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  • " I Dare you... No, I double Dare YOU, to cross this line'' She taunted in the most brutal way a young girl can, while she was fullly aware that practicing the supply-side economics of Bitch 101 may be her true vocation. Only suffering of others and time, would tell . Her

    practiced nuances of sneer, ridicule and self serving sense of entitlement needed work, but you could tell, even from an early age, she

    was going to be formidable, if someone didn't interceed. Her voice control was excellent, but with attention , you could tell that her Timing

    would soon become devasting and impossible to control.

    Her use of inuendo was rough, the Whine was passive agressive with heavy guilt , a little overdone, and although she had no womanly

    physicality yet , you knew, that they would be included into the arsenal asap with predator like appreciation, affecionados of that game

    hold in high esteem . But all this was nothing, compared to Cindees Hate.. REAL black , not just a passing phase, like all the other children who try on emotional outfits once a week. No, this was something you just can't fake and she had it in Spades and wore it like Prada. Oh yes, she was going places.

    At only eight years old, she had driven her brother away from her before he was 5. He Knew the score and wasn't waiting around .

    He knew he was unable to cope with her military procession when her personal parading started to get on track, so he made up his own mind to study camoflage, using Jane's military guide as a his main reference... It was Musashi, Ki'en zchow, Talmadge and Lou tzu ( the local garbage man, who befriended Martin, when he was 3) These were his early influences and saviors.

    He spent hours, "Not being there" or where she thought she could corner him for blood sport and in doing so, he had plenty

    of " Safe Time" in which to develop other aspects of his own expanding concepts in the black ninja arts of being the

    younger/smaller/nimble/more intelligent brother. He has his own sense of survival that would make any drill sargent envious.

    Their parents had no idea of their struggle for domination in and out of the house. The list of her agressive tactics that were being worked out were covert in the best tradition of the word. She was practicing full time. Like cat's love to play with mice, she sought out

    her so- called girlfriends and young boys she fed on in school were only a stepping stone to becoming a true Sociopath and of

    course the ultimate control of her sibling for the Rest of his LIFE was her immediate goals.

    He, of course had other plans and in secret he developed them... To his credit, she really hadn't thought it out to well , failing to notice that

    most times she wanted to "practice", she couldn't find him. There was a mild frustration growing in her, but she was unsure about it and

    was easily distracted by other outlets, such as her acces to " Chat" systems , which gave her ample blood in which to spill as she inflicted

    all sorts of pain on the unsuspecting and the unwary. Obvioulsly , this was not going to be her brothers fate, but none the less, the worm

    was starting to turn inside her fractered kaliedescope picture, of what HER world, should be. She had all the confidence needed to ignore all the signs presented, and it was exactly that unknown, that her brother was exploiting by filling her with grey area blindness.

    And So Starts a little family orchestra/ ballet/ Rock Opera...... though Mattin dispensed with her machinazations many years ago, I am sorry to
    say, that he had to leave her so wounded, that she still hasn't recovered.. Now, she only has meaness left, but this story will focus on WHAT WOULD OF HAPPENED if he hadn't been able to defeat her.. I know, i know... not your usual nice little Rockwell fairly tale about loving siblings, but please, hear me out, before you come to any conclusions.. That's all I ask..

    hop..
    know who Cathy Trask was?
    know who Owen Meany was?
    This is where they meet as brother and sister
    soundtrack.. Lonely Waters by Morrin
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