Pirates of the Bermuda Triangle: The bloody water

Prologue.

The trumpets roared, and the drums echoed beats as the flag of the waters rushed straight into the air. The flag blew swiftly, and vibrated throughout the sky. A flag so big and charming flew across the sky like a meteor. The instruments got louder, the drum rolls appeared quick and in unison. The drums stop and the world let out a huge roar. The stadium had remained quiet. The Flags lowered down. The lights blew out. Suddenly a fountain of confetti and blood came falling from the sky. Everything lit up again. Everyone started dancing, everyone started laughing and cheering. Most of the people were drunk, and hadn't got any sleep.

A lot of the men were, for once very disrespectful. It seemed as though insanity had finally taken over the land. Glass bottles were cracked on the floor. People's brains were lengthened out of their own heads. This was very unpleasant, indeed.

It rained blood as the wickedness of the people danced and singed. The sign of what they were doing was wrong. But it seemed to them that they had the need to celebrate. There, stood his feet, looking at the world. There looking at the people, the people who betrayed everything. The world had finally come together to celebrate death. But no one cared.

"This is terrible. Could it get any worse than this…?"

Roy gazed into the sky, while watching the blood of his brother fall onto the flesh of other's faces. He wiped off the blood on his face. He looked deeper into the sky. He could almost see his brother's face, and could almost hear his voice, damning Roy to his death.

"What have I done…? Why did I… Kill… Him.? Forgive me, brother."

Suddenly, the dancing stopped, and the voices started singing, " Oh how we know he's gone, he never gave us happiness. But since his brother saved us all, we are free from his wickedness."

Roy kneeled down; still gazing into the sky. He whispered, " It's all lies… He was preventing…"

Roy bowed down and fell into the bloodied ground. He caressed the floor closely and screamed, "I didn't mean to!"

Everyone kept quiet, and turned into Roy's direction.

"Would you all just shut up?" He yelled at them.

Everyone laughed. Beyond the corridors, children appeared out of no where and attacked Roy with rotten fruits and vegetables. The juiciness of the fruits, that were once fresh and smooth rusted into a disgusting rush of mockment and disability. The fruits and vegetables splashed onto Roy's face. Very soon, everyone started throwing items at him. Forks, spoons, knives, food, any sort of item would do. As long as the substance of his brother was removed from the earths surface.

The strong built men grabs onto Roy's shoulders and legs. The men placed him on a giant cutting board. The children mocked his bravery and laughed at him as he was put to his humiliation. The women cried, but not of sadness but of laughter. The rest of the men threw objects at Roy as though he were a punching bag. The emptiness of the night laughed as though his brother was bringing Roy down to his death.

"To the depths of hell you will go!" a voice screamed.

The drums banged loudly.

"To hell!" another voice echoed.

The Raining blood fell deeper and poundingly.

"Damn you! For none of us appreciate your presence here!" the last voice he had heard spoken.

The drums then made sounds loud and clear and in unison. The band thoroughly joined at the drums grew louder and louder.

"I had no choice, I had to do it. If I hadn't, all of these people would be dead. But now it's backfiring at me. But I didn't mean for anything bad to happen. They all just want me to be backfired for nothing. Now I am the one to die. But I don't deserve it."

The crowd's singing and dancing quieted down. Echoes started to rise, but the sounds of laughter brushed away and faded into the darkness. Roy closed his eyes, darkness grew closer into him.

"Ugh," Roy groaned, as the crucifier digged his axe into Roy's leg.

"We don't want your presence here… We want to smell every substance of your brother's blood!" the crucifier yelled and digged his axe into Roy's lower hip.

Roy spat out some blood and some liquidy liquid. Roy coughed loudly. He couldn't run away from the crucifier, for he had been tied down with his brother's flesh. He groaned loudly and yelled in pain as the children through oil at his face.
"Ahh, please, stop it!" Roy screamed.

Suddenly he ripped through the flesh and reached for the hood of the crucifier's face.

"Marth?" Roy whispered in confusion.

"Yes, Roy… I have come to kill you. Your presence is a threat to everything. You shall be tortured and casted off into the bottom of the Bermuda waters, and be sucked in The Bermuda Triangle. By the way, If you survive, tell me what's inside there." Marth laughed.

Then the built men grabbed onto Roy's swollen legs and arms and led him towards the waters. The flag grew higher.

The parade of betrayers and sinners walked behind the lead of Marth, the lead of death and the lead of the great waters of the Bermuda.

"Now go, fall into the Devil's triangle!" Marth yelled out.

At the edge of the waters, the built men dropped Roy into the water, they left him to drown into the triangle.

END OF CHAPTER!

Alrighty, don't worry, it gets better after.