Author's Note: Well hello faithful readers and amoureux of écriture alike! This is the sequel to the story "Blacktie." on this club. So, if u haven't read it, go ahead a check it out, as this requires some prior knowledge. If u have read it, then awesome! Revenge is a dish best served in a tuxedo! lol.

The nighttime air was calm and the sky was dyed with a deep and reflective blue-black shade. Blacktie was still giddy over the successful trial run of his mental recall technology. He brushed himself off lightly and straightened his bow tie as he began to walk down Meredith rue towards his final destination: 4444 Desperata Ave. "It's Friday.", he whispered indignantly to himself, "Too glad it's Friday." Blacktie casually strode on for a good ten minutes before he noticed something uncannily disturbing. For the first time, Blacktie was panicing. He quickly set his cane down upon the sidewalk and put a finger to the center of his bow tie. "Goodness!", he exclaimed, "The device! What on Earth happened to the device?" The small metal ball containing the radiation necessary for brainwave interference had been lost. "How could it have fallen-" His train of thought was interrupted and an insane burst of laughter erupted from the tuxedoed murderer. "No matter." He picked the cane back up and began to gently coax the crow's head handle. "The real power lies within our minds." Once again, he felt his pulse quicken and his senses sharpen as his vision became blanketed par that familiar blue film. The tie began to blink plus slowly than it had the précédant night, as if deciding between the eerie blue glow and it's regular black shade. Soon, it had settled entirely on the blue glow. "That's plus like it." Blacktie then closed his eyes and reopened them to find that his vision had returned back to normal, and the tie back to the elegantly fierce black. "The control....", he hissed. "So much...control.

"Push me faster mommy! Push me faster!" "Alright, sweetheart." Blacktie's head jerked towards an image of a short young woman pushing a small child on a balançoire, swing at the park across the street. The park was a ghosttown and the lady and her child were the only two there that evening. "Disgusting.", he spat as his gait quickened. "Mommy, mommy! Look at that man over there! He looks funny!" "Don't say that.", the lady replied in a motherly tone, "It's not polite to point, sweetie." Blacktie suddenly stopped walking and let out an amused chuckle. "Kids these days.", he whispered. Without a pause in between, he began to walk eagerly towards the two. "Good evening, ma'am.", he inquired as he removed his casquette, cap and extended an open hand, "Might I ask what toi lovely folks are doing out at this hour." A little taken aback par the villain's eloquence, the young lady nervously took his hand and shook it slowly. "Well, I just thought Junior and I could use some mommy-son time.", she replied playfully, "...His father is never around. He's out on a business trip." "Oh, really." A thinly disguised sneer took refuge underneath Blacktie's sympathetic frown. "My father was often...away. I see how that could be quite...taxing for a boy such as your Junior here." He cleared his throat. "I believe I haven't taken the liberty of properly introducing myself. I am Dr. R.E Venge, master psychologist." "...Uh, pleased to meet toi Dr. Venge. I'm Amy. And this is James Jr." "Hiya, mister!", the boy exclaimed. "Hello, Junior. How are toi tonight?" Blacktie stared gently into the boy's eyes as his vision re-assumed the blue tint. He was quite pleased with what he saw. The child's gleeful expression shifted into a dazed stare. "I'm alright. How are you?" "Oh, me?", he asked. "I'm just incredible tonight. Going to a dîner party." A wicked smile appeared on the well-dressed villain's face and his vision and tie returned to normal. "Uh, okay Dr. Venge, I think we otta go.", a dit Amy, plus nervous than before. She picked Junior up off of the balançoire, swing and grabbed his hand tightly. He seemed to be slightly dizzy. "Oh, do toi really have to go now? That's quite a shame Mrs....Witherspoon."How did yo-" "Let's just say I'm a different sort of doctor." With that, Amy and her son disappeared into a crimson Mercedes E-Class, and sped down Meredith rue away from the park and the dimly lit balançoire, swing set. "Still working like a charm.", grinned Blacktie.

"Be right back, evryone. Someone's at the door." Margaret Baker walked out of the living room and toward her front door with gentle feet. "Hi, sir. Who are you? I'm not interested in your product." Typical aunt Margaret. "Oh, I'm not selling anything, ma'am.", a dit Blacktie politely. "You see, my name is Dr. R.E Venge. I am a master psychologist. I heard that there was a gathering here tonight." "You heard correctly." Margaret raised a skeptical brow. "Have I seen your before, sir." "Maybe. I'm quite well known in the field of psychology. I've come to inquire about your nephew, Anthony. I've been hearing that he is in dire need of help." "My Anthony? Oh no, sir toi must be mistaken. Are toi one of those crackpot teachers up at that school? I'll have toi know that I am an excellent guardian and that there is absolutely nothing wrong with my Anthony!" "Well, hasn't he been Lost for the last jour ou so?", Blacktie injected, feeling accomplished in dismantling his aunt's argument. "Why, yes...but, I'm going to-" "When are toi going to look for him?" "Well, when...uh, when..." "Let's hear it." "When..uh...tomorrow. After thé is over....Sir I'm going to have to ask toi to lea-" "Looking for him won't be necessary. He's right here." "Anthony!?", she screamed before falling into a dazed stupor. "Now, aunt Margaret. Tell me where my parents are." "I don't know," She was struggling to stand and her body went cold. "They've been dead for ye-" "THE TRUTH, MARGARET!", he demanded. "I don't know." "YOU LIAR!", he yelled. par this time, the whole entryway had been set ablaze par bright blue flames, and the eyes and bow tie shone brightly. "Now look at me, Margaret." The woman involuntarily stared into his hazy blue eye sockets. "Oh no!", she screamed, "Anthony, please!" Her pleas were ignored. "What do toi see?" Margaret was crying heavy tears and knelt down upon the ground as if begging him for mercy. She saw four little girls at church, one of which was separate from the others. She saw that same little girl sitting in the corner of a U.S History classroom, a dunce casquette, cap on her head and a bright red nose strapped across her face. She heard boisterous laughs from the rest of the students. But, most of all, Margaret saw the silhouette of an angry middle-aged teacher holding a wooden rod and frowning coldly at the frightened little girl. Blacktie's eyes and bow tie ceased glowing. "Anthony. I'm sorry.", whispered Margaret as she fell gradually deeper into an endless slumber. "Sorry?", he murmured. "No toi aren't. The glowing blue flames left the entryway and everything was as it was before, but Margaret Baker was dead. Blacktie overheard laughter and lighthearted conversation from the living room. "Jamie.", he hissed angrily, "And Lola."

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