posted on Sep, 7 2010 @ 11:50 AM
The Royal Grey Hour of Truth had, in the past year, become the Network's most highly rated news talk show. What that meant was, a talk show loosely
based upon newsworthy topics, but mostly full of Royal Grey's own boisterous blowhardiness.
He was loud and proud, a fierce conservative and God Fearing Christian who loved his guns more than his Momma. (She had been his guest one show, and
he had informed her of this fact. She smiled and told him She loved his gun more than she
loved Him!! And America ate this stuff right up.) Frequent guests included Heather Hopkins, the right wing's answer to everything, Don Faul, Red
Lugent, and your usual line up of Hollywoodized blowhards. The masses seemed to love the
overweight and ruddy cable star, so the Network decided that this new season, they would send Royal Grey Into the Streets.
Thus, that is how we come to the meeting, held in late September at the Networks Corporate headquarters in New York City.
Rosylyn Rose was the Network's liason for carrying out their wishes. Through her, all of Royal's concerns were filtered. While America saw Royal as
a powerful influencial man, Rosylyn and Royal knew otherwise. He was but a shill for the
Network, and pushed the Network's agenda. Royal could care less, with the fat paycheck he deposited each week, he was more than happy to do whatever
the gorgeous and mysterious Roz told him to do. He figured before long she would definitley be making a pass at him, if Heather Hopkins wanted him, he
knew Roz was not far behind.
In the meeting, several stories for the Halloween Ratings Sweep were being tossed about but the Network had ultimately chosen one for Royal. He sat
and listened as Rosylyn explained the assignment.
"There is a small town in the midwest called Devil's Bend, just an average mid size town. Full of christians, so why is this newsworthy? This year
the town was in financial trouble,in the red Big Time, so they decided to capitalize on their cities name and organize the first ever Devil's Bend
Halloween Night Music Fright Fest, featuring local bands and a couple headliners, mostly death metal, faux gore you know the average teens wet dream.
You heard of Lucifer's Angels, havent you? That band out of Sausalito? Headed by that emo goth Teddy? They're Headlining, and they are partially
owned by the Network's subsidiary, Music Channel. People from all over the tri state area will be flocking into the town, and the revenue from the
show is going to pull them out of the hole into the black, big time. The hook line for you is how do Christians reconcile themselves with allowing
the Devil on their holy ground?"
Royal frowned and grunted.
"Holy ground? Holy nothing, they may be christian but money is God we all know that. You got something wrote up for me to read on the way out? I'm
still working on the teamsters riots and that gun nut from Idaho. I may not get around to doing the background stuff on this story until the flight
out. Oh and I have that Newsweek shoot." He smirked in his usual smarmy manner, eyes glistening as they passed from her bust to her legs to her shiny
red heels, probably the same look that he had in them when he eyed a prime rib or a shot of bourbon.
Rosylyn studied the portly blowhard, so full of himself it left little space in the room for anyone else. She was amazed at how easily he accepted the
spoon of pudding, and realized how lucky the Network was to have snatched this sheeple herder up, and for pennies of what that other place paid Glenn
"OK then, Devil's Bend, get ready to meet Royal Grey!"
On the crisp fall evening that Royal Grey had boarded the first class section of the flight to the middle of the Heartland, Luci Landon lie like she
always did, in her bed, in her room on the second floor of the old Victorian home on Riverwood Circle, which sat on a gentle hill overlooking the
town. Through her bedroom window, Luci had a million dollar view of the river's bend, the bend the town had been named for hundred's of years ago.
Luci had never been to school, her illness kept her home to be tutored by her family. So history of her town was not exactly on the top of the list of
subjects Luci adored. Everyone who knew her knew where her passions lie, and that was in the literature that she wrote.
Also not at the top of her list of favorite subjects, besides local history, was Royal Grey, who just happened to be coming up next on the Network.
She clicked on her laptop, and the Network disappeared. She had her TV right on her expensive laptop, as she did her movies, and her word processing.
Basically she conducted her entire life through the laptop that sat upon her useless legs ninety percent of her day. She was not in the mood for
Royal's type of delivery tonight, despite the fact Maggie her helper had declared he was supposed to be in town this week, covering the now
controversial music festival.
Maggie had left just hours ago, after a cool fall afternoon. She had done up some laundry, changed Luci's bedding, and washed Luci's long red hair.
Now comfortable in her bed, with the rest of the evening sprawling before her, the silence of the house swirling around her like a baby's favorite
old blanket, the loneliness began to sneak in, as it always did each night around this time. Her family had either died off or left Devil's Bend for
greener pastures, and aside from the yearly visits from her brothers, and the daily help from Maggie, the only people left in town who visited
regularly were her late husband's brother Hank, town Sheriff, and her beautiful teenage neice Angelina. Hank's wife rarely came, Luci made her feel
bad, or something banal like that. Luci suspected she never visited because she was using those times to do things behind Hank's back, but Luci never
spoke out loud what she thought. She was not prone to fits of meloncholy, so as soon as the Lonelies began their soft hugs, she shook them off by
preparing one of her favorite evening activities....night pills, Sirious Radio (Big Band and Swing!) and Scrabble!!
She took her ususal dose of twenty milligrams sleeping medicine, washing it down with water from the pitcher next to her bed. She wiped her fingers
and began clicking on her laptop, pulling up the scrabble game. Many a night she would cross
from night to morning, an open game of Scrabble still staring at her from her lap. Those were the best nights.
Earlier in the day the sounds of construction had filtered in through her window. The crews were busy turning the pretty riverfront into a stage for a
ten band concert, which was to be held in exactly one week. Her lovely neice Angelina was going to spend the night with her friend Carissa the night
of the Fest and they planned to walk to and from Luci's home to attend the concert.
She was on a points roll when something caught her eye; through her window she noticed a soft orange glow. At first she thought it to be headlights or
a flashlight, someone walking up her path. Not frightened, Luci minimized the scrabble game and pulled up her telescope program. She clicked record,
then, from her night stand, adjusted the telescope to the right angle. She needn't even bother looking through the scope itself, for her program
brought what the telescope saw directly to her lap, and recorded it so Luci could go over it later.
The screen came into resolution and what Luci saw was not what she expected.
Taking a deep breath, Luci pressed a few buttons to zoom in. She caught her breath. It was a bonfire, by the river's bend. Four figures in hooded
robes were...chanting?...swirling?....around a fire, and hogtied in front of the fire, was a girl!!
Luci couldn't take her eyes off her laptop.
The girl was gagged, and the tallest robed figure, the one in the red robe (the others wore black robes) took a dagger from inside his robe. The
group...coven?....all stopped,and gave leeway to their obvious leader. He knelt beside the violently struggling girl, raised the shiny dagger above
his head and thrust it deep into her heart. The coven gathered immediately and closed the circle.