Hey! The last chapter guys and this is special! A poem by Queen Narwhal to celebrate the ending of this story.
The Devil is a funny thing,
We cannot see it,
Yet we fear.
We fear darkness.
We fear misery.
We fear death.
The Devil is deceiving.
As we all are.
Hidden under false faces.
We are falsely happy.
We are falsely sad.
We are falsely ignorant.
The Devil is within us all.
And our demons yearn to break out,
to wreak havoc on this world.
And the demons are us.
Jessica took the now familiar drive to Mr. Shurley's house, without Marion, for once. She drove there about once a month so she could learn about the 'art of writing' and also that she could see the writing first hand. She really thought she could write a book, and was in fact doing one right now. Mr. Shurley was very nice about about it and helped her with the editing and the like.
In return, he sent her the manuscript's of Dean and Sam's adventures as soon as he could get them down by email. Jessica knew about the rings, and for their sake, and the world's that it worked. As always, she took in a deep breath.
She knocked on the door.
It opened without much effort from her, and Jessica grew worried. Had robbers broken in?
"Mr. Shurley?" She asked.
The place was empty.
The computer was on though, and from the front door she could see it had text on it.
Jessica picked her way through the debris and bottles.
The cursor blinked. It was a document.
The printer whirred to life and Jessica jumped as it started printing.
"Mr. Shurley?" Jessica looked around, shouldering her bag that she had worn all those months ago when she had found out that monsters were real.
The printer spat out the last page, and Jessica picked the paper up.
In stark black words it read:
THE END
The cursor blinked on the computer screen.
Once.
Twice.
Jessica sat down in the vacant chair.
She dropped her bag beside her.
NOT YET
EXILE ON MAIN STREET
CHAPTER ONE
Jessica hummed the tune of a song she had heard before.
Ba dum ba dum ding.
Special thanks to Queen Narwhal.
~Cyfir