(A/n: She's been bugging me for a ff for a while... so here it is, Sonny Boy - the much promised (and waited for) FANFIC!! Oh yeah, and did I mention it was for Sonny Boy?)
The Red Baron
Haunting the catacombs of Corus, is the Red Baron. A ghost, more frightening, more ghostly, more wraithlike and otherworldly then most. Especially chilling, it has certain traits that terrify even the most determined, the most brave, and the most daring.
The Baron's traits include particularly disgusting, nerve-racking, tensing, heart-squeezing habits. When you walk through the deeper passages of the common palace, you can expect to feel a hand toughing the back of your head, threading its fingers through your hair, but when you turn around there might be no-one there. You can pace your way through the hallways, and when you occasionally look down at your feet, you might also see your neck. There, you will see the axe that was used to execute the Baron, sticking inside your neck. Your insides turn to ice.
But, before I go through that, perhaps it is necessary to explain the Baron's cause of death. Committed of treason when he was discovered plotting the King's fate, he was swiftly executed, and only the nobles to officially know of his fate.
For years he haunted his family, friends and enemy regardless, materializing before them, only to scare them to their deaths. He had no mercy for anyone – and made sure they well knew that, not that anyone had lived past any encounter of his.
But why was he the red Baron? Because he was covered with blood. Literally, and metaphorically. The blood of his king, country, and self. The day of his execution was littered with bad superstitions – black cats, coloured moons, reflections – his death was not predicted to be a peaceful one. Indeed, it was not. When the hatchet parted his head from his shoulders, blood spurted everywhere. Over his shirt, over his chest, spilling it on the ground. It looked like he was spewing blood, so much went on his face, and made all onlookers sick when they saw the head the executioner held up afterwards – the sooty contrast between the deep, dark pits underneath his eyes, and ashen, possibly greenish skin, made them heave.
These days, he has nothing better to do than wait around in the tombs, preying on innocents. Often tales have told of him as being as bodies plasma of gloop, sometimes as a light beam, but I know him to be the suspended transparent body.
Now, dear friends, I think I should continue to the first meeting of him I had. I was lucky to have enough sanity to tell you this today, my companions, because he truly was as frightening as all those stories and accounts tell you.
"It was in the crypts the Lioness was rumoured to have fought in… Legendary, and foreboding by all perspectives…"
