The president is in town, before it is time for her to head back to Washington she goes to a park, as a news reporter trying to get a statement from the president I go to the park. Upon being turned away and seeing how lax her security is I start heading back but instead returning to the station in defeat I pick up a friend and her daughter and make my way back, so as to seem like we’re just visiting the park. When we get there I see that security has been dismissed and there are other women around, there have been rumors going around for awhile about a nationwide cult called The Women of Genesis and there is a sing song chant that accompanies discussion of it, after we park we sit for a moment and look around and notice there is a group of women including the president sitting in a large circle off to the side on the grass they’re sitting about a foot apart and saying something in unison. When they realized that we were there and watching them they started making their way over to us, only then did we realize how pale and emaciated they all appeared, as they walked over slowly and steadily they continued their chant and it was the very one all had come to associate with the mere mention of The Women of Genesis. We were locking the doors almost as quickly as we realized they were coming towards us but not quite fast enough and they were able to pull me out of the car, I screamed to my friend to just go and get her daughter out of there she was upset but knew she had to and they sped away. I tried to fight but they weren’t strong but there were perhaps 15 of them, they sat me down hard, two stayed at my sides and the rest remade the circle, that is apart from the president who sat in front of me telling me about their cult and what they planned to do to me( she told me the name of the man who had started it all I don’t remember his name ). All of them had needles and tubes running up and down their right arm, once you join the cult you are young and beautiful, like you haven’t been in many years, for a month’s time and then you grow frail and weak and have to bloodlet for him and when you do you will be rewarded and refreshed again. They must have knocked me out because when I wake up I don’t know that they have done this to me and my memory has been taken because the next thing I remember I’m in a bar drinking and talking to a friend of mine who is a cop ( there is a Mexican actor who he looks like but I can’t remember his name so will refer to him as Julio ). Though he is in uniform he’s drinking a pint with me. Cody is there he is a friend and I believe the proprietor of the bar. I’m talking with the Julio and he’s trying to be sure that I’m okay because I seem to be staggering I just tell him “yes, I am okay, how could I not be, it’s only my first beer” he relents for a moment and walks over and sits at a table and I follow still staggering and asks again if I’m alright, a little less sure and breathy in rapid succession say, ” I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay” more as if to convince myself since it’s becoming clear that I’m not and I’m getting a little scared. There’s a little clock radio sitting on the table and suddenly it repeats what I said the three of us look at each other clearly shocked and disturbed, not understanding how this could be possible, it just keeps repeating it over and over. Cody comes over with his phone and records it and filters the audio to find the background noise we hear women talking about a news woman ( specifically from my Network whose company initials are A. A. but I don’t recall exactly what it was ) who had been at the park they both look at me and ask if I’ve been to the park recently, I’m dumbfounded because as far as I know I haven’t but it sounds right I begin to get really, really scared. Cody asks me what the last thing is I remember before coming to the bar, I just start shaking my head because I don’t remember, I say that it’s just a black hole that I remember getting ready to try to get a word with the president because she was coming to town. By this time I am shaking, the two of them look at each other and their eyes grow wide, I tug on Cody’s arm and ask him what’s wrong, he just looks down at me shocked and a little sad, he tells me, “that that was almost two days ago” I drop both beer glasses I was holding, as they crash on the floor my knees go weak and I can’t catch my breath, I start to fall but Cody holds me up, my Julio pulls out a chair at the table and Cody half carries half guides me to it and sets me down. I’m a million miles away trying to search the dark recesses of my mind for what is missing, the two of them are talking, I’m not sure about what, once I realize my attempts to remember are useless and failing, I look up and refocus on them they’re talking about figuring out what the hell is going on, about what happened to me. I sit there just watching them, slowly it dawns on me how much more my right arm hurts and it’s warm I look down at the sleeve of my shirt and though it is black, it appears to be becoming darker, I push up my sleeve and inhale sharply. Tears are forming at my eyes, there are many small puncture wounds an inch apart running up my arm, I have to see how far it goes, how many there are. The two of them are already coming back over to me, by the time they are within arm’s reach I have already pulled off my shirt the wounds stop just short of my armpit, four of them have begun to bleed from where Cody grabbed me to keep me from falling. . .