ITS GOIN DOWN PART 18

[ITS GOIN DOWN] PART 18

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PART OF THE TALE...

http://youtu.be/kZxEI9E9aP0

Today is the culmination of months of planning and has involved a whole lot of intrigue.

There are over 300 leaders of other factions of the movement meeting today and they have come from all over what was the United States and there are delegates from other countries as well.

Christians, Muslims, Rastas and even a Taoist monk are among the delegates and it has been a momentous effort on the part of the movement and its people.

The movement has crippled the governments of every continent and to think it all started with Red.

An idea. 

Red sits in his room and thinks of what he is going to say to these people.

He does not like to write speeches and he is blessed in the fact that when he talks he is able to say what needs to be said.

Flenardo and the Spook stand with him as they pass the blunt between them and get ready to go to the place where they are meeting. It is located on a college campus that the movement controls now and it used to be a rather large bomb shelter.

Shalonda and Velvety walk in and they are dressed so nice that Red almost forgets the fact that they are at war.

They are about to leave when rosemarie enters the room and Reds breath catches in his throat. 

Goddamn!!!

He and Rosemarie have been around each other since the kiss but they have kept it platonic and there now seems to be some sort of barrier between them. An unspoken tension.

She is wearing a blue dress and it does not hide the fact that Rosemarie is fine as hell.

That she has such a nice ass.

Red makes himself look away from her as they walk out of the building and get into the vehicles and Rosemarie climbs into the vehicle which holds Red as well as the Spook and Flenardo.

As they drive through the streets of the city Red looks out of the window and sees children playing in the rubble of war and he watches them as they drive by. One of the children: a boy turns and waves as the convoy passes and Red tells the driver to stop the convoy. 

Red gets out of the vehicle and walks towards the children who stop playing and walk to him. 

He looks at the boy that waved at him and says "Whats your name man."

the boy looks at him with no fear in his eyes and says my name is Kaleb.

It's like the rug has been pulled from under him as the name reverberates in his mind.

"Red looks at the boy and says how old are you little man?"

'I am 11 years old.'

WTF?

Where are your parents?"

"My mother is over there" he says as he points at a building which stands like a lone sentinel in the middle of all the destruction.

"My daddy is a soldier in the movement." When he says this he puffs out his chest and looks at his friends.

Red can tell that they look up to him for this reason.

"What do you want to be when you grow up lil man? Who do you wanna be?"

The boy looks him in his eyes and says "You...I want to be like you."

Red is so taken by emotion that he has to look away for a moment before he tells the children bye and he turns and walks back to his vehicle.

There are tears in his eyes as he walks.

Kaleb.

His son was named that.

He died when he was three.

Red climbs into the vehicle and Rosemarie looks at him as he gets in. It looks like she wants to say something but she just turns her head and looks out of the window.

They arrive at the university and climb out of their vehicles and make their way into the bomb shelter.

It is filled with delegates and Red hears so many languages and dialects that he is startled for a minute.

It still takes a minute for the magnitude of this thing to hit him sometimes.

The room goes silent as he and his council walk in. They make their way to the stage and every eye in the room follows them.

Red walks to the center of the stage and takes the mic from the stand and begins to speak.

"Today as I look out and see this great gathering I am reminded that we do this not for our generation but for the generations to come. We have all lived under the boots of so many govenments that have not cared about us in the least. We have been worked until we die and then our children are worked until they die. We have lived as the gears in a machine that grinds us up and replaces us with new gears time and time again. 

Our resources have been taken away and we linger in the desert of want.

It has long been past the time that we as humans aspired to reach the next level.

We have been grounded by religion and racism as we have been raped and lied to by the people who were placed there to protect us.

Scraping at life as our lives seem to have less and less value.

As things are done to us right in our faces and our voices bear no weight.

Well let me tell you something.

I have seen the future and it is not controlled by the few but by the many.

I have seen the future and it contains a world so beautiful that it will be the envy of the universe.

I have seen the future and in the future I see the scientists working not for govenments but for the people. For the good of us as a whole."

"He reaches to his hip and pulls the Desert Eagle from its holster and holds it in the air as he says. "I have seen a future without these!"

The delegates stand and there is the deafening roar of applause as a man steps from the audience and fires 3 shots in Reds direction. 

Red is hit in the shoulder and he spins as the bullets force knocks him down.

The other bullet hits an aide who stands on the stage.

It hits her in the chest and she falls as blood starts to pour from her wound.

The third bullet catches Rosemarie and Red watches as she falls.

It seems to be in slow motion and he finds himself rising and rushing to her side as the delegates and soldiers swarm the man who fired the shots.

They subdue him and everyone looks to the stage where Red is holding Rosemarie in his arms as Tears roll down his face.