The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs
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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs
CH18 Gold
It was dark, and it was chili out. Brandon sat on the bleachers with forty-thousand others while his father spewed out hatred to them. The brown haired boy heard his dad cursing long-haired men, and then he continued with disabled children and adults. The hatred went on for anyone that did not conform to his thoughts, and that was almost everyone. Worse yet, the man quoted the bible out of context to prove what he and God wanted.
The Reverend Eddie Milner had the ear of over ten thousand millionaires and two generations of presidents. The donations he received by themselves, from those people, made up almost ten percent of his income. By non-church standards that would make him the wealthiest man on the planet. Because of good financial planning of course, it was all hidden in hundreds of businesses and church charities, and only about twenty-five percent of it was attributed to the church itself.
Brandon was used to it. He had heard it since he was just a baby. Now at 12, he could look around at the empire his father had built on hate and fear. They were wealthy, they lived in a mansion, Brandon had four German Shepard's so well trained a nod would cause them to attack. They had a royal pool and he understood he got anything he wanted because of productions like he witnessed today.
His dad stood on the big stage with one hundred other people, all tuned into his way of thinking, all doing his bidding. His father wore a fancy suit, he spoke with authority. Brandon loved his dad, and knew his dad was right about everything. Talking bad about his father would bring Brandon's wrath on you and no one at school dared to even look Brandon in the eye. Brandon was not a bully, but he didn't take kindly to anyone getting in his way. The only friend he has was his father, and that is all he needed.
Brandon was ready for his cue and listened close, "To show all of you how sensible I am about what I believe; I want to call my beautiful son Brandon to the stage for a few minutes."
Brandon stood; the cameras from the stadium magically were on him, which was planned of course. He raised his arms n victory and ran out to the field and ran upon the stage giving his father a big hug. His father stood over six feet tall, and could easily pick up and hold his tough, lightweight son. Edward Milner was proud of his son.
His father ranted on with derogatory remarks about people including race, color creed and sexual preferences and when he was finished he pushed Brandon back a little and said, "Brandon what do you think of these people?"
Little Brandon smiled, "They should kill themselves and make the world a better place for those of us that are willing to work, that are willing to pay taxes, and love God, and HE does not accept welfare unless they are children or the elderly who gave everything to the community!"
The crowd roared their approval. Of course Brandon ate up the attention, he had been on local news saying the same thing countless of times. Brandon's mother had left when he was born, and he had not seen or heard from her since. Everything he knew he learned from his father.
Brandon was chauffeured to school each day with a bodyguard at his side. Armed men watched over the house twenty four hours a day. The school was a special school for over five-thousand children whose parents followed the teachings of Edward Milner. Summer camp was always great with an entire summer of play until you were twenty years old, and many of the older boys and girls because counselors to the younger ones as paid staff.
Yes, Brandon had everything a kid would want, and what happened at home every day, sometimes several times a day, Brandon thought was normal for every boy. After all, how can he know how to love a woman if his father did not teach him everything? For Brandon and his father, it was fun too.
The drive home was long and boring; Brandon fell asleep in his father's lap in the back seat of the limousine. He was happy he did everything as he was taught. He felt his father's hand rubbing him and keeping him safe. Brandon was one of the best cared for boys in the world, but there were dark secrets Brandon was a part of, and more he did not even know existed.
The next morning Brandon woke up and ran to the bathroom to pee. His father was already up and in the shower. Although there were several bathrooms and eight bedrooms, Brandon slept in his father's bed since he was five or six, he couldn't remember. All he knew is he was loved and comfortable.
His father pulled him in the shower and started washing the boy. Brandon giggled and felt as if he were in heaven with the tickling and washing. Then he started washing his father. He stopped and looked, "Oh oh daddy, it got big!"
The senior Milner looked down, "Well I wonder if that was done on purpose?"
Brandon giggled, "I am pretty sure it happened on purpose!"
Milner grabbed a tube of jell and opened it watching his son squirm and giggle. His father laughed and picked up his son, making sure the gel was put in its place, exactly where Brandon wanted it. Milner then let his son slip down upon the protrusion and held him close while Brandon squirmed and wiggled until they were both clean and ready for a nap.
When Brandon woke up he didn't dress. His father had woken up earlier and went down stairs. Brandon sighed, grabbed his teddy bear and went downstairs where Sara would have his breakfast ready or almost ready. He smiled at him, "How was the rally last night?" The black lady asked.
"It was fine, if it's any of your business. They made less than two million, but next week's rally is sold out at double the cost in Phoenix, and that will be a cool seven million dollars after expenses." Brandon explained.
"Well you just make sure you get a lot of rest. I can't tell you to do your school work, but I worry about you even if you don't care for me. Brandon, the work of the Lord is not about money it is about salvation" She smiled as she poured his milk.
Brandon shrugged, "I care about you, but you just never learn your place unless dad is around. I do listen to you too, but sometimes you think are a boss and I only do what dad says."
She nodded and sighed, "Yes, I have heard that all your life."
"Well can't you black people learn? Just because one lied to get to be president, doesn't give any of you the right to think you're in the same class as whites. We have hundreds of years of education before you even knew about clothes." Brandon was not upset. It was the standard conversation, although today Sarah was a little more docile than usual.
The woman went about her work and left the boy alone. Brandon finished eating and went looking for his dad. He and others were in the meeting room near the house. One of the guards escorted the boy and stood outside waiting for him.
Brandon waved to everyone and said hello. Without clothes on he set as his father's lap. Milner wrapped an arm around his boy but spoke to the other men, "I don't want Russian weapons, I want American weapons. How are we supposed to fight if we can't get the ammunition?" He spoke quietly to the group, "Payne did procure twenty four anti-tank launchers. I am pleased about that. What about the cleanup for summer camp? School is almost out." He asked.
Baker nodded, "We have one hundred volunteers plus the staff, so it will be readied and supplied. We have a full camp however, and hundreds of parents are crying that they can't get their children into it."
Milner frowned, "Is there time to build more barracks for them?"
"Maybe a few can be built, but not enough for everyone. The dining hall is packed now." Baker explained.
Milner sighed, "Ralph I want you to work with Baker, get enough barracks built for those kids, and get another mess hall built. Remodel the Post Exchange with tiles, paint and displays. Baker don't overcharge those kids this year, last year you broke half them before the summer was over. We are here to train them not to rob them."
"Yes sir." Baker answered.
"Pete, for next weekend in Phoenix, you are sure we are sold out?"
Pete looked over at the four suitcases full of cash, "Very sure, and that does not include the few thousand that will show at the last minute at double the price. I know that is what pays the expenses, but it does help."
"That can be taken to the broker after the meeting, and exchange it for gold as usual. We don't need it disappearing on us." Sanders said allowed.
From behind Milner a voice spoke, "Sir, will Master Brandon be going to Phoenix?" It was Ted Mercury, one of the most feared hit men and bodyguards in all of California.
Brandon squirmed in his dad's lap and looked behind, "Ted you didn't wake me up this morning, and I could have wet the bed!"
The rest of the room laughed. Ted tilted his head, "You haven't wet the bed for three years!"
"Yes but I almost did." Brandon turned to his father, "Am I going? There are three water parks there I would like to go to."
"You are going, as long as you don't stay out past dinner time. I want you at the rally. Everyone will want to see Mister Muscle man Ted over there in his Calderas anyway." Milner laughed as he tickled the boy.
Brandon laughed and got up from his father's lap, "We are going to the pool. You guys have fun discussing world domination."
With that the group laughed harder as Ted took Brandon's hand and they walked to the pool. Brandon loved Ted, not in the same way has he would love a family, but Ted took care of him and made sure he was safe. Brandon could not remember it, but when he was about five, someone tried to kidnap him. Before the getaway car got a half mile away Ted Mercury had killed the driver and the kidnappers. Then he went and killed all the accomplices before the police had any clue of what happened.
What Brandon did not know was that the abduction was not a real kidnapping, but a failed attempt by his mother to save Brandon from the tyranny of her husband, Eddie Milner. Yes, it was Ted that killed the boy's mother, and Ted would kill anyone that tried to take away anything that the Reverend Eddie Milner loved. Not only was Ted a well-paid body guard, he was a devoted believer in what Milner taught.
Ted Mercury was only one man, in an army of angels-of-doom, which Milner had built into his vast empire. For now, he would take care of Brandon. First swimming, then school, after school they would go to the karate school, and then the boy would do his homework. After that the boy and his dad would have their private play time. That was a time that Ted had the most trouble. He knew what Milner and his son were doing, and felt that even though it may be ordained, it was against the laws of man at the same time.
Ted Milner knew that Brandon, without the boys knowledge, had been trained as an assassin since he could walk. Brandon would be the next leader of the church, and that made Brandon his favorite person in the world, and the most protected. On the other hand, if Eddie Milner felt betrayed by Brandon, Ted would have no qualms about the boy disappearing for good, for the sake of the church. Then again, Ted Mercury wondered if the unsuspecting Bandon would have the knowledge to overcome a situation like that. Ted would be ready for it and make the death not only look accidental, but do it in a way the boy would not suffer.
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