Ghost Stories
Chapter Nine: This Is Gospel
But my dreams are cut short as I am brought back to face cold, hard reality when I hear a booming evil laugh echo throughout the void
In that moment I realize this is the end. The Master has come for us, he will drain our essence and leave only residue behind. He will destroy us.
“You foolish children, you come to my lair and have the audacity to think you can defeat me? You’re even more ignorant than you look. I am a god, you are mere corpses. I am a being that strikes fear into the hearts of men everywhere. I am humanity’s worst nightmare. I am-“ The Master’s speech is interrupted as Pete fires off a shot into the air, then ever so gracefully blows the remaining smoke away from the top of his revolver.
“Listen up you motherfucker, stop with all this bullshit, you’re nothing, no one fears you, I mean come on you don’t even have the balls to face us head on, instead you hide behind your walls like a little scared bitch. You’re such a fucking joke, a poor excuse for a self-proclaimed ‘god’, they kicked your sorry ass outta heaven remember that, sweetheart? “Pete screams as a smirk rests upon his face. Everyone stares at him out of pure shock. Fearful of the consequences his reckless actions will bring.
“How dare you speak to me like that!? However I admire your courage and ruthlessness my dear Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III, but in the end you’re nothing more than a stupid, ignorant child trying to make himself into a hero. Now my children your time in the afterlife has come to an end. Your final demises will not be swift however, they will be long and painful….by the time I’m finished you will be begging like dogs.” The Master laughs as suddenly a black hole appears in the usual empty white void. The sound of a thousand bombs exploding engulfs the silence, making my ears bleed as a scream erupts from my lips and I cover my ears in an attempt to end my agony. I fall to my knees, resting on nothingness. Tears fill my eyes as I grit my teeth and look up just in time to see The Master and hundreds of his giant minions step out of the hole and into the void. A villainous smile rests promptly on The Master’s ashen face which tells the story of battles fought. Scars paint his face, making him a ghastly sight. Another booming laugh escapes his worn, and chapped lips. I regain my strength as I stand up, my sword in my shaking hand, my revolver in the other. I won’t give up without a fight. I prepare my next words carefully, remembering a speech Brendon once gave. I raise my blade high, as my comrades do the same.
“This is gospel for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling their philosophies from pieces of broken memories. Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds but they haven’t seen the best of us yet. This is gospel for the vagabonds, ne’er-do-wells, and insufferable bastards. Confessing their apostasies, led away by imperfect impostors!” I scream with all of my might hoping I rallied my forces enough, and that what I said wasn’t a bunch of bullshit. I hear a battle cry erupt from The Black Parade, music fills the air, as its members charge full force at The Master and his demons. I follow and charge myself heading straight for The Master. Even though we are severely outnumbered, we have faith and hope on our side. While they only have a corrupt ideology and mass graves. I leap into the air, while firing my revolver, the bullet connecting with The Master’s shoulder, smoke and blood fills the air. “Even gods bleed.” I mumble while striking my sword directly into the false god’s dark and loathsome heart. He lets out a moan of pure pain but he doesn’t erupt into flames like his demons, he still stands as he rips the sword out of his chest, throwing it to the ground. While letting out a terrifying laugh.
“I’m not that easy to kill sweetie.” The Master says as his powerful hands wrap around my neck, lifting me high into the air, I hear the sound of my bones crushing as the world fades to black.
In that moment I realize this is the end. The Master has come for us, he will drain our essence and leave only residue behind. He will destroy us.
“You foolish children, you come to my lair and have the audacity to think you can defeat me? You’re even more ignorant than you look. I am a god, you are mere corpses. I am a being that strikes fear into the hearts of men everywhere. I am humanity’s worst nightmare. I am-“ The Master’s speech is interrupted as Pete fires off a shot into the air, then ever so gracefully blows the remaining smoke away from the top of his revolver.
“Listen up you motherfucker, stop with all this bullshit, you’re nothing, no one fears you, I mean come on you don’t even have the balls to face us head on, instead you hide behind your walls like a little scared bitch. You’re such a fucking joke, a poor excuse for a self-proclaimed ‘god’, they kicked your sorry ass outta heaven remember that, sweetheart? “Pete screams as a smirk rests upon his face. Everyone stares at him out of pure shock. Fearful of the consequences his reckless actions will bring.
“How dare you speak to me like that!? However I admire your courage and ruthlessness my dear Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III, but in the end you’re nothing more than a stupid, ignorant child trying to make himself into a hero. Now my children your time in the afterlife has come to an end. Your final demises will not be swift however, they will be long and painful….by the time I’m finished you will be begging like dogs.” The Master laughs as suddenly a black hole appears in the usual empty white void. The sound of a thousand bombs exploding engulfs the silence, making my ears bleed as a scream erupts from my lips and I cover my ears in an attempt to end my agony. I fall to my knees, resting on nothingness. Tears fill my eyes as I grit my teeth and look up just in time to see The Master and hundreds of his giant minions step out of the hole and into the void. A villainous smile rests promptly on The Master’s ashen face which tells the story of battles fought. Scars paint his face, making him a ghastly sight. Another booming laugh escapes his worn, and chapped lips. I regain my strength as I stand up, my sword in my shaking hand, my revolver in the other. I won’t give up without a fight. I prepare my next words carefully, remembering a speech Brendon once gave. I raise my blade high, as my comrades do the same.
“This is gospel for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling their philosophies from pieces of broken memories. Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds but they haven’t seen the best of us yet. This is gospel for the vagabonds, ne’er-do-wells, and insufferable bastards. Confessing their apostasies, led away by imperfect impostors!” I scream with all of my might hoping I rallied my forces enough, and that what I said wasn’t a bunch of bullshit. I hear a battle cry erupt from The Black Parade, music fills the air, as its members charge full force at The Master and his demons. I follow and charge myself heading straight for The Master. Even though we are severely outnumbered, we have faith and hope on our side. While they only have a corrupt ideology and mass graves. I leap into the air, while firing my revolver, the bullet connecting with The Master’s shoulder, smoke and blood fills the air. “Even gods bleed.” I mumble while striking my sword directly into the false god’s dark and loathsome heart. He lets out a moan of pure pain but he doesn’t erupt into flames like his demons, he still stands as he rips the sword out of his chest, throwing it to the ground. While letting out a terrifying laugh.
“I’m not that easy to kill sweetie.” The Master says as his powerful hands wrap around my neck, lifting me high into the air, I hear the sound of my bones crushing as the world fades to black.
Notes
Hello my beautiful peoples. I'm sorry it's so short but I really wanted to update, I hope to post another chapter by the end of tonight. But until then...I love you and thank you again, you have no idea how much it makes me happy every time I see a comment or someone has subscribed. I almost explode out of happiness. But that's a good thing. REMEMBER THIS WE'LL CARRY ON.
I like the 2nd and 5th ones :)
7/9/15