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Dome of the Rath PART 3

Chapter 3 – Tragedy for the Order

The morning sun's warming, snug, homely, mellow, toasty, sunny, spicy, gorgeous rays beamed down on Berty as he sat in the apple tree once again waiting for the morning children. He began eating popcorn, one kernel at a time, thinking about the previous night's events. Black had returned, the one man he feared most in the world. He suddenly got a call from someone, he gingerly picked up his phone only to hear a high-pitched scream he instantly recognized as a little girl. She was pointing at the tree Berty was in, wailing louder than a banshee. His cover had been blown, but before he could get out of the tree, he heard the faint sound of a helicopter in the distance, he clambered out of the tree slipping on the way down ripping his frail black trousers clean off. All at once, the entire park was looking at him in confusion as a train of dark green military trucks roared up to the edges of the park. He instantly sprinted for the exit but was blocked off by a wall of soldiers with 'FBI' written on their bulletproof jackets, they all held small handguns and batons, and some had riot shields with visors on their helmets. "FBI FREEZE!" one of them yelled and tried to grab Berty. He lurched back in terror and ran back towards the middle of the park past bewildered innocents. The whirring of helicopter blades had gotten massively loud and now several of them surrounded the park, poised to strike, missiles armed and pointed at Berty. He made for the small toilet block at the center of the park next to a big clay fountain. Roughly pushing people aside as he made his way, he arrived at the toilets with the soldiers hot on his tail. He busted open the door to the ladies' room and sat on the toilet at the end. Tears rolled down his face as his life flashed before his eyes, he wrapped his hands around his face and sobbed openly using toilet paper as tissues. "FBI OPEN UP!!!" three knocks on the door sealed his fate, and Berty replied with the only thing he could say "deez nuts ha gottem," he muttered as the toilet door was knocked down.

Black knew this house. He had been to Scotty's many times before in the old days, he and Scotty used to be tighter than bark on a tree. As he straightened out his stiff back from sleeping on Scotty's race-car bed, he reminisced. They had eaten together, played together, even slept together. Then 'he' came along, the man that destroyed Black and Scotty's blossoming relationship. Before he could dwell on it more, Scotty walked into the room in his nighty and nightcap, clutching his teddy-bear, the morning sun moved gently over his face. Black sat up, surprised at Scotty's entrance. "Ross, I never meant to hurt you, you know, that right?" Scotty's eyes gleamed with a hint of remorse, "Bruce, when you left me for him, it was inevitable someone was going to get hurt." Black said in a gruff tone, that silenced Scotty, who walked out sadly back into the living room. Meanwhile, at Stapleton's cave, he had had his morning vodka on toast, brushed his filthy teeth and walked outside into the brisk morning air. The bats were cheerful this morning all huddled up on their stalactites at the entrance of the cave, and as he took a deep breath in he launched a nuke at Guam to start the day. When he got back inside he sat back down at his computer and noticed something. A red light was blinking on his massive server bank full of army intelligence. This red light hadn't blinked for a long time. He put on his military grade headset and as the blue computer screen lit up his face, he tapped into the comms to see what was happening. Most of the comms were screaming about Guam but Stapleton also heard that a smaller battalion of troops had captured a school principle wearing bloomers in the park earlier that morning. Stapleton instantly knew it was Berty, that idiot had gone and got himself captured by the FBI. "When I find that bloody nitwit, I'll rip his bloody head from his bloody shoulders," Stapleton said as he rang the others.

Berty awoke in a dark room, with a gag in his mouth and pee in his boxer shorts. He sat on a cold metal chair and stared at the massive one-sided window in front of him. A small poster was on the wall to the left of him, a kitten was hanging from a tree branch with a sad look, the caption said, "this kitten is a wanted fugitive who murdered three people and is on death row". Somehow the poster wasn't very comforting to Berty. Suddenly the door burst open and a completely naked man wearing nothing but a pink tie around his neck wandered in. He was quite old and hairy, and Berty could smell baby powder as the man walked up to him with a huge smile on his face. It was the man's his face had been stapled into a permanent grin, and as he stood in front of him Berty could only stare as he contemplated what would happen next. "Hello Mr. Berthold," the man said in a deep grinding voice that didn't match his appearance at all. "We're going to have a little chat," the man said as he licked his lips with a long-wet tongue. "Can you don't?" asked Berty. "Unfortunately, not Berthold, you see, you've been on our watch list for a while and this is the last straw." Suddenly Berty started singing, "A patty is a patty, that's what I say". The man was initially surprised but joined in "A grill is a grill, this is surely so" Berty was on the brink of tears, but he kept singing "and fries, should be fries, either way" then a soft silky voice rang out from the darkness, Donald J Trump joined the chorus of singing. "But this grill is not a home! This is not the stove I know" They sang on into the night, and hours later when Berty was left alone again tied up in the dark empty room, the last lyrics resonated in his mind as an image of Rathdome's gleaming dome faded into view, "This kitchen's not the same without you."

Rathdome was soaking in his 60-meter lap pool filled with milky white mayonnaise in his underground fortress. The thoughts going through his glistening dome were swirling like a tidal wave. He swam to the pools' edge and climbed the ladder onto the brick sewer floor. He dried himself with Boys High codes and slipped his naked body into a silky purple gown. His dome began to glow, and a holographic image of Barney the Dinosaur projected in front of him. "Rathdome, you have one new message." The holographic Barney said in his cheerful tone. Rathdome sighed and walked into the living room of his subterranean mansion. The room was decorated with fancy wallpaper, golden furniture, and massive paintings of Rathdome's holy chrome dome. A gigantic golden chandelier hung from the ceiling next to the disco ball used on Friday nights. He picked up the phone off the broken side-table and played the message, Stapleton's gravelly voice filled his eardrums. "Wayne, Berty's been captured tell the others. We need to get that knucklehead back before he tells the FBI the Order's secrets." A frown moved across Rathdome's face as he put down the phone and rang Black and Scotty. Scotty and Black were sitting in Scotty's living room in dead silence. Their relationship was awkward as it was, but with Black staying in Scotty's dark filthy den of a house after his return, things were worse. "So..." Scotty said, Black lifted his head in his direction not making eye contact. "Stuff," Black said awkwardly. Suddenly the phone rang, and both ran towards it, knocking heads as they got to the table. "Damn it Bruce" muttered Black as he picked up the phone. His eyes widened as he heard the news, he put down the phone and turned to Scotty, his eyes alight with fiery anger matching Satan himself. "Come on Bruce, we're going to the school."

END OF CHAPTER 3