Chapter VIII: Back to the Begining
Arthur opened his eyes after the long night of sleep. Raising himself out of bed, Arthur looked out the castle window, to see a familiar person riding across the courtyard. It was himself, and Ash was being dragged behind his horse, just as three years ago happened. A hocking realization hit him. If Ash was just arriving from the future right now, it meant that the Army of the dead hadn't been awakened yet. And Ash didn't know that. When he got to the bookm he would take it without repeating the correct words as to not awaken the skeletons.
Ash sped up on the horse. He could feel the extra weight of the two shirts Sheila had given to him, along with his chainsaw and shotgun. The backwoods of England were very dark at night, and in a time where deadites still controlled most of the area, it wasn't safe out here. The old windmill stood up in the distance, but it was a mistake to return there. Evil Ash was probably trapped in those pieces of broken mirror on the ground. He rode on, glimpsing sights that he had seen before, finding it funny that he was performing a task he had done before.
The town where Ash used to live had been transformed into hell. Within one hundred miles of the mountain in every direction every human had been killed and reborn as a deadite. The sky was blood red, not including the large funnel cloud that touched the summit of the mountain. Evil Ash strolled down the streets, looking a the deadites eating other remains that Evil Ash didn't want to think about.
"Move lackey!" Evil Ash yelled as a deadite jumped into his path growling and foaming at the mouth, glaring at the Ash clone with his pupilless orange eyes. "Move not you stupid dead piece of canine excrement!" Evil Ash yelled kicking the thing in it's shins. The deadite yelped like a dog and ran away.
"Who brought you here?!" A loud voice boomed behind him. Evil Ash turned to find a horrifying sight. Walking behind him was the Necrnomicon. The skin on the cover had stretched oand molded over a muscular deadite, and the naked book was clucthed in it's hands. "Why would someone want filth like you in my kingdom?"
"Your majesty! I am a willing servant to you and you alone. Have you been working out?" Evil Ash said, cowering in fear. He kneeled at the Necronomicon's feet and tried not to breathe.
"Insolent little... Nevermind. Watch for that bothersome Ash to come back through the portal. I want to know when he does. If you fail me I shall---"
"Please, my lord, stop there! I understand. Gotcha loud and clear big papa!" Evil Ash saluted, spun on one heel, and walked away as if he was in the Army. The Necronomicon covered his eyes with his hand, turned and walked away.
"Okay you primitive screwheads! Listen up. This--- is my BOOMSTICK!" Arthur heard Ash yell, standing up in his tower.
Arthur panicked, thinking of how he could get word to Ash at the graveyard not to pick up the book. If he did he would unleash the Army all over again, and there would be twice the amount of deadites!
At the graveyard, Ash loomed over the book....