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ComedyMonarchy- Don't worry about Harry and the other characters. And yes, the York brothers will argue about something soon!
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This chapter is 14 pages! The longest chapter ever so far! I hope you all enjoy it!
By the way, when the Gang start singing, play "Land of Confusion" by Genesis.
That'll be all. ;-)
"How can Tudor know?!" Loki hissed. "How?!"
"I don't know!" Thor hissed back. "I honestly don't know!"
Loki sighed and leaned back in his chair, one leg over the other. "We should have taken normal earth names when we came here…"
He slapped his head suddenly. "How could I have been so stupid?!" he cursed. He looked up at Thor. "I mean, how could I?! You're the stupid one!"
"Well, not even you can get everything right, Loki."
"We're doomed…" Loki moaned, head in his hands. "We're doomed."
"Loki, just manipulate his mind! Make him forget what he did!"
"Thor, everyone else saw! I'll have to brainwash all of them to make everyone forget!"
"As if that's ever stopped you from doing what you want," Thor replied. "You've fought bigger, brother."
Loki looked up. He grinned evilly.
"Ehehehehehehehehehehehe! Brother! You're right! For once, you're actually right!"
"Loki, stop grinning like that! You're scaring me!"
Loki stood up. "Ehehehehehehe!" he laughed.
"Loki!"
"EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"
"Brother!"
Loki's eyes snapped together at that word. He glared at Thor.
"I'm not your brother!" he hissed. "I am Laufey's son!"
Thor's face fell. "Wha-?"
"I am a Jotun, you mewling quim!"
"I don't… I don't understand-"
"You think I ever cared for you? For Asgard?"
"Loki, I-"
"Soon, I shall take what is rightfully mine!"
"Brother!"
"And I shall watch the Nine Realms burn!"
"You can't-"
Loki held his hands up to the sky.
"AND THE UNIVERSE SHALL BELONG TO LOKI!"
"LOKI!" Thor yelled. "STOP THIS!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Thor watched in horror as something white at first flew out of his brother's chest. It formed into Loki's image.
And it grinned.
It grinned.
"Hello, Thor," he grinned. "Brother…"
"Who are you?" Thor thundered, grabbing his trusty hammer Mjölnir. "What are you?"
"I am Loki! Of Asgard! And I am burdened with glorious purpose!"
"You are not my brother!"
"Yes, Thor, I am! I am Loki in the future! What you make him become!"
It lifted up a hand, and another form of Loki rose up beside him.
He had tears in his eyes.
"Thor!" he yelled. "Get away from here!"
"Not without you, brother!"
"Ehehehehe!" It laughed. "You'll have to take us both, brother! We are one and the same!"
"Thor! Go!"
"No!"
"Ehehehehehe!"
It grabbed the crying Loki by the throat.
"No!" Thor cried, rushing forward.
It pushed him back with a blast of ice.
"Watch, brother," It marvelled. "As I am set free!"
It then stabbed crying Loki through the heart.
The crying Loki disintegrated in front of Thor.
"I've just destroyed my humanity…" It shrugged. "What fun!"
Thor collapsed to his knees.
It walked over to Loki's physical form and kicked it.
He turned to Thor, who had tears streaming down his face.
"Mischief time!"
It then bent over and touched Loki's forehead. He closed his eyes and concentrated…
He slowly merged into Loki's body.
Loki opened his eyes.
He stood up.
And he grinned.
"I am off for fun, Thor!" Loki smiled innocently. "Where is Sigyn?"
"You monster!" Thor yelled. He lunged for Loki.
Loki stood there, grinned.
SLURGH!
Loki had stabbed Thor through the heart, like he had done to his humanity a few minutes earlier.
"B-b-brother?" Thor gasped, coughing up blood.
Loki stared at him in the eye, no remorse anywhere on his cold features.
Thor looked down to see a golden sceptre he'd never seen before held in Loki's hand, and looking up, he saw Loki wearing his familiar armour and ram helmet.
But his eyes were blue.
"Goodbye, brother…" Loki hissed, before pushing the sceptre in further, making a louder, sicker splurge sound echo across the room.
The door slammed open.
A loud scream was heard.
Loki's head whipped round to see what had disturbed him from his fun.
Sigyn stood there, hands to her mouth in shock, tears pouring down her face.
Loki grinned evilly.
Thor's body feel to the floor with a heavy thud.
"Hello, dear!" he purred. He frowned as she started to slowly back away. "What? Don't want to have any fun?"
She shook her head and backed away further.
Loki face changed into a snarl. "Oh, no, no! Don't you dare!"
Sigyn turned and ran.
"Come back here, you bitch!"
Loki's grip tightened and he leapt after her.
Soon, an ear-piercing scream, swiftly followed by grunts and thuds, could be heard echoing across the building.
Loki pushed up her dress, forcing himself on top of her. He thrust in roughly, resulting in louder screams from the girl beneath him.
"Shut.." Thrust. "Up!" Loki snarled, slapping her across the face with his sceptre.
Sigyn screamed.
Loki pushed in harder.
Blood seeped down Sigyn's legs.
Loki grinned.
"So, you are a virgin after all!" he marvelled. "You're not a whore like your mother after all!"
"LOKI, LET ME GO! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WR-"
WHACK!
"SHUT. UP!" Loki hissed.
"PLEASE! WHERE IS THOR?!"
Smirking, Loki pointed to the crumpled body of his older brother, blood seeping out of the gaping hole in his chest.
"You killed him!" Sigyn gasped in horror.
"No sh*t, Sherlock!" the younger brother jeered, thrusting in harder. "By Odin, you're beautiful… And you're all MINE!"
Harder thrusts made Sigyn's screams a whole new octave. Loki slapped her with his sceptre again.
"SHUT UP!"
He pulled away and stood up. He kicked her hard between her legs. Sigyn screamed in agony.
"SHUT UP!" Loki bent down and looked her right in the eye. "You are a whore. You're a concubine who simply warmed my bed. You're useless, worthless and I don't need you. I would rather sleep with a Frost Giant than you. You're pathetic!"
Sigyn looked down at the floor. "If I am worthless…" she whispered. "Then why do you spend such…intimate pleasures with me just then, Loki? Surely you should be sleeping with a Frost Giant now?"
Loki smirked, turning around to laugh.
"Intimate…" he chuckled.
He then suddenly spun round, delivering a jaw breaking punch to her face.
"YOU MEWLING QUIM! WHO ARE YOU TO SAY WHAT I SHOULD DO?!"
He spat on her.
"…Out of my sight."
Sigyn did not move, clutching her face and looking at the floor.
"OUT!"
She did not move.
"OUT!"
"…No."
Loki paused in raising his sceptre. His eyes narrowed into catlike slits. "What did you say?" he hissed.
Sigyn looked up at him, a strange sort of smile on her face.
"No, Loki. I will not leave."
His jaw clenched. His grip tightened. He smiled. "Very well then, my dear…" he purred. "Have it your way…"
And he brought the sceptre down.
Screaming, Loki leapt upright in his bed. The sheets were tangled. He screamed and fell out of the bed, landing with a heavy thud on the floor.
"Loki?"
Sigyn peered over the edge of his side of the bed. "Kitten? What's wrong? Why are you on the floor?"
Loki trembled in fear, screaming.
Eyes widening, Sigyn leapt out of her side of the bed, ran round to where Loki lay, slide onto his knees beside him, and clasped him tightly to her chest.
"Shh… It's okay, Loki. It's okay…"
Loki sobbed into her top, clutching her hands tightly.
"Sigyn…" he wept. "I-I-I_I'm sorry."
"Shh…"
"I-I-I never want to hurt you. Please help me be better."
"Loki, it's alright, you're safe now."
Looking up, Loki saw It standing there in his armour and horned helmet. Grinning, It held a finger to his lips.
Loki screeched in terror. He pushed his head further into Sigyn's top.
"Get away from me!" he cried. "Leave her alone! Leave me alone! Leave me alone, leave me alone, LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Sigyn rocked him back and forth to calm him.
"Shh…" she murmured gently, kissing his head. "Shh…"
It grinned at his work.
When Loki eventually looked up again, the dark god had gone.
10th May 2013- 2pm.
George stood up straight, pulling the microphone down closer to his face.
Inside the school hall, the audience buzzed with excitement at the scene before them.
Warwick stood by the door, arms folded across his chest. He watched as Hal sat down on the drums, Richard tuned his bass guitar; Tudor sat down before the keyboard and synthesisers. In his own hands, George tuned his guitar, licking his lips nervously.
Next to them, on a raised platform, Ned, Edmund, Harry, Clarence and other male members of the Gang stood before several microphones.
Anne's son, who didn't have a name yet, was still in hospital- along with his mother. The identity of the baby's father was still a mystery, and Warwick had made all the males in the room, excluding Thor and Loki and the rest of the new students, take DNA tests. The results would be in in about two weeks.
Meanwhile, the culprit of the "Great Middleham Fire" (as it had been called) had still not been discovered. Warwick was determined to find who the culprit was, but the police could find no leads.
Tudor's memory of his outburst at the hospital had been erased. Loki, shortly after his horrific nightmare, had gone and erased everybody's memory of the outburst. He couldn't erase the memory of the fire; he would probably have to erase the memory of the entire world to make everyone forget that. And that was pointless.
Instead, he'd gone around in the night- after being comforted by Sigyn from the horrible nightmare he'd dreamt- and erased the memory of everyone in the hospital room, starting with Tudor.
He'd deleted Tudor's internet history after hacking into his computer, finding some very good illegal porn on there while he was at it, and burned his book on mythology that had Thor's picture in it. Stupid Thor for being so clumsy and clueless…
It had been easy erasing the minds of Anne, Warwick and the others. Being a god, and an expert in tricks and sorcery, Loki was able to do it in half an hour with extra time to go pull some pranks on unsuspecting Midgardians before returning to Sigyn's bedside.
Tired, he'd cast a spell on time, freezing all the clocks in the world at 6:59am till he saw fit to reverse it. He spent many hours sleeping and waking up to "play" with Sigyn before finally falling into a deep sleep that lasted for what felt like 10 hours.
He then reversed the spell and time continued normally everywhere in the world with no apparent catastrophic side effects.
And the best thing of all…
No one suspected him as the culprit of the fire at all…
Oh, how he loved being a god!
George looked dangerously unhealthy. He had deep, black/purple bags that sunk heavily under his bloodshot eyes. His skin was deadly pale, and hollow over his cheekbones and face- making him look like a zombie returned from the dead.
He was dangerously skinny. When his clothes were off, his ribs stood out against his already shrunken looking body. His shoulder blades made the top part of his body look huge.
And Richard was terrified of his possible death.
"George…" he said as he walked over to him on the stage. "I think you need to see a doctor."
George looked up at him with his narrow, restless and still defined eyes. "That's pretty goddamn obvious," he snapped, turning back to his guitar.
Richard blinked, stunned. He moved closer, placing a hand on the man's bony shoulder. "If you're like this because of Lennie's death, then-"
"Lennie ain't dead!" George snapped, nearly shouting, whirling round to face Richard again. "He's gone, I know, but he ain't dead. He's gone to live in a cave, like he said. So you shut your mouth right now before I sock you one. Don't talk to me again."
"But, George, I-"
"I said, 'don't talk to me'!"
Richard opened his mouth to reply, but then thought not to, and closed it. He nodded stiffly. "Okay. I won't. The curtain will be up in 5 minutes."
He turned and walked away.
George watched him go, and then turned around to face his guitar again. He knew that Richard meant well, Richard always meant well, but he needed to deal with his own problems by himself, like he'd always done.
He finished tuning his guitar just as the curtain pulled up.
The audience cheered as the light shone down on them.
"Hello, everybody!" Richard shouted down his microphone. "How are you all this evening?"
The audience cheered even louder in response.
"Great! 'Cause we've got a hell of a jam for you all tonight!"
More cheers.
The concert went on for 2 ½ hours.
"For the encore!" Richard yelled. "Richard and the Gang present 'Land of Confusion' by Genesis!"
Warwick screamed like a fan girl at that!
'Genesis rocks!" he screamed over the screeches over the students.
"One. Two. One, two, three, four!"
The music roared to life.
George stepped up to the microphone.
George:
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams.
Been haunted by a million screams!
But I can hear the marching feet.
They're moving into the street.
Now did you read the news today?
They say the dangers gone away!
But I can see the fires still alight.
They're burning into the night.
George and the Gang:
There's too many men.
Too many people.
Making too many problems!
And not much love to go round.
Can't you see, this is a land of confusion?
This is the world we live in.
Ned and the others: Uhoooahh!
George and the Gang:
And these are the hands we're given!
Ned and the others: Uhoooahh!
George and the Gang:
Use them and let's start trying.
Ned and the others: Uhoooahh!
George and the Gang:
To make it a place worth living in.
George:
Ooh, Superman, where are you now?
When everything's gone wrong somehow?
The men of steel, the men of power.
Are losing control by the hour.
George and the Gang:
This is the time.
This is the place.
Where we look for the future.
And there's not much love to go round.
Tell me why, this is a land of confusion?
This is the world we live in.
Ned and the others: Uhoooahh!
George and the Gang:
And these are the hands we're given!
Ned and the others: Uhoooahh!
George and the Gang:
Use them and let's start trying.
Ned and the others: Uhoooahh!
George and the Gang:
To make it a place worth living in.
The instrumental plays and George takes a deep, shaking breath before singing.
George:
I remember long ago.
When the sun was shining.
And the stars were bright,
All through the night,
And the sound of your laughter.
As I held you tight.
So long ago…
He gives a shaky smile. He music begins to build up.
George:
I won't be coming home tonight.
My generation will put it right!
We're not just making promises.
That we know, we'll never keep.
George and the Gang:
Too many men.
There's too many people.
Making too many problems!
And not much love to go round.
Can't you see, this is a land of confusion?
Now this is the world we live in.
Ned and the others: Uhoooahh!
George and the Gang:
And these are the hands we're given!
Ned and the others: Uhoooahh!
George and the Gang:
Use them and let's start trying.
Ned and the others: Uhoooahh!
George and the Gang:
To make it a place worth fighting for.
This is the world we live in.
Ned and the others: Uhoooahh!
George and the Gang:
And these are the names we're given!
Ned and the others: Uhoooahh!
George and the Gang:
Stand up and let's start showing.
Ned and the others: Uhoooahh!
George and the Gang:
Just where our lives are going to.
The music carries on playing and then dies off, and the audience erupts into cheers, including Warwick!
The Gang, along with the members on the platform, come to the front of the stage, line up and bow. They then exit through the two sides of the stage.
Tudor high-fived Richard joyfully. "We're a hit!" he cheered. "We're bloody brilliant!"
"We're gonna be rock stars!" Ned grinned, slapping Hal on the back. "Hey King Hal, let's do that again!"
"Yeah!" Hal grinned. "That was fun!"
"Hal, you da man!" Mercutio laughed, pulling him into a head grip, ruffling his hair playfully. "You so gonna rule this place!"
"Merc, my hair!"
"You got crazy hair, Hal!"
"Not as crazy as yours!"
"Oooh, challenge accepted!"
The Gang watched as the two adults started to wrestle one another spiritedly, grunting and laughing as they grabbed each other's hair and pulled on it with vigor.
"You got crazy hair!"
"No, you got crazy hair!"
"No you!"
"No you!"
"No y-"
"Guys, you so crazy!" Ned laughed heartedly, drinking from his bottle of alcohol in one swig.
Richard frowned for a moment.
Then he smiled.
"Come on, George!" he laughed. "Come eat something with us!"
"Free buffet!" Mercutio shouted, eyes flashing, forgetting his fight. He rushed to the counter, with Hal eagerly in tow.
Hermia, walking in, laughed out loud at Mercutio's fit to burst chipmunk face. "You two!" she sighed, wiping away her tears of laughter. "You two really are the Devil Twins!"
Hal and Mercutio grinned at each other.
George picked up his guitar, as everyone laughed, and silently slinked out. The door clinked shut.
Hermia joined the two at the counter, heaping up her plate with food, and sat down on a chair with her feet up on the table.
She looked around.
"Hey, wasn't George here too?"
Everyone looked around as well. Richard sighed heavily. "He needs help…" he said. "Haven't you all noticed how unhealthy he looks?"
"Do you think he's on drugs?" Hal asked, his face serious. "Do you think he's drinking, or something?"
Richard shook his head. "No. It seems like he's… losing the will to live."
A tense silence hung in the room.
Finally, Ned spoke up. "It's because of Lennie, isn't it?"
"What else could it be?"
"His mother?"
"That too."
Mercutio scratched his head. "Is he…"
"Is he what?" Richard asked.
"You know…"
"No, I don't."
"Queer?"
"The word is 'homosexual'," Geoff's smooth voice replied, and the Gang turned as he came strolling in. "I know he is, because my brother's one too."
"Johnny's gay?" Hal sniggered.
"No. Rich is."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"How do you know?"
Geoffrey raised an eyebrow. "I just know. I'm from a very knowledgeable family."
"I gathered…"
Hermia grinned at him. "Well, there's nothing wrong with your brother, or George for that matter, being gay. They're perfectly normal people."
"Do you think they're gay for each other?" Ned tittered.
Richard threw a shoe at him.
"No, Ned. You know that George loves L-"
He stopped.
"Loves who, Dickon?"
"Come on, who?"
"It's pretty obvious who he loves," Tudor stated, also coming in and heading for the counter. "It's Lennie."
He turned to face Richard. "That's right, isn't it?"
Richard nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, that's who he loves. He told me at Christmas."
"What if it's just a phase?" Hermia asked. "Plenty of people think that they're gay, and then they just grow out of it."
Richard shook his head. "I don't think it's a phase…"
"Well, it could be worse, couldn't it?" Mercutio grinned.
"How?" Hal asked.
"Well, he could be transgender."
"MERCUTIO!" everyone yelled.
Mercutio laughed.
George closed his bedroom door, letting it click shut as he approached his cupboard. He placed his guitar against the cupboard door and approached his bed.
He collapsed with a heavy sigh onto the soft duvet; arms eagle spread, and closed his eyes. He crawled up to the top of his bed and climbed underneath the covers. He turned onto his side and looked out of his window that swung in the gentle night's breeze.
"I got you to look after me, but you got me to look after you."
"You'll be a great man someday, George. I know you will be."
"I think you need to see a doctor."
"I'm a man of faith, George. You're not a sinner in my eyes."
"What are your intentions towards him?"
"You need to get help."
"He's gone, George. I'm afraid he's gone."
"She's dead. Your mother-"
"Lennie. Lennie is named as dead."
"It's not like you felt anything else for him, did you?"
"I ain't gonna leave you, Lennie."
"You said that I'd be safe. Why ain't I safe, George?"
"You should get help!"
"You're going to kill yourself if you continue like this!"
"I said, 'Don't talk to me!'"
"HE"S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!"
George screamed. He buried his head underneath his pillow.
He wanted to be left alone.
He wanted to disappear.
He wanted to reverse time.
He wanted his mother back.
He wanted the father that he'd never met to be here- alive.
He wanted to be better.
He wanted to be comfortable with himself.
He wanted to be like all the others- with girlfriends and full families.
He wanted to be happy.
He wanted to know what his sexual preferences were.
He hated feeling like this.
He hated being antisocial.
He hated being around others.
He hated himself.
He hated Lennie for being so mentally challenged.
He hated looking after him all the time.
He wanted his own life.
He wanted to be free.
He wished that Lennie were normal.
He wished he could feel comfortable around him.
He wished that he could decide what he wanted to feel around him.
He wished his mother were here.
He wished his father were here.
He wished that Lennie were here.
He wished he were alone.
He wished he were dead.
He wished he could disappear.
He wished he could disappear.
He wished he could disappear.
He wished he could disappear.
Like Lennie had.
He wished he could disappear...
Heathcliff watched from a window as Cathy and Hindley sat at supper. He wasn't allowed in there- Hindley had banished him from being indoors- he had to sit in the rain and eat the scrapings as his leftovers. He watched with dark eyes. He would get his revenge of Hindley someday. He was going to make him suffer for taking Cathy away from him- so will that milksop Edgar Linton and his whiny bitch of a sister, Isabella.
The rain poured down heavily, ruining his already wreaked clothes, but Heathcliff didn't care. He simply sat there; watching with narrow, hate filled eyes. He would sit in there one day, with Cathy at his side, and who ever tried to stop him would be killed with his bare hands.
Just them, Hindley got up from his seat and walked away, yelling at Joseph to get him another bottle of wine, leaving Cathy alone. Slinking down from the tree, Heathcliff crept towards the window and knocked on it as quietly as he could with a fist.
Cathy's head turned sharply at the noise, and quickly, she hurried over. She pulled the window open, causing a cold gust of air to swirl in. She leaned over and hissed: "You can't come in!"
"Why not?" Heathcliff replied angrily.
"Hindley will come back in any second now. Here."
She went over to the counter, spooned some of the leftover food on a plate, placed a knife and fork on it, and hurried over to the window again.
By this time, Heathcliff had stood up, watching, and automatically took the plate when Cathy handed it to him, even though he didn't actually want to.
"I'll give you some more once I can get out of here," Cathy said, smiling.
Heathcliff frowned, looking at the plate of food and then back up at her. "Why can't you come now?" he asked.
"I can't, Heathcliff. I need to finish eating, but Hindley will come back soon. I'll get away from him then."
"Why can't you come with me now, Cathy?"
"I can't, Heathcliff."
"But-"
The sound of footsteps was heard echoing from behind the door. Cathy pushed Heathcliff away.
"Go on, Heathcliff, run!"
"No!"
"Heathcliff, run!"
"I won't r-"
Cathy slammed the window down, cutting Heathcliff's angry refusal short. Frowning even more, he quickly slinked off into the darkness as Cathy sat back down in her seat, picked up her cutlery and began eating again as her brother stormed back in.
"Where is that gypsy beggar?" he slurred.
"Hindley, you're drunk, go to bed."
"Oh, my little sister disapproves of my drinking?" Hindley grinned, swigging down the rest of his tenth bottle of wine. "Well, I know some people who don't. Now where is that gypsy beggar? Joseph! Joseph, saddle me my horse!"
He turned to his sister.
"Cathy, I want you to stay here indoors. I'll be back late tomorrow evening."
As he walked out, Nelly- Hindley and Cathy's servant and childhood nursemaid- came in. She sat down beside the fire and started to knit.
"Have you seen Heathcliff?" was all she said.
"No," Cathy replied.
"You're lying Cathy. I've known you your whole life, so I know when you're lying. Have you seen Heathcliff?"
"He wanted to come in, but I gave him some food and sent him away."
"That boy's nothing but trouble, Cathy. Be wary of him."
"Nelly, I've known Heathcliff for almost my entire life, I can't stay away from him. He and I are the same. Our souls are the same. Even death couldn't separate us!"
"Don't say such things," Nelly scolded, tying a loose end in her knitting. "You talk of the Devil's work."
"If I have to go to Hell to be with Heathcliff, then so be it!" Cathy replied, her "Earnshaw eyes" glowing fiercely, intensely and passionately.
"Hush, child."
"I will not!"
Standing up, Cathy turned and ran out of the door. Nelly watched through the window from the fireplace as Cathy's petit figure disappeared into the dark.
She shook her head.
Something was going to have to be done about those two…