Chapter 6
R.I.P.: Drake Parker
Part One
…next day
From the pages from one of Cameron DePalma's many journals.
Lucille Holmes: Reborn name: Hydrangea
Age: 19
Sinner self: Whore
Barbara Jean Hopkins: Reborn name: Butterfly
Age 17
Sinner self: She said she didn't have any dreams. Sad really.
Charles Kane: Reborn name: Panther
Age: 19
Sinner self: Football player
Drake Parker: Reborn name: To be determined
Age: 18
Sinner self: Rock and roll musician
John Reynolds: Reborn name: Jaguar
Age 20
Sinner self: Truck driver
Cameron was exhausted and there was quite a distance to go between now and finishing Drake
Parker's eternal salvation.
He opened up the locked bedroom doors at 8 a.m. and put a sleeping aid in the daily
"vitamins", he had a big day ahead with Drake.
There was the young blonde, the non-saucy due to the state she was in redhead, and two big
jock types.
When the skinny blonde called Butterfly who was in the filmy yellow nightgown emerged from
the bathroom door Cameron handed her the small paper Dixie Cup.
"Take this in your bed."
"As you wish, Lord Cameron."
This scene was repeated three more times until he relocked all of the doors secure. He couldn't
wait to use key #5. That would mean Drake Parker was no more and the young man would
finally be saved.
He walked back up the stairs to his room and decided to put on a burgundy silk tie instead of
the navy blue.
Cameron's automatic coffee maker filled his room with a delightful hazelnut roast. He opened
up a new package of soft oatmeal cookies and put them on a small blue saucer.
He opened up his top bureau drawer and took out a bottle of serum. Sometimes the chemistry
knowledge was more important than the knowledge he gained in psychology.
Besides, he was Jesus Christ; he was born with knowing the workings of the human mind.
A few drops were placed in the black coffee mug.
He wasn't even conscious that he had given himself the white one to drink out of.
"Today we take the sinner out of my child, Drake." He whispered as he walked down the
stairs.
He put the tray on the table and politely knocked on Drake's door.
"W-what t-time is it?" He asked while rubbing his eyes.
The sedative was starting to wear off. But there was a part of Cameron that was rushed by the
risk of it all.
"I'm sorry, Drake. We have a lot to do today, but, I did make hazelnut coffee and I have soft
oatmeal cookies."
"Alright, Cam—eron." He yawned again.
He brought Drake the tray and placed it on the end table.
Cameron took his white mug and grabbed two cookies, "I'll see you downstairs."
"Sure. I noticed there was a shower in here, but it doesn't seem to be working?"
"You can use mine. The plumber is going to come in today to fix it."
"Okay. Hmm, these are good cookies."
Cameron didn't leave the room until he saw Drake take a long drink of coffee out of the
polluted mug.
"I'll be downstairs reading. See you in a bit."
Cameron quietly closed the door and put his palm on the door.
"You will be saved, my child, you will be saved." He whispered.
It was only a matter of hours now.
Early afternoon at the Parker house:
She saw him go up and down the stairs, with all of his guitars and the amplifier too. She
couldn't take it anymore.
"Hey, Drake."
"hi, megan."
"What are you doing?"
"selling my guitars. goodbye."
She watched from the window as the spooky Cameron guy helped Drake load all the guitars
and the amp in his car. The doors closed and they drove away.
"Goodbye, Drake."
The longer she stood in the living room the more she felt shivers go up her spine. The girl
wished her school did not have a water main break she didn't need to see this.
It was clearly evident that her brother was not coming back.
She ran upstairs wishing the bad feeling she had was all in her head.
In Cameron's parking garage:
Drake was tired. He let his body go in the car much to the delight of the psychotic
self-described messiah in the driver's seat.
Cameron took out a filled syringe out of his inside jacket pocket.
Drake was wearing a short-sleeved black t-shirt so it was easy to inject him without him feeling
a thing.
He looked at his watch, the sleeping aids he gave the flock should be wearing off by now. He
decided that Panther should be the one to collect the body of his new brother and put him in his
new room to start the rebirth ceremony.
Cameron put his palm on Drake's head and spoke in a hushed tone,
"It is time, my child, it is time. There is nothing left to fear.
Lord Cameron is light. Lord Cameron is love."
Author's Note: To be continued