Cursed or Unlucky
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Please Note: This chapter is set 18 years since ch14.
Penance 15: Cursed Or Unlucky
Hillary sat outside a shooting range sipping beer. She had returned to America five years ago and now ran her own racial segregation organization. That's what she had to call it to legally keep people off her back. Freedom of speech was one thing. Saying your organization was into the hate of anything non-white and was funded to destroy the impure races in ways not excluding violence and murder was another thing. You'd be shut down.
AWATT or Always White All The Time was the name of her organization. Many screamed violent racism but she was able to get away from it since she was a genius and countries and laws often looked kindly on geniuses. Especially geniuses that also maintained the country's weapons of mass destruction when she 'visited' the Pentagon and other places. Fear of her converting to Germany kept many lawmakers off her tail. The attacks of terrorist over the last eight years have ensured that. The U.S.A. was currently isolated in many ways, most countries now blaming them for instigating 'bad karma' upon themselves by how they reacted to 9/11. Hillary personally didn't care. Now at age twenty-seven she was able to spread her message and declare her hatred (the word 'distaste' is used in grand public appearances) of her non-white heritage and blood. Looking white at least appeased a part of her. And it definitely pleased her followers.
"Hillary," West Evans the bartender said, "your coloured sister's here," he told her.
"I told you she's no longer my sister," Hillary hissed, "she never was," she said, "my sisters and brothers are only those who are dedicated to our cause," she concluded.
"Sorry," West apologized and left.
I change my last name to Green and still I'm viewed as the Neutron half-black inbreed, Hillary thought bitterly.
Candy walked up. She could feel the glares radiating towards her. The range was owned by a man who whatever number of greats, great grandfather was an active member of the Klu Klux Klan.
I'm thirty-two and still these teen punks scare me, Candy thought seeing a few teenage boys looking at her like a lamb needing to be slaughtered.
"Hello," Hillary said coldly when Candy walked up to her.
"Sis…" Candy started.
"I'm not your sister," Hillary interrupted loudly, "I'm the non-biological daughter of Mr. Forrester Green," she said proudly, "my brothers and sisters are all a part of the pure white race," she said proudly.
"You're not white," Candy snarled sick of her white purist speeches.
Hillary angrily threw the rest of her beer in Candy's face. Candy's face immediately burned like the hottest furnace.
"Why you little…!" Candy shrieked.
"Try it here!" Hillary raged shoving her finger in Candy's face, "I'd love to see you leave here in a body bag."
Candy was taken a back.
Does she really hate me that much? Candy thought, me and all those black like me?
"Um," Candy said.
"The nigger has nothing to say," a teen skinhead said and the whole crowd outside the range broke into laughter.
Tears filled Candy's eyes.
"I just hope you know what you're doing sis…Hillary," Candy said her voice breaking, "you'll always be family," she concluded and hurried away.
"Don't trip and give us a head start bitch!" West shouted.
Hillary and the others present burst out laughing at that statement.
"Stupid bitch," Hillary muttered as someone brought her another beer.
Meanwhile the clock read 4pm in a nicely decorated trailer. In the bedroom Sheen and Libian were passionately making love.
Sheen had been initially sentenced to death for the seventeen murders it could be proven that he had committed in the United States alone. He had fought being extradited to other countries by offering to give up the body of the two senator's daughter's he had murdered two years before he met Libian. After that and the trial twelve years ago, his death seemed imminent.
But Sheen had something else up his sleeve. He got his sentence overturned both by proving he had poor counsel and by the fact he had a mental defect. Actually twelve mental defects. After more than half the cases proved impossible to go to trial, he went to a second trial with only five cases still standing against but with the publicity showing him as a victim of the justice system, he got off and only one case said not guilty because of mental defect. Sheen had won.
The prosecution saw only one way to save face. Have Sheen admit to witnessing murders instead of committing them and have him serve six years for extreme indifference. Sheen shocked them in turn by admitting witnessing over fifty. But only gave the gravesites of seven victims. He wasn't stupid. He admitted 'witnessing' over fifty murders off the record. The prosecution could never use it.
Now Sheen was long free and his wife Libian had decided to live a mostly non-murdering life travelling the world with their six kids, four adopted (by various means).
"Ohhh!" Libian cried.
Sheen kept at it until both orgasm's happened at the same time. It had been that way for years.
Sheen fell on top of Libian and sniffed her hair. It was now black with curly extensions. Last week it was blonde and shoulder length.
"You're never boring," Libian said approvingly.
"And never will be," Sheen added.
"It's funny," Libian said, "living in a trailer in the Amazon Forest," she commented.
"Scared of the animals?" Sheen teased.
"Not when I sleep with one of them," Libian said laughing.
"Never forget it," Sheen said and pounced on her neck.
The kids could be heard playing in the next room. The eldest one torturing a monkey with a rusty old wrench.
Nick sighed and looked at the time. 8:30 pm.
It's the same time as the time Carl died six years ago, Nick remembered.
Nick walked into a room he kept in special memory of Carl. Carl's pictures were everywhere. Also a few other mementoes.
Nick's eyes teared as he remembered that day. Hearing the screeching of tires and the crashing of cars outside Carl's business place.
"The roads were icy that day," Nick whispered picking up a picture of his dead husband, "I'll never forget you Carl."
"Nick?" Butch asked coming into the mansion.
Crap, Nick thought, if he finds me here he'll freak out.
Nick hurried out to greet his husband of eight months.
Meanwhile at Retroville Private Hospital lay the once standing supreme world genius Jimmy Neutron. An unfortunate accident caused him to be incapacitated two years ago. He was frozen except for being able to barely move his eyes. Four weeks ago that movement stopped. So all anyone could rely on was his vital signs as signal of him being alive.
Herb, Nathan and Einstein Neutron now nineteen and young adults looked sadly at their father. Their mother had left barely an hour ago. Visiting hours at this hospital was until 10 pm when it came to those in their father's conditions. The triplets used every minute they could. Being the eldest of Betty and Jimmy's biological children, they felt it their responsibility. Their younger siblings Beth age fifteen, Ned twelve, the twins Carl and Shawn age nine, Lisa age six and Hugh age four, were home with their mother and the nannies. They had moved out of their childhood home years ago since both their parents wanted a large family. Now Herb was renovating it and Nathan intended to live and raise his family in it. Einstein meanwhile wanted to follow in the footsteps of his father and was a major scientist himself already having three masters by age fourteen.
"Excuse me," a female said stepping in, "is this…Herb!"
"Cin come in," Herb said enthusiastically, "dad I want you to meet someone," he said directing her to his motionless father who was attached to several machines.
"You know the chances of him hearing you," Einstein said frankly.
"Emotional support Einstein," Herb reminded him.
"Mm," Einstein responded.
"Forgive my brother," Nathan spoke up, "he's firmly cemented in the evolution theory."
"And you're firmly cemented in the feel good organization called religion," Einstein countered.
"Touché," Nathan agreed.
"My brother's a teacher of eight languages and has degrees in several art subjects," Einstein spoke up.
"And proud of it," Nathan added, "hi Cin."
"Hi," Cin said nervously.
"Don't be nervous," Einstein spoke, "if you don't like us you're gonna hate my pet Goddard," he added.
"I already met Goddard," Cin said, "I like him."
"Then you'll get used to us in a decade," Einstein responded.
Cin giggled.
"Don't mind my brother, he likes being intelligently weird," Herb stated.
"Youngest of the three," Einstein declared, "it's my birthright," he said, "Nathan as the middle child is appointed mediator."
"I passed that to the eldest years ago," Nathan said simply, "Herb loves being in charge."
"I heard he's renovating the home you'll be living in," Cin stated.
"Yes and as a master architect he'll do it best," Nathan declared.
"You three are hilarious," Cin said giggling hard.
"Just be glad I dyed my hair brown and that Nathan can't get a tan," Einstein spoke up, "otherwise you wouldn't be able to tell us three a part."
Cin burst out laughing. Her waist length blonde hair bobbing everywhere.
"I have a skin condition," Nathan spoke up.
"Yeah tanophobia," Einstein responded.
"I like your eyes," Libby said walking in, "you look my friend Cindy Vortex."
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"I had a grandmother named Cindy," Cin revealed, "but her last name was different."
"I'm certain it's a coincidence," Libby said replacing a vase of dead white roses with fresh ones, "I never interrupt your visit so goodbye boys," she said leaving.
Libby sighed once outside. She had heard of Cin, a girl from Sweden whose parents were related. Now seeing her she could easily guess who her parents were. And that the grandmother was Cindy Vortex herself.
"It's like world realigned to have them together without prejudice," Libby said walking home, "the only differences are a few features including Herb's black hair," she sated, "but Cin looks so much like Cindy and Herb has his father's eyes," she mused crossing the street, "I wonder if this time I shouldn't stand back but consider tell…"
Libby's words were silenced by four oncoming cars.
Completed
Yes the story's over. Now all that's left is the title which is actually a question. Cursed or Unlucky (the incidents in the entire story)? You decide. Thank you for supporting this story, especially those who did through out. Now please read and review.