Creation began on 04-02-19
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Pet Sematary
Sometimes, to live is better
A/N: Discovering the outcome of the reboot inspired this.
Brother Correction watched as the Creed family was, yet again, destroyed by the power of the ancient burial ground that children of the past referred to as the Pet Sematary (he could care less about the misspelling right now).
"It isn't just the cemetery that's caused trouble," he uttered as he saw the truck kill Ellie instead of her brother, Gage. "It's the dangerous roads that trucks use to accelerate at high speeds."
Getting up from his wooden throne, he divided himself into two copies, both with a chosen duty of various mistakes to undo.
"We both know what we must do," one of them told the other.
"Then let's go do it," the other responded.
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Pet Sematary Past
Unlike the modern times of the universe one of the Brother Corrections transported to in order to begin correcting the mistakes made, and one of the mistakes of the country of Maine's town of Ludlow…was the Micmac Indian burial ground that was the real cemetery that could bring the dead back in corrupted states. As he walked to the middle of the burial ground during the ancient times before the Indians ever set foot upon such soil, Brother Correction laid eyes upon the wendigo that could see no fear in him.
"Why are you here?" It asked him.
"I'm here to right a series of wrongs," he answered it.
"What wrongs?"
"One of them…is the grounds you reign, centuries from now, centuries from then, up to what will referred to as the modern age, where people will cease to believe in mysticism and more in science and technology, and these grounds must be cleansed of your existence."
"You would dare to bring harm to me?!"
"I dare to remove you. You, who depend upon the flesh of those buried on your sacred grounds, to twist and turn them when you possess them, to spread madness and insanity across those that feel grief and despair after losing a loved one to the point of choosing to defy the natural order of life and death to try and reclaim them, only for you to destroy them. A piece of advice from a former mortal: The next time you want to screw someone over for the Hell of it, don't."
FLASH-BANG! Starting from beneath his feet, an intense storm of fire began to spread across what would one day become Ludlow, burning away all that stood there.
In less than eight minutes on all sides, there was no trace of any greenery, wildlife, nothing to indicate there was anything of life associated with this section of Maine.
"Rrrrrrraaaurgh!" The wendigo shrieked as it was incinerated off the face of existence. "You will never be rid of me! You can't kill me!"
With a vacant expression, Brother Correction uttered, "Whoever said anything about killing you, wendigo? There are fates far worse than those of death…and those fates are just as extreme as any that ends life. You will know firsthand."
Then, with a new step onto the scorched earth around him, a wave of greenish energy spread from his body across the ruins of ancient Ludlow, bathing them with invigorating life that began to regenerate. He had to destroy every last trace of greenery that had been laced with the presence of the wendigo before replacing it with new life that was untouched by darkness. Even if the future Indians came and used the lands for their burial grounds, no power would revive the deceased, no matter what…because without a dark influence to bring increased despair to those in agony over loss…sometimes dead was better…because those lost were kept alive in the memories of those that loved them.
In less than five minutes, the entire land was reclaimed by trees, flowers and wildlife. The first few mistakes had been corrected, but that was only the past mistakes. Now, Brother Correction needed to travel to a different, more familiar part of the past of this dimension to resolve two last mistakes that needed to be corrected.
"One step to the past, two to the future…and three more steps to the destination," he uttered, and took two steps forward on the ground he was on, shifting towards the urbanized realm of Ludlow, now standing on the road that trucks were known to accelerate on. "There's the house the Creed family could move into…and there's no trace of the darkness around the pet cemetery in the back. All that needs to be done…is highway control."
With a wave of his hands, all along the road, miles apart, stood street signs that would instruct all drivers to obey the speeding limits…and barbed wire fencing (this would help to ensure that drives obeyed the speeding limits and not accelerate, at the same time ensuring that children couldn't venture out onto the roads). He even made sure to install concrete foundations that ran six feet under so that no one could dig beneath the fencing.
"With these in place, let's see how the future of this place has changed," he expressed, taking another step into the future…just in time to see the Creeds enjoying themselves at a party at their house. "So far, so good, but I can't leave anything to chance just yet."
Looking up ahead of the house, he saw something that was quite the shocker to his face. Instead of the Pet Sematary being several feet away within the forest behind, there was a large wall that separated the house and grounds around it from a large university that read, "Ludlow University and Storage Facility". Somehow, the cemetery had been undone and in place of it was a place for learning and hoarding.
Honk! A truck horn blared nearby, and Brother Correction saw a semitrailer truck driving at an impressive speed of twenty miles, clearly obeying the speed limit.
"Mew," he heard a cat and looked down in front of him, seeing a British Shorthair, which was very lively and content.
"Nice to meet you, Church," he greeted the cat, grateful that it was alive.
"Wee!" He heard a little boy cry out as he saw Gage being pushed around in a tire swing by his sister, Ellie.
"It looks like I did it for now," he praised himself.
He then looked across the street and noticed something he hadn't seen moments before, and this was mainly because he wasn't looking. A large sign on the fence that read, "Ludlow Pet Cemetery", and leading to and away from it was a crosswalk complete with a pair of traffic lights. This was an impressive way to better control the speeding trucks and enable people to get to the pet cemetery without difficulty.
"Someone must've made a suggestion or a complaint about crossing the streets that got heard," he suspected as he saw someone walking out of the cemetery. Looks like Victor Pascow is enjoying life.
The person Brother Correction saw was indeed Victor Pascow, who looked better alive rather than as a disembodied soul that haunted Louis Creed regarding the accursed burial ground that ruined so many lives because of the wendigo. Peering into his soul, he saw that Victor had visited the pet cemetery to see his deceased Golden Retriever, who had been dead for a year.
"Does it get any easier?" He asked Victor as he crossed the road on a green light.
"Not at first," he answered him, "but after a while, it does. Kelly was my best friend on four legs with a tail. Thanks."
"No problem, sir. Have a good day."
"Same to you, too."
As Victor walked away, Brother Correction smiled as he felt everything in this scenario would be alright now. He had to hope his other half could fare just as well as he did in the other dimension of this world that held a dark place with a corrupt power that brought nothing but suffering to those afflicted with despair.
Knowing myself, he'll do just fine, he thought.
To be continued…
A/N: At first, I thought this would be a single story, but after much consideration, this will be two parts. This chapter relates to the original film, and the next will revolve around the new adaptation. Sometimes, to live can be better when it's the right way to live.
