Alright...we have reached chapter ten! Thanks everyone! Sorry for the late update. I've been busy. Warning, this and the next chapter contains religious material. Duncan
DJ slept peacefully on the couch, accompanied Bunny sleeping on top of him. Like the expert criminal he was, Duncan slipped in unnoticed, squatting down in the shadowed corner and waiting for the ghost to appear. After nearly half an hour, he almost dozed off from boredom, but then the spirit made it's move. Slithering through the air like oozing mist, the spectral entity would've gone unnoticed if one was not paying attention. Instead of possessing an object nearby, it entered DJ himself.
As if sensing the evil that was within his owner now, Bunny jolted awake with fearful, wide eyes. He hopped off and away to hide somewhere else in the home.
The peaceful animal lover was soon no longer peaceful. His entire body convulsed from the spirit.
"Well...that can't be good for us."The Terror Mask stated the obvious.
Gwen
She still sat on her macabre throne, tapping her fingers impatiently."West...where are my sacrifices?"She turned to the man, who grinned back with that toothless mouth, bare gums curved upwards."No need for worry, my queen. I have something to ensure things go as planned..."He replied."Two of the servants we sent out are...special."
Gwen seemed slightly interested now."Special? Explain West."
"Let's just say, they tend to change the people around them..."
She seemed satisfied by this answer, nodding her head."Until my sacrifices arrive, I demand more entertainment."She clapped her hands, three zombies mindlessly appearing and bowing before the bone throne. She pointed at each one, giving them a task."You,"She said to the first one."Fetch me some wine. And you two,"Her attention was to the others now."Fight each other until nothing remains."
They went to their tasks to please the Queen. The first zombie left, the other two bit and tore and clawed at each other.
Gwen laughed, pleased.
Duncan
He was sent flying through the air, skidding to a stop in a patch of grass. Duncan slowly rose back to his feet. He didn't know how much more punishment this night was going to throw at him...
DJ walked closer, the moonlight revealing his new grotesque form. A shell-like armor had grown over his skin, doubling the teen in size. Bulbous pods shooting up here and there over him. An animal's maw of raw hide and fur patches had grown over his face, blocking off any possibility of shown emotion. The only noise he made was raspy breathing and some moans.
"So DJ...any chance of us settling this peacefully...?"Duncan moved slowly towards his friend, holding out his hand. DJ reached forward, grabbing Duncan by his collar, raising him to his face. The animal maw opened up with a sickening crunch sound, revealing the very scared face of DJ."Duncan...you gotta help me! I can't control myself!"As soon as he finished, the animal maw closed shut, and the controlled DJ threw Duncan once more across the neighborhood.
He crashed into a mini van across the street, his body making an indent in the steel and glass side. The alarm went off, making the lights in the nearby homes turn on.
"We should take this fight somewhere else."The Terror Mask recommended.
Looking around, Duncan spotted the perfect arena for their bout. Off in the distance was a construction site of unbuilt homes.
"Perfect."Duncan said as he took off as fast as he could run. Considering the powers granted by the terror mask, it made his speed incredible. DJ gave pursuit. Before any of the neighbors had stepped out onto their porches, the two were gone, leaving the body-indented, honking car to their annoyance.
Duncan stopped once he reached the construction area, the possibilities of the many dangerous objects around him gave him so many ideas to fight with. In his daze of thoughts, he didn't notice DJ walk up behind him, slamming his forearm into Duncan's back. He faltered and fell to one knee, allowing DJ to continue the onslaught. He pounded onto Duncan with his armored fists, pushing the Punk deeper and deeper into the dirt. Duncan managed to roll to one side, avoiding the beating. He quickly jumped to his feet and went into one of the unbuilt homes.
When DJ entered to follow,he was met with a 2x4 plank to the face. The giant stumbled back, Duncan hit him again with the chunk of wood in the knee's."Quite brutal for your friend,don't you think?"The Mask asked as DJ was hit once again.
"Naw. I could be using the chainsaw to rip him apart or use the shotgun to blow him up, but I'm not. This will stop him easy."Duncan shrugged. He raised the board over his head for another blow. Before he could do so, DJ recovered quickly, snatching the 2x4 from his hands and breaking it in half. DJ then proceded to swing his arms in a punching motion, forcing Duncan to take steps back from the force of the attacks.
He tried to punch back, but his fists harmlessly bounced off the shellled armor.
Duncan was dizzy from the punches as DJ tossed him about like a ragdoll with his heavier attacks. He coughed up blood, the precious life source oozing out of the breathing holes on the steel hockey mask.
The transformed giant stopped his barrage for a moment, but only for a moment. He picked up Duncan, raising him high above his head like a trophy. Duncan, stilldizzy, could see the framework of the home above him. With a shaking hand, he reached up and grabbed at a support beam closest to him. Hoping the Mask had made him strong enough, he pulled. The beam snapped easily under the supernatural strength, and the entire in progress home collasped in on them both. The last thing Duncan saw was DJ being crushed underneath a pile of woodwork, then something fell on him, and then blackness.
With a moan, Duncan sifted the remains off of him, standing up and holding his head. He check himself."Mohawk, arms, legs, face. Everything seems to be intact."He said to himself.
"...You're worried about your mohawk after that? It's just a stupid piece of spiked green hair."The Mask said.
"Hey, don't diss the mohawk, man. Chicks dig it."
A roar interrupted their petty arguement. Looking onto the wreckage, DJ rose up, not even a sign of dent nor damage in his armored self. This was the moment Duncan realized something. The ghost's transformation only covered him, it wasn't exactly part of him. At least, he hoped so.
Quickly looking around, he spotted what he needed. A cement mixer. Moving over to it, he poured one of the nearby bags of cement mix and water supply into it. The mixer began turning, creating a gushy grey mess in seconds. He waited until DJ got closer, and then picked up the mixer, shaking the grey goo out of it and onto DJ's torso, leaving the head mess free.
He stepped back, hoping it would dry soon. DJ took only a few steps forward, and the cement dried. His body was stuck in the solid covering. Duncan leapt on top of him, prying the free maw open. DJ's scared face was seen again."Now DJ...this may hurt a bit."Duncan warned, grabbing DJ under the chin.
"What are you-"He couldn't finish, as Duncan was now pulling him upwards with extreme force. DJ's body was pulled out of the cemented body, free from it. Duncan placed DJ back onto the ground, the teen giving Duncan a thankful smile.
A cracking sound, and the battle wasn't over yet. The remains of the shelled body broke free, walking towards the two. Duncan rubbed his elbow into DJ's ribs."Let me handle it. Now that you're out of that thing, I can really enjoy this."
Pulling the shotgun from his belt loop, Duncan raised it and fired. A few cracks appeared in the armor, but it still walked forward. He reloaded, and another shot. More cracks, but it remained. Duncan sighed reholstered the shotgun, and armed himself with his trusty chainsaw. Revving it, the weapon made short work of the body. It sliced straight through it, making it topple into dust.
"Thanks Duncan..."DJ said wearily."Now if you'll excuse me...I WANT MY MOMMA!"He cried, running off in the direction of his home.
And now for the eleventh ghost. Duncan found it flying into the downtown area. It lead him to a small church, isolated from the rest of the buildings by a tall iron fence and various stone crosses dotting the land around it. A few lights were on inside...
Heather sighed as she sat down on the front pew, the rest of the cathedral empty. Her family had come for one of the night services, and it was one of those services that had long run on into the night. The others had left an hour or so ago, but something compelled her to stay. She wasn't the most devout of followers, considering how she treated others and her actions on Total Drama. She let out another sigh, looking up at the giant stain-glassed window that depicted holy deeds found throughout the bible.
It was through this window came the ghost.
It slowly floated towards her. Heather wasn't scared, just mesmerized by it. She stared on blankly as it entered her. Suddenly it began to fill her whole being, bonding with her. It knew her thoughts, her views on the world, and it fed on them. Hate, anger, revenge began to manifest in her. Heather stood up, slowing walking to the podium where the Pastor would usually stand and preach.
She smiled, a twisted grin creeping onto her face. Whatever this force was, it would allow her to do anything she pleased. All the pent up rage and emotions was let out in an evil cackle. She would bring about wrath to whom she deemed unworthy.
"All for Gwen..."A voice was in her head.
"All for Queen Gwen..."Heather replied.
Duncan entered the church, surprised to see Heather standing at the front, as if waiting for him.
"Hey Heather...unexpected seeing you here."He said, walking to her. She held up her hand."Not another step,"She commanded."I need to change into something more comfortable."
And this was the moment the spirit completely took over.
Heather's skin became red hot, slowly becoming redder until flames bursted out of her skin. The fire danced around it, consuming her until it was part of her. Heather was soon a living being of flame. She still maintained her human shape, just with heat and brimstone replacing skin and hair and bone. Embers bounced off of her, setting the area around her on fire, slowly spreading around the area of worship.
"I'm not the religious type,"Duncan commented, warily switching from looking at Heather to the spreading flames."But nobody sets a church on fire in my town!"