Until The Dawn of Gravity
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
...III...
ANNOUNCEMENT!
I'M GETTING A BOOK PUBLISHED!
SUMMARY:
On the 13th day of the 13th month of the 13th year...magic will return to the world...and the streets will run red with the blood of the (semi)innocent...unless the world is saved by the most unlikely of hero's...baking cupcakes?!
The title is '13/13/13' and it'll be coming to a bookstore or E-Book site near you! Xilbris is the publisher, also available at Amazon, Inkitt and BarnesandNoble.
...responses...
...III...
...(song starts: 'O' Death, Ralph Stanley)...
O, Death
O, Death
The Curator walks through his library...
Won't you spare me over til another year...?
He walks past various images...captured instances of great peril and horror...
Well what is this that I can't see?
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me?
A man suffocating as hundred of cockroaches swarmed into his mouth...
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Dozens of infant sharks eat each other in their mothers womb...
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day?
Men in red robes chanted as they ripped out the young girls heart...
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
A man is dragged naked from his house and brutally beaten up as his house is burnt down...
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
A surgeon happily whistle's as she surgically attaches a screaming mans rectum to a sobbing woman's esophagus...
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour, come and go with me
A woman vomits out a baby, the baby rips her throat out...
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
A man calmly eats his own fingers...
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
Many body parts in jars squirm in pain...they can feel EVERYTHING...including each other!...yet they can't die...
O, Death
O, Death
A mother coddles her baby...then throws him into the fire...
Won't you spare me over til another year?
The Curator puts away his hat and coat...
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
A man is thrown overboard and the weight drag him down...
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin upon my soul
A man bangs on the coffin lid, begging to be let out...
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
A man carves tally mark's into the cell wall...but he runs out of room...so he moves onto FLESH...
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
A man beats on his son while his mother just watches...her eyes dead to the world...
Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
The man blinked as he watched his now headless body stumble forward...his body too stubborn to die...
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
The tax collector looks at the man impatient as he struggles to rip out his gold tooth to pay his debt...
Oh the young, the rich or poor
Hunger like me you know
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
The Curator turns on the light of his study...
O, death
O, death
The Curator picks up a book from his shelf...and sits down at his desk...
Wont you spare me over til another year?
Wont you spare me over til another year?
Wont you spare me over til another year...?
...(Song ends)...
The Curator smiles at his 'guest'. "Well, hello there! Bet you never expected to see me here, did you? Sadly the good doctor had to call in sick, but no matter."
"Today's story is a bit different...a bunch of teenagers, a troubled friendship, a mountain with a dark past..." The man laughs, "Sounds cliche, I know... But I meant what I said about this being different..."
"How, you might wonder? Well among other things...we have a very interesting little relationship brewing. A young boy on the cusp of manhood smitten by a laid back teen old enough to be his babysitter." The Curator looks thoughtful for a moment. "Now you, most laws, ethics, SOCIETY would more or less say that such a trite romantical endeavor was doomed before it could ever truly begin-" He pauses to get up and search his bookcase. -And ordinarily I'd agree with such a sentiment. However- He pulls a book of the shelf -as you'll soon see. There is NOTHING ordinary about this tale. For while reason would insists a mere BOY like Dipper would have no chance in facing the obstacles to come- be it in life or love -on the other hand...well, to quote Albert Camus: 'MAN is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.'"
The Curator puts the book back, sits back down and faces his 'guest' once more. "Now whether or not this can apply to young Dipper...well...I guess will just have to wait and see..."
The room fades to black...
"I REALLY need to fix that blasted light." Said the Curator with a sigh...
...
The webisode pops up revealing Josh Washington, "Well hello friends and fans- He shakes his head, clearly not satisfied - alright let's do that again…" He's briefly seen fixing the camera to zoom in on his face.
He then moves to start again, "Alright. Well hello friends and fans! It's beyond awesome to have you guys all back this year!"
"First off, I gotta say I am super excited to welcome all my pals to the annual Blackwood winter getaway!"
Josh suddenly looks more somber... "So, um… Let me just let you know, let's take a moment to Address the "Elephant in the room" for a second…" He clears his throat.
I know you're all probably worried about me…we haven't talked since...last year...And I know it's gonna be tough on all of us going back after what happened…"
The camera gets a bit shakey here as the guy seems momentarily overwhelmed with emotion... But- I just want you all to know… it means…" Again he pauses...almost looking unsure...Finally he collects himself. "It means so much to me that we're doing this. And I… I know it would mean so much to Hannah and Beth that we're all here, all still together and Thinking of them.
"I really want to spend some quality time with each and every one of you and share some moments that we'll never forget...for the sake of my sisters, you know?"
He claps his hands and gets psyched again, "Okay… so! Let's party like we're fucking porn stars, okay?Make this a night we'll never forget! I'm game! Are You?" The camera cuts off.
"well he seems...interesting." Said Dipper carefully as he, his sister, Wendy and Tambry all got out of the bus and onto a snowy forest area.
"It's okay, you can say it. He's weird. But hey, that just means you two will get along swimmingly." Assured Tambry jokingly.
"Oh, be nice Tambry. If Dipper has proved anything...weird can be pretty dang wonderful." Said Wendy with a smile.
Dipper blushes at the compliment, then remembers something. "Wait, what was all that about his sis-
"Oh, man! It's freezing here! Let's hurry up and get to the cable!" Interrupted Wendy quickly.
They all march down the snowy trail...right into a gate...with a note on it...
Gates busted!
You need to climb over!
Sucks to be you!
-Robbie.
"Ah, what?!" Shouts three of the four of them, annoyed.
It's then Dipper realizes Mable is being uncharacteristically quiet, he turns to see her STILL texting with her new friend. "Mable who are you talking to? You've been on that all day!"
"Yeah, dealing with one introverted phone junkie is enough." Snarks Wendy pointing at Tambry, who just looks at her annoyed.
"Wha? Oh, sorry guys! I just want to get some stuff taken care of digitally before we head up the mountain. That incoming snowstorm is supposed to interfere with cellphones up there, right?"
"Oh, yeah. That's right! I should take care of some last minute stuff as well!" Says Tambry as she types into her phone with even more ferocity."
The only two unplugged members of the group just look at the two 'techies' annoyed.
"So...we'll just climb the fence and try to open the gate for you?" Asked Dipper annoyed.
The two girls just gave a affirmative grunt and went back to their phone.
Both Wendy and Dipper roll their eyes, but go do so.
Wendy pushes Dipper over the gate and Dipper helps lift her up over it.
Dipper quickly gives the gate a once-over. "Alright, seems like a pretty easy fix. I should have the gate open in a minute-
"OR, we could let those two 'techies' stand in the snow a bit while we look around." Says Wendy wickedly.
Dipper smiles at this and obliges.
They continues their walk and stops when they notices a plaque screwed to a pile of stones, they give it a look.
INDIGENOUS PEOPLE AND BUTTERFLY PROPHECIES
"Tribes who lived in these mountains believed that butterflies carried dreams and prophecies of possible futures. The color of the butterfly indicated the nature of the prophecy. Even going as far as to carve totem's to respect and immortalize this concept"
Death: BLACK BUTTERFLIES PROPHESIED THE DREAMER'S DEATH
Danger: RED BUTTERFLIES WARNED OF DANGEROUS EVENTS
Loss: BROWN BUTTERFLIES FORETOLD OF TRAGEDY AFFECTING FRIENDS
Guidance: YELLOW BUTTERFLIES OFFERED VISION TO HELP AND GUIDE
Fortune: WHITE BUTTERFLIES BROUGHT DREAMS OF LUCK AND GOOD FORTUNE
"Despite their reverence, the tribes were also practical. Saying 'the future is uncertain, whether or not these prophecies happened depended on the choices of those who see them and their respect for nature.'"
'huh...neat.' Thinks Wendy to herself, before a nearby wanted poster caught her interest instead...
WANTED
MILGRAM, VICTOR
Sex: Male
Height: 6'2" (1.88m)
Last known address: Blackwood Pines
Last seen: 03/16/1998
Wanted in connection with a first-degree arson offense, as well as various death threats.
Anyone with information regarding this dangerous criminal should contact the RCMP as soon as possible.
'Secluded location...bad cell coverage...bunch a horny teenagers...possible lunatic lurking nearby...this is looking more and more like a cheesy B-movie slasher movie...glad I brought Dipper with me.' Thinks Wendy half-jokingly to herself thoughtful...then the memory of the last time a B-movie cliche nearly killed her crossed her mind...but she quickly brushes that off with a blush.
"Hey Wendy! Look what I just found!"
Wendy looked up and saw that Dipper had discovered one of shooting Gallery's Josh's dad had scatterd throughout the mountain.
Never being able to resist showing off the survival skills her dad force-feed her, Wendy steps up and starts to easily shoot all the targets...
"Dang, Wendy your awesome!"
Wendy tries to just brush Dipper's compliment off, hiding her blush. 'What is wrong with me? He's a freaking KID for crying out loud!' She suddenly throws herself at her targets with extra vigor.
The sudden burst of violence from his ginger friend both confused and startled Dipper...also maybe a little aroused?
Anyway, he stepped back in surprise and nearly tripped on something. He looks down to see an odd-looking object half-buried in the snow...that had a picture of a yellow butterfly on it?
'Huh, must be one of those totem artifacts that plaque talked about.' He reaches down to pick it up-
FLASH!
...
A bird lands and flies away from a table that Wendy is crouched near...
...
Dipper shakes his head baffled. 'What just...wait, where did the totem go?' Sure enough, the totem was no longer in his hand...or seemingly ANYWHERE for that matter...
"What in the...I literally just had it in my...where could it have gone?" Says Dipper out loud baffled as he searches for the wayward totem. He pushes a small sapling to peak behind it-
SPLAT!
Which had the unintended side-effect of Dropping a lot of snow behind Dipper...right onto an approaching Wendy.
Wendy, having just used up all the ammo and getting off on a big adrenaline rush...was rather annoyed by this sudden cool down.
Dipper gaped, "Aw, geez! I'm sorry Wendy! It was an accident, I swear!" He pleaded.
But Wendy just smiled as she scooped up the snow off her coat. "Hey man, no worries...now I can show you how good of a shot I am with both guns AND snow." She says wickedly as she slings the snow.
Dipper let's out a 'yipe' as he dives for cover.
Getting into the spirit of things, Dipper makes a snowball and jumps from the tree ready to retaliate at Wendy...crouched bedside a familiar outdoor table?
Dipper is stunned as an eve MORE familiar bird land and flies away-
"Wait, what?"
SPLAT!
Sadly, Dipper's distraction had given Wendy enough time to see him and launch another snowball, knocking him flat on his back.
Wendy triumphantly runs forward. "Ha! Too slow buddy boy! I'm the champ-GAH!" Shouts Wendy as she trips over a root hidden in the snow-
CRASH!
Both Dipper and Wendy's eyes went wide...Wendy was on top of Dipper...LIP-LOCKED...They both go VERY red...
CLICK!
Both look away just in time to see a VERY happy Mable and Tambry snapping a picture.
"Dang! Barely here for less then an hour and already the trip was worth it!" Laugh Tambry.
"You go Bro-Bro!" Shouts Mable.
Wendy had gone more red then even her HAIR! "Tambry, delete that! DELETE THAT!" Demanded Wendy as she chased after her now laughing friend as she posted the offending picture on her blog...
Meanwhile a VERY confused and flustered Dipper just lay on the ground thinking... 'What just happened?'
...III...
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