The beginning of the end is at hand,
Is prepared every woman, child, or man?
Against this dark force,
Only a few could stand,
And ever hope onto this monster force a ban.
Grab your sword, your bow, your horse,
And fight on with no remorse.
Ah, as readers from my first story know, a song has to go along with a fight scene when it comes up. For this one, 'Car Chase City' by Tenacious D should fit it.
The truck rolled across an empty road, the once blue sky shifting to grey, and then quickly to black. Duncan was heading home, but the strange weather attracted his attention from heading back to his bed and crash on it for a few hours. He turned on the radio, twisting the dial until a local station was found. It picked up the radio signal mid-sentence"-Thunderstorm warnings within the vicinity. We repeat,The forecast for today calls for severe thunderstorms and heavy rain. We recommend staying inside today if possib-"
He shut off the radio, trying to clear his head and pay attention to driving again. His mind was still groggy from the sudden assault of blood red images from earlier, and a dreaded creeping feeling was itching away within him. Was West back?
As he continued along the road, he was forced to turn on his headlights and windshield wipers, the rain beginning to pour heavily. Duncan nearly drove off the side of the road when a booming thunderstroke echoed through the area, as if some giant slumbering beast had decided to step out of the sky and crash into the ground. Another thunderous noise, and he jolted out of his seat. Following the flooding rain and thunder, lightning began to flash across the sky. With each spark, the dark clouds were eerily outlined stark white against their black nature.
A noise in the back of the truck. At first, Duncan considered it nothing. He only payed attention when the car begin to squeak and rock. Turning his head ever so slightly, he couldn't see anything out the window, too dark outside. Then lighting lit up the world for a second, revealing a ghastly image in the pickup. Duncan's eyes widened at the snake-like face, it's eyes milky white, it's fangs razor sharp and in a vast multitude within it's maw. Just as quickly, the image dissapeared when the lightning left, leaving the Punk startled and wide awake now.
For the next few minutes, his adrenaline kept him alert and pumping, expecting the monstrous being to return any moment. It did not until he calmed down. More jolting of his truck, another lightning flash, and the monster was on the hood of the truck, gazing at him menacingly. Duncan slammed on the brakes, sending the creature to thrash in front of the truck on the pavement. With it in his headlights reach, it's grotesque form was in full view for assessment. As before, it was serpent in body, sickly green in color, white eyes, dozens of teeth. It recovered as if no damage had been done, sitting up and looking at Duncan momentarily. At first he thought it had become docile, then it struck, it's heading crashing right through the front window and inches away from biting his head off. It pulled back, about to attack again.
Duncan hit the pedal, the tires screeching for a moment, then the truck bursted forward, slamming into the snake and running it over. He then shifted into reverse, going back and hitting the serpent again as it tried to sit back up. He shifted into drive again, and repeated his steps of running over the thing for a good four or five minutes. After he was sure the thing was dead, Duncan, looked out his window, the snake monster a writhing mass of flesh and blood on the pavement. Slowly, it died down until all movement ceased. It seems the moment the monster wa sdead, the rain and sky began to clear. The Punk sighed and resumed driving home.
"...It's dead."
"I know it's dead! Do you not think that I know when one of my own servants is dead?"
"Just wanted to let you know."Alejandro said, gazing at himself in a mirror shard, his whole body completely recovered. West was now within, part of him, and the madman had done quite a job on healing. In fact, Alejandro thought, he was more handsome than ever.
The voice inside Alejandro's head sighed."I should've known it would take more than such a simple beast to kill him."West sighed once more."We'll need more sacrifices if we are to be rid of Duncan."
"Got some right here."Alejandro waved behind him. He stood in a urban alleyway, the mutilated bodies of three homeless men were laying against the dumpster."Will they do?"
"Actually...yes, yes they will."
Alejandro chuckled, West laughing along with him from inside his mind. The spirit found this young man's conscious to be quite interesting. He held up a facade for others, while within some of the most devious thoughts stirred. He loved the vileness of this boy's soul. It would prove most helpful with his new plan.
Duncan arrived home, and was relieved to find the abode empty. He entered, locked the door behind him, and rushed upstairs. In his room, Duncan pulled a cardboard box from under his bed. He then plopped down on his bedside, opening the box and peering inside. A few mementos of the past greeted him. A wrench from his first bike fix, the cast from when he first broke his leg. A few baseball cards, some rock cd's. All of these covered what was most important at the time at the bottom. He pushed the clutter aside and pulled out a steel hockey mask, gulping as he stared at it's empty eye sockets.
"Hey...you think you could help me?"He asked, not expecting an answer. The Mask remained silent.
"Thought so..."Duncan shrugged, laying on his back and closing his eyes, trying to drift back to sleep.
As he entered the realm of dreams and rest, visages of the mask entered his thoughts. It wanted him to put it on. He needed it, and the Terror Mask knew it. A threat was coming, and Duncan needed to be prepared.
A few hours later, Duncan awoke to the sound of a car door slamming. He groggily looked at his alarm clock and found it to be 8:00. His parents were off shift now. As he stood up from his restful slumber, he found the mask to still be in his hand, and in his thoughts. Hesitantly, he held the mask in front of his face. Slowly, ever so slowly, he brought it closer, feeling th cold metal meld with his skin. A surge of pain erupted through him, and he tried to stifle his screams. He fell to the floor as the transformation that came along with putting on the mask on took place.
"Hello, Duncan-boy."
Short and suckworthy. I promise I'll get back into my writing flow soon.