I swore I'd never come near the other writing section excluding the poetry sub-forum, which if you go there it tells you why. Anyway this is the following story to the sub-story, "Drenched in Blood". Go read that if you already haven't. Anyway, after the last scene, you'd expect it to be over, right? It's not gonna work that way.
Evil Angel
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Hold it together, birds of a feather,
Nothing but lies and crooked wings.
I have the answer, spreading the cancer,
You are the faith inside me.
Put me to sleep evil angel.
Open your wings evil angel.
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Chapter One:
Everything Should be alright
Chad twitched.
Andra followed suit.
They both suddenly bolted upright and looked at each other.
"Um...aren't we...y'know dead-?"
A knocking at the Soul House stole their glances at each other to stare. A young girl, no more then 10, stood there, eyes closed with her mouth open in a toothy grin, her light blond hair swishing to and fro. Chad was the first one to scurry towards the window.
"Hello, I-" The girl started.
"Okay," Chad interupped,"tell us what the hell happened, now."
"Well,” the girl started again, “you have died your death in the Soul House. As you can see of course. And-"
"Okay, then why isn't Andra gone?" he asked, pointing over at her."She died before the soul house."
"Well since a living one was inside there at the time of second death, her body didn't move on just yet. There are many rules to follow and such at this place and many are-'
"Okay, now who are you?"
Her eyes fluttered open as she started."I am your Moderator. I would have come out earlier, but we can't show ourselves to living ones. You know that room with the key? An invisible door to lead to where I live was somewhere around in there. Moderators direct the dead on everything, even when they die inside of the House and get directed in either thatta way" she pointed up towards the clouds, “Or that way" she pointed towards the ground, “depending on how you lived your life. Moderators can also do other things. You ever been to a Chat forum with Moderators?"
"Yeah, Andra and I used to be on this site called
www.pokecommunity.com. I-"
"You were Criss-Cross, Male, 14, interests were Soccer and listening to music and making it with your guitar. Location is WHAT?" She turned to Andra."You were Zig-Zag, Female, also 14, intrests were playing the drums in your local band, reading and drawing Manga, and writing. Your location was ....Hmm?"
"Uh, yeah, how did you-"
"I was also a member. I was Moro, Female, age 10, Interests were wouldn’t you like to know, location was Texas. All right, so we all t=have a basic clue in Moderators. Good job. Now can you break this glass- Oh, you already have, thanks by the way."
The girl stepped outside from the window. "I am Kiki, your Moderator. Glad to be at service for you. Now where? Hmmm....Ah! Where do you guys live?"
Andra spoke up."Mansfield Texas."
"You didn't have to tell me the state, but whatever. Come on."
They had made it to the city in a mere two minutes, figuring how long it took Chad to get to the Soul House in the first place.
"Over there,' Kiki pointed over to a ramshackle building, “Is or was the antique shop Andra stole from, the idiot. And there," Kiki pointed to another broken down building, “Is your” She ten pointed at Chad, “house. And two doors down is Andra's house..
Kiki noticed something in the back yard of Chad's house. She motioned for the two to follow her.
It was a tombstone.
"Whose is it?" Chad asked to no one in particular.
"Why,” Kiki started, “it’s your mothers."
"What?!" Andra asked. She then turned to Chad. "Isn't your mom only about, maybe 36 or something? It's only 2007-"
"No it isn't" Kiki broke in. "It's 2075."
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So what do you do
When it all comes down on you?
Do you run and hide
Or face the truth?
So what do you do
When it all comes down on you?
Do you run and hide
Or face the truth?
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Chapter Two
Burning Wheat
"It's been...that long?" Andra asked Kiki.
"Do you think the buildings would be that broken down in a few days? My gosh you people....."
"So it's a ghost town?"
"Yeah. But the bad thing about ghosts’ town is no rules. Ghosts send each other to Hell and only send those they look up to to Heaven. And guess what-everybody hates you!"
"How can everybody hate us? They don't even know us."
"The thing is that they think whoever dies at the Soul House is stupid to leave that thing and sins them. It's a curse you have to live with."
"We don't live-"
"It's a stupid pun, moron. I know I'm rude. I don't care. If I'm not your going to die. Got that?
Both nodded.
"Good then. Now-"
And then a giant ball of flames came out of somewhere, not known.
"Hey,"Chad said, “I thought dying brought you peace."
"I'm the only one who can do horrible puns around here."
"JUST KILL IT!" Andra yelled at Kiki.
"Bo-kay."
Kiki grabbed some sort of water cat out of her pocket.
"No wrong one..." she said putting it back.
"Y'know I'm half-expecting it to maul her..." Chad told Andra.
"Me too."
"Oh, I know it's here somewhere...Here..." She now pulled out a small trinket of some sort, maybe filled with something.
"I hate these things...so hard to use....there it goes..."
A giant flash of yellow appeared before Andra and Chad. The thing was gone.
"What was that?" Andra asked her
"It was a demon. I know they look different from regular demons like the ones that killed you. It's because Demons aren't as strong if everything is alive. Since everybody here is dead, it's strong. Hello. Common sense here." Kiki tapped her temple.
"Another factor of this place is that you don't know who over rules you and is stronger. In a dead place, you can't tell the difference. By the way, when I killed the demon, you just saw a bright light, right? It's because you guys aren't that high in rank. You are only at about, let’s say, level
19.
'Is that bad?
"OF COURSE it's bad. I'm rank 5 over here. Lowest rank is 20, and highest rank is, duh, 1. See?"
"I guess?"
"I know I sound like a total retard when saying this, but I really don't care, so, WE'RE OFF TO THE RENEWER!"
"The-?"
"THE RENEWER! You'll see. It may be good or maybe bad, you never know. It depends on if you have a bad face or not when entering.
"A bad face?"
"Pysimogy you idiot! Now hurry on. She hates it when I'm late! It could result in pain for many."
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Sorry if I spelt some words wrong.