Well, how ya been? Good? Good. Now lets get to business, if you didn't already know, I live in the america. You know what that means? That's right! I got the Gorillaz itunes Session! It was fabulous! And I listened to the interview, sooooo awesome. So if you live in the UK or anywhere besides the US, then I would suggest to start saving up your itunes! Now onto the chapter!
I packed slowly, unsure what exactly to pack. I was also very nervous. Today I was going to meet my dad. I slept in, too tired from last night to care. At the last minute I packed up the lyrics I wrote and stuffed them in my pocket. "Today's the day." it whispered.
"I know." I told it.
"Are you ready?" it asked.
"Not really."
"Neither is he. But he's excited nonetheless." I felt my heart jump at this news.
I left my bag in my room and went to the kitchen, it was already noon, so I didn't expect anybody to be there. I ate whatever I could find quietly looking out to the landfill. I heard the door open behind me but didn't react. "So your finally up." Murdoc mused behind me. I smelled smoke and grease. "I was wondering," I started. "if I could possibly use the gateway today?" Murdoc sighed and said, "I guess so. You seeing him today, then? Right. Well go get your stuff."
"Right now?" I asked.
"Yes, right now." he said in a 'duh' tone. "Go, go! Before I stop caring!" I giggled a bit as I left. Murdoc never started caring.
As I was on my way to the backend I saw 2D. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"Hell." I said. "I'm seeing my dad today."
2D rubbed the back of his neck. "For how long?"
"I'll be back on Noodle's birthday." I said. I watched as 2D silently counted on his fingers and held back a laugh. "2D." I said, bringing him out of his daze.
"Yes?"
"How do you usually write songs?" I asked.
"Um...well usually I just write how I'm feeling...or if I want to tell somebody something, I uh, just write that...or sometimes if Murdoc needs a song that very moment we just write phrases down and throw them at the fridge and see what sticks...why?" he explained.
"Have you ever dreamed of lyrics?" I asked. 2D scratched his head and said, "No, I don't usually remember my dreams. If I do there all mixed around...like soup. I guess that's the pills or something...Anyways they don't make much sense. So I couldn't write a song based on one."
"Uh huh..." I nodded my head slowly, "Hmm, well, I'll see you later then?"
"Bye Jonah." he said. Then he hugged me. I tensed and suddenly became nervous. 2D passed me and I said, "Yeah...bye."
I was waiting next to the gateway, the heat making my face burn but it felt nice. I stared down the hole until Murdoc showed up. He came in squinting his eyes and shielding his face with his hand. "Alright. You see that timer on the wall?" he asked. I looked up and nodded. There was a big timer with 2 minutes on it. The timer wasn't moving.
"You only have 2 minutes to do this. And I only have so much of this stuff to make it work," he took a vile of red liquid out of his pocket. "So you only have about...two tries. And your going to need one to get back. So don't screw this up." I nodded.
"What is that?" I pointed to the liquid.
"Demon blood." he said and poured a splash of it into the hole. The hole glowed brighter and got hotter. Murdoc stepped back, but I stayed at the edge. It didn't bother me. "It's an offering."
The timer beeped and started moving backwards. "Go, go! You only have 2 minutes to get down there!" he yelled as the ground began to rumble. I hesitated, not sure how to go. Murdoc came behind me and roughly pushed me. I screamed and slipped into the hole.
On the way down, there was no wind, no sound, but it was very dry and hot. The only way you could tell you were falling was that it was slowly getting brighter and brighter. I turning so I was facing up and tried to see where the entrance was. I caught a faint outline of Murdoc before he left the gateway.
You know that pickup line that guys use, "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Well I guess it should be changed to "Did it hurt to fall into hell?" then yes. It hurts very much.
It was hot and dry here, the land was black rock with many magma rivers flowing next to you. On the far walls, you saw demons walking on little paths carrying tools or bricks. I got up and walked down a path between two magma rivers, thinking it must have led somewhere. The heat from the rivers stung my face as I got farther and farther down the path until I came up to a metal gate.
I looked through the bars and tried to look closer to see better, but the bars just burned my hands and face. I saw nothing but the landscape I was standing on now, but something felt different about it. As I stood there longer more and more faint blue shadows came into focus. They walked like normal, passing by me and each other, but not really seeming to have a purpose as to where they were going. There were a few who got close enough to the bars to feel me, and one noticed my presence.
"A mortal?" he whispered. His eyes widened in surprise, but they still showed no hope.
"Yes." I whispered back, trying not to draw any attention.
"How did you get here? You shouldn't be here. Go, leave. Your a good soul, I can tell. You-"
"I'm here to see my dad." I said.
"Mortals aren't aloud to speak to anybody behind these bars. Speaking of which you better leave before I get in trouble." He said. I smiled at it calmly.
"No you won't. And my dad isn't behind these bars. How can you tell if I'm a good soul?" I asked him.
"Look around you." he said, gesturing behind him. "When there are newcomers, they hold themselves as if they are king of the world, as if they can do anything. I used to be like that. You don't. Your not exactly as cautious as the Satanists that come through here, though. I've been here for at least 40 years, and it helps you. It really does, Lord says I might be able to cross over soon."
"What do you mean? Cross over?" I asked.
"Like you don't know." he said, his hands held the bars, he didn't burn. "All Satanists are given the rules and all those legends at the age of 5."
"I'm not a Satanist." I explained.
"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you doing here?"
"I told you. I'm here to see my dad."
"And who's your dad?" he asked.
"Satan." The man's eyes went even wider than before and he stepped back, letting go of the bars with a gasp. Almost as if he had finally registered the heat.
"N-no. Th-that's a myth. We were told stories but...it can't be true, it just can't." he stuttered and walked away. I sighed and left the gate, making my way back down the path.
I came to a crossroads with a wooden sign pointing the directions. One said it was to the cages, which I didn't really want to find out about, another said it was to the grounds, which is where I came from, another said it was to the judgment hall, and the last pointed to the palace. I followed that path until I reached a bridge.
The bridge was, by far, the scariest bridge I'd ever seen. There was no gate in front of it, but the palace was just on the other side, hided by dead trees. I didn't understand why the palace didn't have a gate until I looked over the bridge. It didn't have any railings, which made me a bit nervous when I saw that under the bridge was a trench filled with magma.
I stepped back with a gasp as it burned my face, retreating off the bridge. "Your dad's just on the other side. C'mon, it's just a bridge." the voice whispered. "Not now." I told it. Then I noticed something, wasn't the voice usually in my head?
"Jonah." I heard from behind me. I turned around quickly. There was a guy, in his teenage years, with a tired face and laugh lines. I could tell he had gone through a lot.
"Who are you?" I asked. The man raised his eyebrow and said, "You don't know? I would at least think you'd recognize the voice of your spirit guide." My eyes widened at this news as realization hit me. His voice sounded exactly the same.
"Your...?"
"Yep."
"No way."
"Way."
I kind of just stared at him for a little while in shock. I knew that I would get to meet my dad, I didn't know I was meeting the voice.
"I'm Damien, by the way." he said. "So? Ready to see your dad? C'mon we don't have all eternity...well I do..but you get the point."
"Your coming with me?" I asked. "You know my dad?"
"His right hand man." he said with a smirk. "Ok then..." I said. I waited there uneasily for a few minutes, shifting my feet. Damien passed me, walking onto the bridge. It gave a creak. He stopped mid-step and asked, "Aren't you coming?" I looked down at the magma and shifted my eyes between him and the bridge.
"Are you afraid?" he said with a laugh. "No." I mumbled.
"Well...let's go then." he said. Very sarcastically I must admit. He grabbed my arm and began walking across the bridge. It gave many creaks and groans, something that made me all the more nervous. I closed my eyes in fear."Uh, maybe I don't have to see my dad today. I'm sure I could just call him or something..." I protested.
"Jonah. Honestly, your not afraid to walk though hell by yourself and talk to some of the worst souls here yet your afraid of a bridge?"
"How did you know I talked to the souls?" I asked.
"I'm your spirit guide. I here whatever you say, see whatever you see. Can't here your thoughts anymore, though. Your daddy said to 'give you some privacy'."
"Well that's reassuring." I said. "Are you sure this is safe?"
"Safe enough." Damien replied.
"For you maybe. Your dead."
"There's that too. Lord doesn't really care about safety here, so he hasn't built a new bridge in centuries." he explained. I closed my eyes tighter.
"Please Damien...I don't think I want to walk on this. Let's just go back." I said as he continued to pull me along.
"No."
"But-"
"Jonah."
"Yeah?"
"We're across. We've been across." I opened my eyes and came face to face with a metal black door. "Ready to meet yo' daddy?" Damien asked.
"No..."
This chapter took me longer than I wanted it to because I was too busy listening to the Gorillaz songs backwards! You know it's a great band when their music sounds just as good backwards. Anyways, review, and I'll post soon. I wish at least one of you guys had connections with Damon and Jamie...so I can find out what an 'Evangelist' is supposed to be.