John McKean

Draconus666's Note: This is my very first non-poetry fanfic, and shall be the beginning of a series of fanfics advocating LaVeyan Satanism. For those who don't like this, then don't read it. It's that simple. I am a LaVeyan Satanist, and if you don't like it, then you don't like it. But, do not judge me by my beliefs; judge me by my fanfics, for I would do no different to others. I have asked my cousin and dear friend Gipdac to help me write this because, while I'm older (and more loveable), he has more experience at writing fanfics. I genuinely hope you enjoy this fanfic. Rege Satanas!

Story by Draconus666

Written by Draconus666 & Gipdac

Posted by Draconus666

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Chapter 1

Alvin ran down the block, and hid behind the huge shrub. About ten feet away ran a group of gang members looking for him. When he saw they were gone, he sighed. He'd gone into their "hood" without even knowing it, and now, they wanted to either kill him or nearly kill him. He turned, and looked around. He was in front of a huge, old two-story house the size of a small mansion. He knew what house it was; everybody said it was haunted. Alvin was choosing ghosts over gangs, however, and quickly looked for a place in to hide out. He finally found an old broken window leading into the basement, and quickly went inside. He looked around. There was a huge bar, with what looked like about 10 people standing in front of it. Alvin slowly walked up, and tapped one. It was a mannequin. They were all mannequins. He looked at their faces; all of them looked like they were in total agony. The walls were all painted black, with no source of light except for the Moon. Alvin was scared, and had had enough; he found the stairs, and quickly went up them. But, when he got upstairs, it wasn't much better.

He guessed he was in the living room, but he wasn't sure. The walls were all painted black, and to his horror, there were a bunch of lit, white candles above the fireplace. That wasn't all. Also above the fireplace were a bunch of pictures of a caucasian kid with medium-length black hair and interesting eyes, the right one being blue, and the left one being green. Next to it was what looked like a voodoo doll. And on the very end was what horrified Alvin the most; it was a real shrunken head. That was the last straw; Alvin wanted out of the house. He turned to run, but then saw something out of place. On a far wall was a huge flat-screen plasma TV. Alvin grinned, and walked over to it. He picked up a nearby remote, and tried turning it on; sure enough, it worked. He sighed happily; at least he'd found a TV. He sat down on a pure-white couch, and to his surprise, it was very relaxing. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Surely whoever had been in the house was gone now. He opened his eyes to the TV, and went up a channel. SpongeBob SquarePants was playing; Alvin loved that show, and wasn't going to miss out on this episode, no matter how creepy this place was. He'd just started watching when he heard a voice.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Alvin turned, but all he saw was darkness. It was as if the voice had appeared out of thin air. Alvin gulped, and looked around. He heard the voice again.

"You know, it's pretty rude of you to sneak into my house, turn on my TV, and start watching cartoons..."

"Who are you? Where are you?"

"I'm everywhere, and nowhere."

"I don't understand."

"I am the darkness all around you."

Alvin shook his head in confusion.

"I still don't understand."

When he heard the voice's response, it sounded irritated.

"You're no fun...I'm in front of you."

Alvin looked closely in front of him, and saw a figure stir. Two eyes appeared, and Alvin quickly got scared. Suddenly, the lights came on, and Alvin saw a man no older than 20 standing in front of him. He was the same man from the pictures he'd seen earlier, except he'd gotten a lot older. Alvin looked around the room, and noticed things he'd missed before. Hanging above the white couch were a collection of halloween masks, each modeled after horrifying faces Alvin couldn't describe; they looked very realistic. The man was wearing blue jeans, a black shirt with a picture of the grim reaper on it, and a necklace with a dead black widow spider in a clear vial of glass. He had medium-length black hair, glasses, and, oddly enough, Alvin noticed that his eyes seemed to have gotten darker since the pictures. He simply stared at Alvin, completely expressionless. Finally, he showed some expression, and spoke again.

"What are you doing in here, Alvin?"

Alvin's eyes widened in horror.

"...How did you know my name was Alvin?"

"My cousin used to go to your school; I've seen you there before. I'd never seen a talking Chipmunk before, so I was curious. I'd asked who you were, and they said Alvin the Chipmunk."

"...Oh."

"So, like I asked before...What are you doing in here?"

"I'm sorry, it's just...I accidentally pissed off some local gang. They chased me toward here, and I snuck into your basement to hide."

"Why'd you come up here?"

"...Those mannequins scared me."

For the first time since Alvin had seen him, the man grinned.

"Yeah...They usually have that effect on people."

"I don't mean to offend you, but I have to ask...Why do you live in here like this?"

The man's grin faded.

"I don't know...Why do live the way you live?"

"...Because I like it that way..."

"There you go. That's your answer. I live like this because I like it this way."

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to offend you."

"...Forget about it. Does your father know you're out here this late?"

"No...Please don't call him! I don't want to get into trouble!"

"...I won't; I just wanted to scare you."

"...Why?"

"Because it's dangerous for a kid to be out this late all by himself."

"I'm not a kid!"

The man raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, really? Then what are you?"

"I-...I-...I'm a teenager."

"Oh, my apologies, Alvin the Teenage Chipmunk."

Alvin's "tough" side took over.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Of course I am."

"Why?"

"Because I can."

Alvin opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. The man was right; Alvin was the one who'd broken inside. He was at the man's mercy. He gulped, scared. The man, to his surprise, grinned again.

"Want something to drink?"

"...You aren't some kind of psycho serial killer or pedophile are you?"

The man laughed.

"No, I'm not; don't worry, Alvin...I'm not mad at you for breaking in, but if you do it to somebody else, you could into a lot of trouble. You know that, right?"

"Yeah...I know."

"Good. Want anything?"

"...Do you have root beer?"

"Yep. Think fast!"

The man tossed a root beer can to Alvin, who barely caught it. He looked at it, making sure it didn't look poisonous or anything, and finally opened it up and took a drink. It was good, and he quickly drank all of it. He looked up at the man, and smiled.

"You know my name, so who are you?"

"...John McKean."

"...Nice to meet you."

"Ditto."

"Do you live by yourself?"

"Yes...I've never had any company before, except at work."

"Where do you work?"

"I'm a photographer for The Black Mass."

"What's that?"

"It's the official magazine of the Church of Satan."

Alvin's eyes widened.

"You're a Satanist?"

"LaVeyan Satanist. It's not like Luciferianists who always sacrifice things and go around killing people; we're actually an atheistic religion. We are pro-government, and do not condone murder or anything illegal. We're not crazy like a lot of people think. We don't even believe in or worship the Devil, nor do we sacrifice animals or people. The name Satanist, to us, is only metaphoric, because we believe the exact opposite of what the Christian Church believes. We believe that deities were creations of the human mind, so instead of worshipping false "god" we should instead worship ourselves. We have a saying: "I am my own God." You should look it up on Wikipedia sometime." (Draconus666's note: Seriously, look it up; it's a wonderful religion)

"Oh...That's weird."

John grinned.

"Yes...Yes it is."

"...You know, everybody says this house is haunted."

John turned to him, still grinning.

"I guess it could be put like that: since I'm like a ghost, this place is haunted. However, there is a reason it's said to be haunted. It's also the reason I became fascinated with it and bought the place."

"Why?"

"The last family who lived here was murdered. The son came home one night, picked up a shotgun, and shot the entire family while they slept before he shot himself."

"That's horrible!"

"Yeah."

"...You're kinda a freak, you know that?"

John only nodded.

"I am a freak. But, before you judge me, let me ask you something, Alvin...Who are you?"

"What kind of question is that? I'm me!"

"No, I mean...What kind of person are you? If you died, how would it affect the world, if at all?"

"I-...Well-..."

"You see, Alvin...Before a person goes around judging other people, he should first judge himself. Before finding out who everyone else is, he must first figure out who he himself is."

"...I never thought of it that way."

"Not many people do; the important thing is that you know it now."

"...You're smart, you know that?"

John looked at him in surprise.

"Thank you...No one's ever told me that before except for my old college professors."

"It's true, though! Not many people I are that smart, I mean they don't think that deep...Except Simon, my brother."

"It's not because they're not smart, Alvin...It's because they choose not to be."

Alvin gave him a puzzled look.

"Why would they do that?"

"Some people would rather stay ignorant and naive of the world and be happy, rather than understand the world for what it is and be sad."

"I'd rather know of the truth in the world than be ignorant and naive!"

"Unfortunately, Alvin...Not everyone agrees with you. Some people would just rather stay dumb..."

"That's stupid...They're stupid."

"Yes...I know."

"Well, I've gotta get home now. Can I come by tomorrow and hang out with you?"

John grinned at him.

"Of course. Need a ride?"

"Nah, I'll be okay. Thanks though. Where's the front door?"

"To your left, and straight ahead."

Alvin found the front door, and realized it too looked creepy. Painted on the door was a mural of a reverse pentagram, and on each side of the door stood two wax zombies. And, above the door was a huge EXIT sign. Alvin waved goodbye to John, and walked outside and towards home...