The end-of-the-day school siren had chimed and scattered scholars headed towards their destinations like ants. Victor walked towards the north gate of the school where he would meet his friends. They chose this gate for a good reason. The gate was quiet and less prone to eavesdropping from curious scholars. Tommy and Mike approached. They were joined by the other three, Andreas, Herald and John. There was no mistake that they were a tight clan, maybe too tight at times. Victor knew his days at school were counted. It was his last year regardless if he failed or not. If he failed again, the school would not allow him back. He was too old to be a scholar. He was tired of school and Child's play in any case. It was time to move on to the bigger things in life. He could go out looking for a job, or better yet, he could continue to deal drugs and expand his empire. Thus far, the money he had made from dealing was good, probably better than most of the top salaries around the coast. He intended to have some fun during his final school year. He knew he had most of the teachers and scholars wrapped around his fingers. They feared him more than anything else. If they only knew what he was capable of, they would fear him even more.
'Hey Vic,' Tommy said approaching. Victor did not answer, instead, he scanned the area making sure there was no one around to listen in on what was coming.
All the members of the group regarded Victor in anticipation. They had seen the particular look on his face many times before. The expression meant something sinister was about to be planned.
When Victor was satisfied that they were alone he said, 'I could not talk to you today, and the weekend was too busy. We added another few clients to the list. I made a killing with the meth alone this weekend. I didn't have time to count the money yet, but there are thousands, I guess. Our plan is in action and soon we will have power beyond measure.'
'Hail,' Mike said.
Victor nodded and scanned them with his dark eyes. 'Numbers will be out this weekend. He'll be out on parole. We need to have a gathering early next week sometime. I'll let you know when. Once Numbers is out, there is nothing that can stop us. We will take the coast with force and drugs, we will fuck with the rest of the town's minds. With our demons, we will attack and terrorise until they submit to our power. We will take them when they least expect and break them apart. Satan will rule here once more, and that will only be the start. We will make money with the rest of the pathetic drug abusers. We will kill and become stronger. They shall suffer and we will offer. We will break this place and open up the gates of hell.'
'Hail, hail,' the group said in a low, almost growling tone.
'We will rape their bitches and bleed them dry. We have a few cops on our side and we will twist the rest to submission. We will bribe them and break them with fear. They shall be hung in the streets. We will send our demons to terrorise the children. We will use our friends in the police force to open houses so that we can kill, rape and steal. We will leave our trail wherever we go. We are stronger now than ever before. Numbers will be proud of us. We will give him a grand welcoming party. We have grown our cult from only a few to just over a hundred. We are everywhere and we are everything. We will be watching.'
'Hail,' they finally said and started walking in their individual directions.
Victor felt more powerful than he had ever felt before. Things were changing and he could feel it coming. He could feel it vibrating all around him. Although still a school student, he knew he was about to become one of the most feared and powerful people in town. People generally disrespected younger people, but they would soon be corrected when he showed them what evil was all about. He felt proud of himself to have accomplished so much over his twenty years on the planet.