Okay for this chapter I decided to keep going with the song lyrics thing. So the song that I chose is 'Plus Rien' by Les cowboys fringants. It is a French song, no duh, and under neath in brackets is a translation, also note that these are not direct translations, because French is special and I translated it to the best that I could so ya.
There he was in all his glory, Becs murder, or supposed murder. A murder murdered, how ironic, is it not? Even tough all the gruesome signs pointed to suicide, I knew better. His eyes were gouged and blood oozed out, heart ripped out of his chest and it lay to his right. I ordered Phoenix to cover Luna's eyes but all they could do was stare dumbly at me, this was all happening way to fast for them to understand. Heck I couldn't even keep up. There was something of putting about the situation, no there was something wrong.
I feel alone, I miss Vivian and Ethan. I remember Vivian always comforting me after we watch a scary movie the words she would say. Ethan's comforting arms wrapping around me. Those were the times. Phoenix walked over to me slowly, Luna still had her arms wrapped around him, he barely could walk. He started talking but I didn't listen. My mind was a jumble spotting then I spotted writing, a poem. Once again in Ethan's stupid writing.
You never understood
This is where it gets good
For months I kept it locked inside
But there are thing I just can't hide
A web of lies within my past
This is the first hint as well as the last
Search your mind, your memories
Because all is not as it seems
As darkness ensnares us
Where will you place your trust
No! Stop It Ethan! STOP IT! Then I spotted a knife stuck in his throat, I reluctantly pulled it out, then an unlocking sound, from miles away, What the fuck? I tried staying calm but with all that had happened my mind was in compleat shambles.
I don't know how long we were there or how we got back but I found my self walking into our room. At least something's didn't change. I was dead tired and so was Phoenix, I checked the clock, 11 p.m. We were awake all day, great. We debated telling the high priestess about Luna, and we were going to. Then Phoenix talked me out of it. Me and Phoenix headed for our rooms but then we remembered Luna, and I was secretly a little to scared to sleep alone, and especially Luna, I mean who wouldn't be. We both looked at Luna and seeing the hurt and terror in her eyes we walked over to Phoenix's bed, it was bigger than mine so... Within minutes we were all passed out Luna in the middle and me and. Phoenix cuddling around one another and her, then came the dreams, or memories...
Il ne reste que quelques minutes à ma vie
Tout au plus quelques heures je sens que je faiblis
Mon frère est mort hier au milieu du désert
Je suis maintenant le dernier humain de la terre
(I only have a few minutes left to live
I feel as though I am becoming weaker by the hour
My brother died in the middle of the desert yesterday
I am now the last human on earth)
I feel alone, I don't know what's going on. My life is flashing before my eyes it's racing, to fast! It's to fast!
On m'a décrit jadis, quand j'étais un enfant
Ce qu'avait l'air le monde il y a très très longtemps
Quand vivaient les parents de mon arrière grand-père
Et qu'il tombait encore de la neige en hiver
(They told me once, when I was a child
What the world was like a long long time ago
When my great gran-dad's parents were alive
And when snow still fell in winter)
Then it stops, stops at a recent memory, six moths ago, February 13th, ironically it was a Friday, a Friday the 13th. It seemed to be a normal day until in the middle of math class, which was second last period, Vivian gets phoned to the office along we me and Ethan.
En ces temps on vivait au rythme des saisons
Et la fin des étés apportait la moisson
Une eau pure et limpide coulait dans les ruisseaux
Où venaient s'abreuver chevreuils et orignaux
(In those days we lived to the rhythm of the seasons
And with the end of summer brought with it harvest time
A pure and clear water ran in the streams
Where the deer and moose came to drink)
We thought it was nothing, we were carefree. But boy had we underestimated what was coming. They told Vivian that her mother had died that day, she was found at home, the bottle of sleeping pills layer next to her completely empty. Her mother had bought the pills that day and committed suicide. I remember the way Vivian cried after that, how a the funeral she kept screaming at her mother for leaving her behind. She still doesn't even act the same anymore. Her and her mother had a strong bond and when it broke Vivian became darker. She became even more obsessed with horror and death in general.
Mais moi je n'ai vu qu'une planète désolante
Paysages lunaires et chaleur suffocante
Et tous mes amis mourir par la soif ou la faim
Comme tombent les mouches...
jusqu'à ce qu'il n'y ait plus rien...
Plus rien...
Plus rien...
(But I've only seen a dressing planet
Lunar landscapes and suffocating heat
And all my friend die of thirst and heat
Falling like flies...
Until nothing was left...
Nothing...
Nothing...)
The memory fades away.
Il ne reste que quelques minutes à ma vie
Tout au plus quelques heures je sens que je faiblis
Mon frère est mort hier au milieu du désert
Je suis maintenant le dernier humain de la terre
(I only have a few minutes left to live
I feel as though I am becoming weaker by the hour
My brother died in the middle of the desert yesterday
I am now the last human on earth)
It turns into something else, this memory is more distant but I still remember it vividly. I was six almost to be seven and at that time I had a brother, Samael. He was about ten I think when he ran away one cool October night, I was distraught but got over it three years later, well sort of.
Tout ça a commencé il y a plusieurs années
Alors que mes ancêtres étaient obnubilés
Par des bouts de papier que l'on appelait argent
Qui rendaient certains hommes vraiment riches et puissants
(All this happened years ago
When my ancestors were obsessed
With bits of paper they called money
That made some men rich and powerful)
Then one thing I found peculiar about him was well in grade three, we were doing what was does your name mean project for religion class, stupid catholic schools. But I checked, Samael means demon angel of death, prince of the power of the air, and master of ceremonies, but not human ceremonies, but demon ceremonies, there was also a link to another name in the bottom page, Asmoday meaning prince of demons; thought to be the serpent that deceived Eve. Weird right? But I guess Vivian might have liked all this stuff an,out mythology, especially the part about the dark world, classic demon story. In a way I am like Vivian but in so many others we are completely different.
Et ces nouveaux dieux ne reculant devant rien
Étaient prêts à tout pour arriver à leurs fins
Pour s'enrichir encore ils ont rasé la terre
Pollué l'air ambiant et tari les rivières
(And these new Gods, backing down from nothing
Were ready to do anything to achieve their ends
To become even wealthier they sheared the earth
Polluted the air and dried up the rivers)
I became less focused on my memories and on Ethan's poems. They were puzzles I needed to solve. It was starring at me in the fact but I couldn't figure it out, God dammit!
Mais au bout de cent ans des gens se sont levés
Et les ont avertis qu'il fallait tout stopper
Mais ils n'ont pas compris cette sage prophétie
Ces hommes-là ne parlaient qu'en termes de profits
(But after about a hundred years people started to wake up
And they warned them they needed to stop
But the didn't understand the wise prophecy
Those men only spoke profit)
Different ideas flooded my head but nine made any sense. Then the memories came back, this one of a couple days ago, Vivian, Ethan and I were watching a scary movie, I hated it and Vivian was normal but Ethan, he was different, he almost enjoyed seeing those actors fake their deaths, he was thrilled by the kill that wasn't even his, he became someone, no something else.
C'est des années plus tard qu'ils ont vu le non-sens
Dans la panique ont déclaré l'état d'urgence
Quand tous les océans ont englouti les îles
Et que les inondations ont frappé les grandes villes
(It was some years later that they saw the errors of their ways
In a panic they decal red at state of emergency
When all the oceans engulfed the islands
And the floods hit the big cities)
It was right there! He wasn't normal, at least not any more, he wasn't the Ethan I had know years ago, he was something more. Yet I ignored it all, and a part of still doesn't and never will accept it.
Et par la suite pendant toute une décennie
Ce fut les ouragans et puis les incendies
Les tremblements de terre et la grande sécheresse
Partout sur les visages on lisait la détresse
(And for a decade afterward
It was hurricane and fires
Earthquakes and a great flood
You could see distress on everyone's face)
What was he?! Then it hit me! I went back to researching by brothers name, then the link, it talked about the Antichrist, the one sen to doom us all, and I remember from history which was mythology last year that every myth has an Antichrist. I just had to figure out which one he was. But wait he is just a teen, how could he be a highly respected, in the demon world, man or thing?
Les gens ont dû se battre contre les pandémies
Décimés par millions par d'atroces maladies
Puis les autres sont morts par la soif ou la faim
Comme tombent les mouches jusqu'à ce qu'il n'y ait plus rien...
Plus rien...
Plus rien...
(People had to fight against pandemics
Were killed in millions by atrocious disease
And all my friend die of thirst and heat
Falling like flies...
Until nothing was left...
Nothing...
Nothing...)
What the hell! Then it hit me, I had to find a computer, NOW!
I jolted out of my sleep and ran out of the room but also to be careful not to wake Phoenix or Luna. I got a mental wave, 'come back to the bed'
'No' was all I sent back
'Come here and I will tell you everything' It was kind of a shock to hear his say that, or mentally but I also remember how Phoenix tried to steal clear of certain topics, *cough* Ethan *cough*. So I stubbled back into the bedroom to Phoenix lying there awake cradling Luna in his arms, here we go, all the crap was about to hit the fan.
Mon frère est mort hier au milieu du désert
Je suis maintenant le dernier humain de la terre
Au fond l'intelligence qu'on nous avait donnée
N'aura été qu'un beau cadeau empoisonné
(My brother died in the middle of the desert yesterday
I am now the last human on earth
In the end the intelligence we were given
Will have perhaps been no more than a beautiful poisonous gift)
The story was not to long, but long enough for me to go crazy.
A mother carrying a child, but not an ordinary child, it was a child conceived by darkness, born of hate, and clothed in lust or killing. She ran to the only place were she knew the child could be saved, here. The mother approached the high priestess and begged for her child to be saved. She said that she would pay anything or do anything to turn the child away from its pitch black future. The high priestess gave into her request but added something to their deal, the mother gave a piece of her sole to save the child. But the high priestess warned her that the child would never be safe, that it could only be safe when it's father, Pyro. But the father never intended to stop looking, for he would eventually y find her and the child and bring the infant to darkness.
Car il ne reste que quelques minutes à la vie
Tout au plus quelques heures je sens que je faiblis
Je ne peux plus marcher j'ai peine à respirer
Adieu l'humanité...
Adieu l'humanité...
(As I only have a few minutes left to live
I feel as though I am becoming weaker by the hour
I can't walk anymore, I can hardly breath...
Goodbye humanity...
Goodbye humanity...)
And that is all you are getting for now my loving readers, until next time...