I'm sorry if so far this story doesn't have enough Kim and Ron stuff, but this is going to be a long story. So I have to layout the characters first. So bear with me folks it's only going to get better. You'll get plenty of Kim and Ron soon.
New York City
Daniel Graham glanced at his watch, as he walked through the busy streets of Manhattan. He was a few minutes early for his appointment, he smiled, and it was the perfect opportunity to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city. This wasn't his first trip to New York, and it wouldn't be the last. It was a perfect place for someone like him. He had always thought of himself as an observer of life. In this city he enjoyed just sitting down and watching the lives of others. He separated himself from the world as if he was observing a reality T.V show that was made just for him. The lives of others fascinated him more than his own, he watched as the people passed by in slow motion before his eyes. Sitting on a street bench, he pulled out the headphones to his MP3 player, adding music to the mix further separated him from reality, creating a surreal mix of sounds, colors, shapes, and faces blending together in his mind.
Just as he began to enjoy himself a limousine pulled up to the curb in front of him.
"Just in time" he muttered under his breath, "didn't even get a chance to talk to any girls."
He opened the door to the limo and entered, he found himself sitting across from two older gentlemen. The two men wore clothing similar to Catholic Cardinals except that theirs clothes were completely dark, not a dash of additional coloring could be found on either of them. They both wore golden chains with a small cross dangling from the end.
The older of the two, carried a stern look on his face. He had the look of a man who hadn't laughed in years, his life was all about the business at hand, and today was no different. The second man had nothing but a tired look on his face.
"So, what are we up to tonight gentleman?" said Daniel looking at the two.
"Where is your cross boy?" Asked the older man.
Daniel sighed; reached towards his collar, and pulled out his chain from underneath his shirt.
"I take it we're not going clubbing tonight?" He asked after several seconds of silence from the two men.
"Daniel please apologize to the Minister Moriales, for addressing him in such a manner" the tired old man managed to force out.
Daniel gazed at the man, he felt the urge to do the complete opposite but something about the old man eyes, kept Daniel from doing so. Those eyes had always kept him on a short leash.
"I'm sorry Minister, if I had shown any sign of disrespect."
A scowl crept to Moriales's bearded face as he stared at Daniel; he handed a newspaper to the man sitting next to him.
"Father Benedict, please inform Mister Graham on the conversation we've just had."
Father Benedict began to leaf through paper, stopped on a particular page, and picked up a small shot glass, of which he quickly consumed its contents.
"Should a priest be drinking like that?" Remarked Daniel.
"Daniel my boy" Benedict began "how did your mission go today?"
Daniel looked out of his window, ignoring the question "wow check out these two beauties, wouldn't mind some of that."
"Daniel"
"Yes Father Benedict" replied Daniel rubbing his eyes with his index and middle fingers.
"Your mission did it go well?"
Daniel sighed again, he knew where this conversation was going, he had prepared for it, and there was no reason to keep avoiding it.
"Yes the mission went well, everything went according to plan. I was in and out in a few minutes and no one saw me."
"And what were the objectives of your mission Daniel?"
"To eliminate the pagans."
"Did you eliminate them Daniel?"
"Yes, I believe I did."
Benedict handed Daniel the newspaper, Daniel accepted it and began to read, while keeping an eye on the scowling Moriales. The newspaper featured an article about a gang shooting in the Bronx.
"Gang shooting" Daniel thought in his mind, although he detested having his jobs blamed on innocent people, he knew he didn't have a say in the matter.
"So what, like I said the mission went along without a hitch," Daniel said as he handed the newspaper back to Benedict.
Benedict brushed it off, "continue to read son, especially the last sentence of the third paragraph. In fact read that sentence out loud."
Daniel pulled the newspaper back and started to read " miraculously the only survivors of the shooting, were three young children, ages five, eight, ten and thirteen."
"Can you tell me the summary of your mission again Daniel?" Asked Moriales
Daniel wished they wouldn't beat around the bush like this. He knew why they were angry, but he would continue to play along.
"The mission was a preemptive strike, our intelligence had suspected the targets were planning attacks on churches around the country. So they could reveal the fallibility of the church and show the world their true power. My job was to eliminate them before they had the chance. As instructed I eliminated all those I saw as a threat."
"That was not you job, you were supposed to eliminate them all" the Minister replied.
"So what I'm a child killer now?"
"Those agnostic children have been tainted by their parents, you should have done your job."
"They were children Minister, they should not be punished because of their families' sins," said Daniel brushing off Moriales's scolding.
"Yes they were children, children who may grow up wanting revenge."
"But the paper said it was a gang shooting" Daniel replied
"So, then they will spend their lives seeking revenge on people who don't exist."
"But I..." Daniel stammered, for one of the few times in his life, he didn't have a quick comeback.
"And what if they choose to continue their parents' legacy, those children would have been better off dead."
"Everyone deserves a second chance" said Daniel softly.
Why didn't you as you were told, you are member of the Templar Knights, do you know how many times you have disgraced yourself like this? You are skilled sweeper, but you are losing favor with our superiors" said a heated Moriales.
"If you've forgotten, my name is Daniel."
"What is that supposed to mean"? Asked Moriales.
"If I may interrupt Minister" Father Benedict piped up "the Biblical name of Daniel means God is my judge."
Moriales turned bright red "that may be, but while you're alive and a Templar Knight, you answer to me. And take off those damn headphones, while I'm talking to you."
"Oh" said Daniel "I thought we were done Minister."
"You are a too cocky for your own good boy. That's why as of today you are no longer a sweeper."
"What oh come on, you aren't serious" Daniel was obviously shocked by this statement, sweeping was the only thing he knew how to do properly.
"Has there been a time where I wasn't serious?"
Daniel stared at him for a brief second "you can't do this, I'm the best sweeper you've got, and you know it."
"Don't raise your voice with me boy, maybe if you had let me finish," Moriales pulled a large envelope from his briefcase.
"This is your new assignment, you'll be acting as a bodyguard."
"Bodyguard?" Daniel screamed out.
"Although you are serious need of an attitude adjustment, your skills never fail to impress. This is an important mission, so this time there can be no mistakes. Do I make myself clear?"
Daniel opened the envelope and pulled out a picture that featured a young freckled face blond.
"That is who you'll be watching over, nothing can happen to him, do you hear me, or it will be your head on the platter."
"Just my luck it had to be a dude; so why is this guy so important?"
"That is classified information, just do your job."
Daniel looked from the Minister than to Benedict, once again he decided it would be best to remain docile.
" Middleton, Colorado huh" he said continuing to read. "So what's the HC ratio in Middleton."
"What is an HC ration?" Asked Moriales, as he turned towards Benedict.
Benedict groaned as he reached into his pocket for a piece of paper " HC stands for Hot chicks, He's asking for the ratio of hot chicks to men" he said as he handed the paper to Daniel.
"Don't tell me you had our intelligence, calculate that rubbish," groaned Moriales
"Nice; four to one, this town is crawling with beauties" said Daniel excitedly, "well this mission might not be the huge drag I thought it would be."
"What is the meaning of this Benedict"?
"Well Minister statistics show he is more efficient when the ratio is favorable."
"I can't believe this" said Moriales
"Middleton here I come" smiled Daniel ignoring the Minister's groans.
"Alright this my stop" Moriales told them "remember don't screw up again Daniel" he said as he left the limo.
When the limo started moving, Daniel moved to the seat, next to Father Benedict.
"Well that went well" he said.
"Daniel, explain to me why do you continue to enrage the minister?"
Daniel looked at him surprised "you didn't expect me to kill any kids did you?"
"It was your job to eliminate them all."
"Look I don't have any qualms about what I do. I kill people, but I don't kill children. If you can't understand that, then I quit."
Benedict decided it would be best to drop the questions "you have been a thorn in my side, ever since I found you, how did a raise such a degenerate."
Daniel looked at the old man, he was the only the person in the world he ever felt a real connection too. Everyone else was just another face to Daniel, another speck of dust in an imperfect world. As far as he was concerned father Benedict was his savior.
"After sixteen years I think I know when you're blowing hot air Father" he said as they stared each other down.
Suddenly Benedict began to chuckle lightly, "he was pretty pissed off as they say."
"They guy has had it in for me since day one, what does he have against me?"
Benedict remained silent for a few seconds "I wouldn't know" he said softly. "What I do know is that you have to take this mission seriously, so you can redeem yourself in the Minister's eyes."
"Don't worry as long as I don't have to whack any children, I'm your man".
"Rumor around the order is that this mission may affect the church as we know it" said Father Benedict.
"Affect the church? That's interesting."
The next day:
Ron took a deep breath and drew the morning mist into his body, it was just a few minutes before dawn and surprisingly he found himself jogging. For the past few nights he had found that he couldn't sleep for long periods of time. If it wasn't weird chaotic dreams, it was the fact that he was too hyper to sleep. He decided to jog this morning, and maybe head back for a quick nap before class.
"I guess it's about time to I return" he told himself.
As he passed by the parking lot of a supermarket, he caught the sight of a young girl waving at him from the corner of his eye.
"This is going to be a problem" he said to himself, as he waved back.
He was nothing but loyal, but he knew the urge to see if he could actually get away with it, would be always be in the back of his head. After all he was a healthy male, it wasn't a case of if he loved Kim, and it was a question of if he could control himself. The fact that he was thinking like this shocked him greatly, he wondered if it was because the wedding was a few months away.
"Damn, I better not be getting cold fe-- ooof", his thoughts were uninterrupted when he bumps into and old man, causing the man too drop his groceries.
"Oh man I'm sorry man" said Ron as he began to pick up the fallen groceries.
After he returned everything to the old man's grocery bag, he apologized again.
"I'm really sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it son, you looked like you've a lot on your mind. It happens to the best of us."
"I'll tell you what, I'm in a hurry but what the hell, let me help you carry these home," Ron said taking the grocery bag.
"Well that's mighty fine of you uh."
"The name's Ronald".
"Well Ronald you can call me Frank."
"So Frank, how far away is your house?"
"Not that far, just follow me."
Ron walked behind the old man, something about the old man greatly intrigued Ron. He had familiar warmth to him, like his grandfather. If he didn't know any better he would have thought this man was his grandfather.
"You're an interesting young man Ronald."
"Hmm" said Ron breaking his thoughts "how so?"
"Not many people would help out an old man when they're in a hurry."
"Oh that well, it's not big."
"No big?"
"No big means that it's not a big deal."
Frank laughed "you crazy kids are always coming up with new ways to express yourselves."
"Actually I help people all of the time, you might have seen me on T.V" he said excitedly.
"Sorry I don't recall ever seeing you before, but I don't watch much T.V."
Ron continued to watch the mannerisms of the man, it was a dead on impersonation of his grandfather. And the old man clothes he wore, were exactly what he would have worn.
"You know something Frank, honestly part of the reason I'm helping you is that you remind of my grandfather."
"Is that so; is your grandfather still alive?"
"No, actually he passed away not too long ago," said Ron a hint of sadness resonating in his voice.
"You must have loved him very much."
"Yeah I did, even those days when he thought I was his granddaughter. It got awkward sometimes but I put up with it. I really admired my grandfather, he always knew exactly what he wanted and took it." He sighed "I wouldn't mind him calling me Rhonda one more time, if I could see him again."
Ron looked up at Frank "I can't believe I told you that, only one other person knows about that."
Frank laughed again, "you know, I don't believe it's because I resemble your grandfather, that you're helping me out. I think you're generally a good person.
Ron thought about this for a moment "I've learned that people will forget what you say, and they forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. So I've recently centered how I deal with people using this idea, positivity is the key."
"It seems like you pretty wise son, a lot wiser then people twice your age."
This time it was Ron's turn to laugh "If you knew anything about me you wouldn't be calling me wise, I'm usually lucky if I survive some of the decisions I make."
"Wisdom is not a product of schooling but of the lifelong attempt to acquire it," Frank replied.
"Nice quote, was that from Star Wars?"
"If it's alright with you, I'd like to know what was bothering you earlier" said Frank.
"What is this a therapy session?"
"No this is just two men talking about life" replied Frank.
"Alright, well first of all, I'm getting married in a couple of months."
"Well congratulations son."
"Thank you, unfortunately I've been feeling some anxiety lately. The closer the day comes the more pressure I feel. Now I'm getting some extra "attention" and that further complicates things."
"Yes, that sounds like a problem, but having cold feet is normal."
"When I decided to propose to her, I had barely survived my last mission. I thought it was what I wanted, but now I'm not so sure. In fact that's the main problem, I don't know what I want. Lately I've been feeling like I should be doing something important, something big. But I have no idea what that is."
"Well here is a piece of advice my grandpapy always told me. This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to control your own life, no one else can do it for you."
"Now your grandpapy was a wise man" said Ron smiling.
"Well this is my place" said Frank pointing to a house they had been standing in front of for well over five minutes.
"Wow, well here you go" he said handing Frank the grocery bag "you know I don't usually spill my life story to strangers, but talking to you was somewhat soothing. But I guess this is good bye."
"Don't worry about it Ronald, I'm sure will meet again somehow."
"I'll be looking forward too it, I've got a lot of issues" replied Ron.
"Oh I'm sorry, I seem to have dropped a piece of paper on the ground, would you mine grabbing it for me" said Frank bringing Ron's attention to a leaflet on the ground behind them.
"Sure" said Ron turning around.
As he bends over to pick the paper off the ground, he hears the sound of fluttering wings, abnormally large wings.
"Did you hear that---" he said turning around only to find an empty space behind him.
"Frank, where did you go?"
Ron looked up at the house as, a man exited it.
"Uh is Frank inside, I've got his paper," Ron called out to the man.
The man looked at Ron puzzled, "sorry kid, this is my house, nobody named Frank lives here."
"What, are you sure?"
"I'm positive man, no one named Frank lives here," said the man as he walked past Ron.
Ron looked at the leaflet in his hand and it contained just one sentence.
"One person with courage makes a majority."
"Weird" Ron thought to himself as he began to jog back to the University.
Victor sat in his room, alone once again. He was angry with himself, he wasn't supposed to still be this way. He was the angel of truth, how could he lead the destruction of men, when he couldn't handle a distant memory.
He became fully alert, when he sensed someone was nearing his room. The person knocked lightly on his door.
"Who is it?" Malak asked
"It's me Jonathan" said the voice behind the door.
Jonathan, one of the few friends Victor had known for most of his life, Jonathan would follow Victor to hell and back.
"Come in."
Jonathan looked around his shoulder, silently entering the dimly lit room, carrying a small bag with him.
"How goes the hunt for the other" Victor asked.
"It's going well Victor, we should be making our move soon," he lowered his voice "I've bought what you've asked."
He pulled out a bottle of pills from his bag and handed them to Victor.
"Thank you" Victor said as he ripped the cap off the bottle, "it would be to our disadvantage if the men found that, their leader was weak."
Jonathan surveyed the room, as Victor shoveled the pills into his mouth. He noticed the broken glass on the floor from the night before, and found the old photo album sitting on the floor.
"If I may ask, Victor what caused these attacks, to return after all these years?"
Victor swallows more of the pills "Katherine" he said quickly.
Jonathan stopped short, it had been years since that name had escaped Victor's lips.
"It's alright Victor, those memories should, just fuel your desire, use them as motivation."
Victor leaned over his dresser as if he was going to vomit, "I don't need for those memories to fuel me because, I'm no longer affected by them."
"Of course they don't Victor, but even I lie awake at night thinking about the past, and my blood boils whenever I--."
Malak threw a punch at his friend, the punched missed by inches and his fist went through the wall near Jonathan's face. Jonathan gulped as he realized how close he had come to death.
"Master Olivetti has given me the power to overcome all obstacles," said Malak through his teeth.
Removing his hand from the wall, he turned his back to his friend, "I'm sorry old friend, I..I just; bring someone to clean this mess" Malak ordered.
"Yes sir" said Jonathan as he left the room.
"I don't understand, I should have moved on, I ended this, years ago" said Malak remembering the night he had been born.
Three years ago:
Olivetti gathered his men, twenty in all around him, as dark clouds gathered over head, a thunderstorm was brewing.
"This is a momentous occasion, we shall witness the power that Azariel, has given us. Victor, come here my boy" said Olivetti.
Victor appeared from behind the crowd, and approached his adoptive father.
"Victor this is what you were born for my son, In this town is the source of your nightmares, the cause of the rift in your soul preventing you from gaining true power."
"What do you mean father?" Asked Victor.
"Evil enters the world like a needle and spreads like an oak tree, the roots of this tree has spread throughout the globe and is slowly strangling the earth. The only way to save the earth is to destroy the seeds of this tree, which lie in the hearts of all men."
He hands Victor a small knife "Let us see if you have the power to cleanse this world."
Victor grabbed the knife, placed it in his pants and headed towards his target. Traveling through these slums, brought chills to him. This was the place of his nightmares, a hell hole that still haunted his dreams. He continued to walk down the streets, when he passed old Mr. Blum's store. Mr. Blum and his family were killed when a car bomb blew up in front of the store, Victor remembered screaming as Blum's daughter's leg landed a few feet from him. She had been sitting on the steps in front of the store.
He passed by theEastern Methodist hospital, where most of his former friends had been treated for various injuries. In one instance, two brothers Peter and Marcellus Compton, were shot in the legs. Frankie was shot in the knee; Anthony in the upper leg and the groin. The last he heard was that the latter was in critical condition at the hospital. Victor wondered how he survived growing up in such a pit.Maybe once upon a time the fightingin the city had been for a righteous reason.Now it seemed to be a war of the punks, not much different than the gang wars in rough American cities.
Hundreds of memories flooded his mind at once, especially memories of Katherine. No he had to stop, these thoughts, they only weakened him. He needed to be strong to prove himself. He stopped in front of his target. The Melwess police station looked worse than a medieval fortress. It was surrounded by concrete block barriers in front of the fortress-like walls. He felt his hatred rise at the men who inhabited the station, they had ruined his life by taking away something very precious to him. Now his father had given him the opportunity for revenge.
Victor wondered how he would get inside, when a man called out to him.
"Hey are you the kid Sam said was coming?" the man asked he approached Victor.
Thinking quickly Victor nodded to the man.
"Alright kid I'm going to bring you to Jim; just follow me."
Victor nodded again, following the man inside. Through the halls of the station, Victor picked up bits and pieces of the officer's conversations. Many of them seemed to be having a merry time.
"So this is what I tell her, you know it'll be five years in the can for you for tricking. Plus you're family will be disgraced when they hear about this. So she starts crying and begging me right and I says to her get this, I says well if you give mesome serviceon the house I'll let you go. Let me tell you I had good time that night." The man said laughing.
"No wait tell them the best part" said another officer.
"Oh right" said the first officer "I had her busted again the next day" he said laughing.
Victor had always known this was the most corrupted station in Europe but he didn't realize how bad it was. He passed by an open room with two more officers chatting.
"So what happened" one of the officers said.
"Well what could I do" said the other " I had to bury the body in--' he stopped when he saw Victor watching.
"Piss off brat" he said before he closed the door in Victor's face.
"Come on boy, move your ass" called out the man Victor was supposed to follow.
He began to worry, he had no idea what to do, and the corruption of the station had boiled his blood. But he didn't know how to proceed, and what would happen when they found out that he didn't belong here.
Victor followed the man into an office at the end of a deserted hallway.
"Hey Jim this is the kid" said the man
"Thanks Billy, alright kid, give me the stuff" said another man who sat behind a desk, he talked to Victor without looking up from his paperwork.
"Stuff?"
The man looked up "yeah the stuff."
"I'm sorry" said Victor panicking " I don't have any stuff"
"Don't screw with me kid, where are the drugs?"
"But aren't you cops?" Victor told them weakly.
The two men looked at each other, and started laughing .
"The government doesn't give a rat's ass about this town, so why should we" the man behind the desk scoffed.
As the men continued to laugh, strange sounds came from the floor above them. Victor noticed the noise quickly, every other sound in the room was blocked out as he focused on the noise. It was the sound of young girl moaning.
"No please, stop don't" the women's voice penetrated Victor's soul.
More suppressed memories forced their way into his head, every nightmare he had since leaving the town returned to his mind at once. He began to feel dizzy, he couldn't breathe, and he wanted to cry.
No, Please stop, No, leave me alone. Victor help me, help me please.
"Looks like the captain's having a good time" remarked Danny and the men starting laughing again.
The laughter, it made things worse for Victor it all came back to him, the screams, and the laughter, the loud ear splitting gunshot, the blood and the hatred.
Victor dropped to his knees when he heard the distinct sound of fluttering wings.
"What the ell is wrong with you kid' said Danny.
When he attempted to pick Victor up , Victor pulled out his knife and sank it into Danny's calf. Danny screamed in horror as Victor pulled the knife out. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jim attempt to move, like a dart Victor threw the knife and with a loud thud it connected, with Jim's skull killing him instantly. Victor reached across the desk, and pulled the knife from the man's head.
He turned to see Danny scrambled across the floor and pull out a pistol. As he aimed the gun, Victor realized he now longer felt fear, he felt nothing but anger. The world moved in slow motion for him, he could see the fear and Danny's eyes and it gave him strength.
With lightning speed he closed the gap between him and Danny. And in one swift motion he grabbed the gun from Danny's hand and used the knife to cut his throat, as the body dropped to the floor motionless. Victor marveled at the power he had just unleashed, he had taken their lives with ease. He finally understood his purpose life, he smiled as opened the door to the office. He would bring heaven to earth by unleashing hell.
The captain stood over the man he had held captive. The captain was a tall lanky man, but he was a master of intimidation, a skill he used often.
"Where's my money man, it's been two weeks" said the captain.
"Don't worry, I'll have it soon" said the other man sweat pouring down the back of his neck.
Suddenly from behind the doors came a loud scream,
"What was that?" Asked the sweaty man.
The captain thought about the scream for a moment "Ah the boys are probably watching a horror movie again."
He turned back to the man "you have wife don't you?"
"Yes I do" gulped the man.
The captain walked towards a couch where a half naked young girl lay, clearly stoned.
"Wake up ya nasty bitch" he told her then turned back to the man "watch this; if you don't bring me the money tomorrow this will be your wife."
He slapped her across the face, and attempted to force himself on her, which caused her too scream out. Suddenly an officer flew thought the door shattering it too pieces. The officer rolled across the ground three times then stopped motionless.
The captain looked towards the door, only to find Victor staring him down.
"What the hell" cried the captain as he reached for his gun.
Before he could do so, Victor was upon him, he grabbed the captain's arm and snapped it with little effort.
"Who are you" the captain screamed holding on to his arm.
"You don't remember me Mooney" said Victor. "Allow me to re introduce myself"
He placed his hand over the captain's face, using his power he transferred his memories into the man's mind in a matter of seconds.
Mooney turned pale as he attempted to pull himself from Victor's grasp. Victor tossed the man like a doll into the nearest wall shattering his collar bone. The sweaty man and the girl took the opportunity to flee.
"It can't be" the captain cried "you're dead."
Victor approached him, using all of his force he kicked Mooney in the chest, cracking his ribs. Victor picked him off the ground and pinned him to the wall.
"Have mercy" Mooney cried.
"Did you show her any mercy, Mooney. Have you ever shown mercy?"
"I'm sorry" Mooney said as blood spilled from his mouth.
"It's too late, Mooney I hope you've enjoyed your life."
Mooney began to mutter a prayer which further enraged Victor.
"I want give you time to ask for forgiveness", he focused his energy into his hand. Using a power he did not know he had, he grabbed Mooney's he quickly slammed his fist into Mooney's throat. Mooney fell to the ground gasping for air , he twitched along the ground for a few minutes before he lay still.
Minuets later Victor walked out of the station covered in blood, as he stepped out it began to rain. He watched as the rain washed the blood from his body and disappeared into the earth. He walked for a few minutes in a daze until Olivetti and his men stepped from the shadows to greet him. Victor walked over to Olivetti and dropped to his knees in front of him saying nothing. Olivetti smiled and turned to the men.
"Do you not see, he is the one sent by Azariel to free this world from evil" he told them.
Moving towards Victor, Olivetti bit his finger and drew blood. Using this blood he placed a mark on Victor's forehead.
"With the power of Azariel I anoint you Malak, the angel of truth, the one blessed by the heavens."
Then Olivetti bowed, bringing his face to the ground. You will be the one to save this world. All the other men followed Olivetti's example and did the same, Victor looked up and the rain wash over his face. Thunderclaps roared across the skies, but to him they sounded like applause.
Malak stood in his room, thinking that Master Olivetti had left him too soon. He did not know if he could carry the torch alone. No, he pushed these thoughts out of his mind. Just as he feared, these memories were creating seeds of doubt. If he couldn't sleep than he would train, he would not disappoint his father, or Azariel.
Ron walked into his dorm after spending some time with Kim. Felix was already asleep, and so was Rufus. Ron moved towards his phone and tuned on his answering machine. His mother had called.
"Ron I was just calling to ask if you got the box of cookies I sent. Oh and I you told us not send you any money but we thought you could use some spending money".
Ron chuckled as he started taking off his clothes, typical mom he thought.
"Oh and we've sent out more invitations to the wedding dear, the whole family should have one by the end of the week".
The wedding was a couple of months away, thought Ron. And didn't the bride and groom send the invitation.
"Okay we'll leave you alone now college man, say hello to Kimmie and Rufus, hugs and kisses bye bye baby".
Ron smiled again as he got into bed, he didn't exactly want what he wanted out of life, but until then he would just enjoy the ride.
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