Rosatto's meeting

Rosatto could feel the change of the winds as he stood amongst his beautiful garden. The dead roots, brown dirt, and dull, grey gravel suited the earth perfectly. Rosatto loved to watch his dead garden rustle in the wind and the dreary, dead leaves lose all of their color. Oh, it reminded him of the legend that had started two or three years ago. The story had it, that a shadow would kill anyone who enacted bad, or violence on the world. A karma of sorts, a hitman for the reaper himself. Of course, Rosatto knew that was not a legend or a fairytale, no it couldn't be, the reaper's hitman had been following him for some time now.

Why was Rosatto out here again? He knew he had come outside for some reason other than to adore his beautiful foliage. Oh yes, yet again the wind had changed. Rosatto could feel it, oh yes. His long and narrow fingers clanked against each other as Rosatto grew impatient with anticipation. For the winds changing had not been Rosatto's plan, and god had not warned him of these things. Rosatto paced, anxiety and nerves filled his system. He began to laugh at the absurdity of his own thoughts. "I must be dreaming, my friends." He yelled out to the open air. "For god would have told me if the wind was to change."

10 Years Ago...?

"Get your ass in here [Rosatto,]" his mother called to him. He was in his room shuffling a deck of cards. His long, lanky fingers running along the cards faces. This was his escape, his serenity. "Did you not hear me you fuckin' disappointment!" His mom's screechy voice yelled for him. This time [Rosatto] solemnly started to walk down the narrow, yellow hallway that led to the kitchen. The paint was chipped off the walls and there was no decoration. As [Rosatto] glanced into the kitchen he saw his mom. She was a scraggly person and very skinny, in her left hand she held a bottle of tequila. She looked over to him, a sour look pasted on her face. "Why are there dishes in my sink?!" "I uh-," "no excuses! This is why you're a useless, unwanted child!" His mom stalked over to him and slapped him right across the face. "If these dishes aren't done in the next thirty second, I swear to fuckin' god I'll beat you 'til your useless heart stops beating." With that [Rosatto's] mom stomped out of the room with her now half empty vodka bottle.

Present Day...

Rosatto remembered those parts of his childhood like they were yesterday. But why couldn't he remember anything good? Rosatto's mind blanked, what was he thinking about? The wind was strong today and a chill went though Rosatto's spine. Oh yes, the meeting was in an hour, he should get ready for that.

A birds wings sweep by the tall, metallic skyscraper. The windows have a bluish tint to them and the skyscraper sways in the wind. Nobody would suspect that in this lone skyscraper in Birmingham, Alabama, where many bombings have happened, would be the most important meeting of the year.

 "Hello boys," Rosatto smiled as he strutted into the room. There were seven total figures in the room today, only four of them were human. The three greatest quantum computers ever built stood in front of them too. Nobody knew who created them, or who innovated an AI so intelligent that it basically became a god. Three of the men were incognito while Rosatto never got the point of that stuff, they all knew who he was. As the thick, industrial wooden door closed, the meeting began. The first man began to speak, "I called this meeting to discuss the recent events of the AI's doing. It promised us a better world, and yet us humans are worse off than we've ever been." Rosatto snickered and the quickly quieted. These people were fools, they thought that a better world had humans in it? The same humans that just listened to AI and blew up the world? The same humans that went through two world wars because they didn't know how to share? The same humankind that has enslaved and killed their own kind for millions upon millions of years because they look different?! No, a better world was a world void of all humankind. All people deserved death and nothing short of it. Rosatto would only stay around to make sure gods will was done. The virus that was humankind would be eliminated from existence.

When Rosatto tuned back into the meeting, the others were talking about the AI. "I don't think it has our best course of action in mind." said the incognito man sitting across from Rosatto. "I say we give it at least another year, remember the AI said it would be rough but do you remember the alternative?" The room went quiet as this man mentioned the alternative. That was a dark road that they'd luckily avoided. It was the determining factor that made all the twenty original people in the council choose to trust the AI. Of course there were only four people left now, some of them had to be eliminated for Rosatto's plan to work. "My friends," Rosatto exclaimed as he stood up. "Do you know what the gods want?" A man spoke up to correct Rosatto. "They're AI not gods."

Rosatto felt the excitement bubbling up in his throat. This was it, his plan would finally unfold, everything would be perfect. "I hope you all know, the god's plan is to kill all of humanity." The men gasped unanimously at this, they were so naive and stupid. Rosatto pulled out his luger from his pocket, his plan was to kill all of the men. This was going to be great! The plan he'd waited so long to execute would finally unfold.

The shadows creeped forward, he'd been waiting for this to happen all along. As Rosatto leveled his luger at one of the three men, the shadow revealed himself. The legend clad in black who stood tall even in such a dire situation as this. The reapers hitman was among them. Rosatto glanced over, shocked from his appearance. "No, the gods, they never told me you'd be here. No! You weren't supposed to strike today! The plan is not foiled! The plan will stay as it is. I'll kill you!" The Reaper's Hitman muttered two worlds in response. "Try me."