANDPA! Did you even listen?" his voice growing quiet after the initial shock. 'What, does he want to get rid of me now too? AGAIN do I really think that way-- What-am-I-doing wait a SECOND, I'm about to get kidnapped by Ezekiel RAGE I think I should concentrate at the task at hand, not my feelings of inadequacy.' Jonny just shook his head, to clear out the thoughts as they piled up. '.Concentrate on getting kidnapped? What is wrong with me? I think I stabbed my brain with a q-tip once too many.' Jonny's thoughts continued to wander, until the teen-bopper minion of Rage encroached him.
"Well? What is it, do I shoot him or do you come willingly?"
Jonny looked at her, "Hold on a minute. I'm thinking, I'm thinking." He said, looking to his Grandpa as if to explain to him that he is stalling, not seriously contemplating getting his grandfather shot.
Doug gave him a stern look, "Jonny, I'm WAITING."
Jonny glared at him, "MAN! DO YOU HAVE ANY SENSE OF TIMING?! We'll talk about this in the CAR on our way to the police or to the ranch, you know once I get us OUT OF THIS."
The teen-bopper rage-cage minion finally lost her patience and fired a round into the air. "I'm not waiting any longer, come here NOW or I shoot HIM, and HE--" She pointed to the bald man standing next to the grandmother and grandson, "--will shoot THEM."
Jonny gulped, since when did Ezekiel RAGE kidnap people. who weren't scientists or Jessie? He narrowed his eyes, curious to see what the man was planning. "Fine!" Jonny spat, slightly frustrated, "I'm coming, I'm coming. But at least knock me out so I have some sense of pride. and not YOU! I don't want you groping my head the entire car ride- wherever we're going to." He pointed at the teenager sternly.
She lipped what he was saying, mimicking him in a less than flattering way, "And I thought you were CUTE too. Jerk!"
Jonny rolled his eyes. The bald man, obeying his command threw the butt of his pistol into Jonny's temple.
Doug screamed as Jonny fell to the ground, he reached towards his grandson, "JONNY!" Too late, three of the minions had him in their clutches and were already half-way out of the theatre, the other minions slowly filing out through the rear exits, keeping their guns trained on the remaining three people who stood there shocked.
***Two Minutes Later, Approximately 1:00 AM EST, in Portland, Maine***
Benton lifted the cordless phone from its receiver, cradling it in his hands as he tried to find some method of silencing it. He finally found the elusive 'TALK' button, and slowly brought it up to his ear. "Hell. lo. do you have any idea what time it is here.?" Benton asked, sleepily.
Doug's charged voice immediately shook Benton into his defensive position, fully awake. "What? What did the boy break. what needs replacing. Let me talk to him--" He listened to the old man for a moment, "WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT THERE?! Where's my SON Doug?" Again, the love in Benton's voice as he said the elder man's name was riveting.
Benton sank into his bed, after just prior standing so to reach the phone. "What do you MEAN he was taken. from the RANCH?" He asked, completely confused and in the dark.
"No, you idiot, I already TOLD YOU, I took him into town to pick up some ingredients for my chili, we drove by the cinema and I decided to take him to a movie, THAT is where we were ambushed."
He glared into the phone, like shooting needles at Doug, if only he could, "You mean you went deliberately outside of my authority, took my son to a movie to spite me, and THEN managed to get him KIDNAPPED?! What in the HELL did you do, put a: 'Hi, my dad's a MULTI-BILLIONAIRE' sign around his NECK?!"
Doug growled, he hated it when Benton was almost right, even if it was because they. he couldn't even let himself think it without a cringe. AGREED. Doug's eyes narrowed with ire. "Well, I don't quite know if they stalked us into town or just got lucky, but, I can tell you this now, it's not just some run-of-the-mill kidnapper you're dealing with. Jonny seemed to know him, called him Rage-Cage."
Benton's eyes grew out of proportion to his head, "YOU MEAN HE WAS KIDNAPPED BY EZEKIEL RAGE?! You goddamn. God DAMN IT Doug! This is entirely your FAULT! You KNEW he needed to be in a secure area." Benton glared at what he only hoped to be a straight line to where Doug was calling from, "God damn it Doug." He held his head, collecting himself, "I'll be out there in 8 hours, meet me at the fucking air port, and bring the police AND FBI with you." He scowled as he hung up before Doug could protest his decree.
Doug flung the payphone into the receiver and flung the phonebook across the theatre floor. "God damned egotistical BASTARD!"
"That self-centered BASTARD!" Benton complained as he searched for his light and walked towards Race's door to inform him to prep the jet. As he walked towards Race's room he dialed Phil Korvin and prepared to have Race contact Col. Bennett, getting the pulse of the situation from I1.
(Status _ Part Three: Congregation _ Completed.)