Beyond Grim And Evil Installment 2: Return To Bunny Island
Beyond Grim And Evil: Return To Bunny Island
(A/N: Preceded by-Beyond Grim And Evil: Begin The Rest Of Destiny. This is probably the better laid out story of the two, so far, just so you know. The Undertaker's have seemingly dissolved; the Immortal Triad and all others returning back to their regular lives. There's been no threat, why should they go after Skarr [one of the Undertakers as revealed in Begin The Rest Of Destiny] for no reason? Skarr, however, is becoming increasingly depressed and desperate. His neighbors are driving him up the wall, and he needs a vacation. Where better to go?)
Prologue: Dream
Beyond Grim and Evil, begin the rest of destiny…That melee was the first sign of looming disaster. Nothing much, random events all tied together, it seemed. Rather, random events that simply drew together the characters of the play that lay before them by any means possible. It didn't have to make sense, as long as they were brought together. Most of the cast was set. Most, but not all. What was next? Well…
It was supposed to be a dream, nothing more. A memory from long ago. Sort of a flashback. How was he to know that this dream was no mere dream? How was he to know, at the time, that it was destiny calling out for him; utilizing him to help it set up the pieces of a deadly chess game in the far off future? Had he known it would eventually lead to this, shivering in the rain on the brink of the battle to end all battles-at least in Endsville-he would never have agreed; despite what he would have lost had he not gone back. He glanced over at the thing he was focused on at the moment. If this was to be the last time he saw... No. It wouldn't happen. It couldn't. He placed a hand on his sword, his pistol already prepared.
How could this have happened? It was a memory. Plain and simple. Just a memory between the three of them. But by the immortals, it was uncanny; the fact that it was completely and totally one hundred percent accurate down to the last word, the last detail. It was coming to light again. A memory they'd long forgotten about. After all, the past didn't matter. The fact had been they had met, they had formed the organization, one had left, and things had gone down from there. Funny how that memory of their first meeting should appear again now; after all this time.