A/N: Long time since I worked on this. I didn't think anyone would review but I'm grateful for the reviews all the same. I hope you continue to enjoy it. I've revamped it a little bit and don't worry I know where I'm going with this.
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October 25th 1988
Only a week earlier, that monstrous creature he called Frank had visited Donnie in an empty theatre. Gretchen slept by his side, angelic and innocent to the nightmare that was his sanity.
"Why are you wearing that stupid bunny suit?" he asked with the condescending trace of a sneer. He'd figured a little while ago he wasn't actually envisioning a demonic 6ft tall creature but instead a human.
Frank's response was as quizzical as ever "Why are you wearing that stupid man suit"
Donnie was silent as Frank took off his mask and revealed a gouged out eye. It sickened Donnie but he was more concerned with the sudden more human Frank. He was young, a little older than Donnie and he was crying. "What happened to your eye?"
Frank merely cried a little more, his tears sparkled in the darkness "I'm so sorry"
That was when the fear began. That was when Donnie could taste his own blood, metallic and thick on his tongue. Something was happening.
He tried to ask when it was all going to end but Frank was evasive. The way he spoke it was as if Donnie himself held all the answers.
"Burn it to the ground"
His next assignment, he carried it out so well. The flames swirled and danced beautifully and the smoke didn't even bother him. It was as if he was in a trance. If indeed he perhaps was some sort of super hero then he doubted he was the kind children would like up to. Right now he was nothing better than a twisted arsonist, but later he would come to find out that there was in fact a method to his madness. Whether he liked what the solution was or not, was a different matter.
October 30 1988
None of that mattered now. She was dead. Her face was still flushed with colour but that would go soon. Where would he go from here though? He'd just shot a man. He'd found himself at the epicentre of the confusing past few days. It was all down to him. Question is, was he up to the challenge?
When he got him he kissed his sister's forehead, she stirred faintly and he sighed reaching for the keys. There was no point in being coy about it. He was going to die.
As he walked to his car, suddenly he clutched his stomach, a cloud formation blossomed above his head. He got back into the car and stared at Gretchen's body, she was so beautiful, lying there so still. He was going to make things better for her. He promised. If it meant her not even having knowing him he was fine with that. Just as long as she got to live.
Now he had to go and make things right.
"What if you could go back in time and take all those hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better?"
-Gretchen
Dear Roberta Sparrow,
I've reached you in your book, and there's so many things I need to ask you. Sometimes I'm afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I'm afraid that you'll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.
-Donnie
The air from his lungs came out strong and relieved. It was finally time. He lay in his bed, he'd even taken the trouble of putting on his pyjamas. He lay there for quite some time laughing hysterically, though if you were to ask what was so funny. He probably wouldn't have been able to say what. In his head however he was counting. His time was only minutes away.
One
Two
Downstairs Donnie's father sat asleep in front of the television set. The grainy screen illuminated the otherwise dark room and it's inhabitant.
Three
Four
Five
Elizabeth Darko leant against the doorway, laughing to herself. Breathing a sigh of relief.
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Donnie blinked.
October 2 1988
Nothing. He was still inhis sameold bed. Still in his pyjamas.No jet engine, no swirling portals, no life altering situations. It hadn't worked. Sunlight stroked his face and he stared in confusion. Either he had miscalculated, or Frank had, he was in yet another alternate universe or maybe he really was just truly insane. It didn't matter yet at that moment. What was the most troubling was that he wasn't dead, what would this mean for everyone else?