All is Well if the Dance is Swell
The final chapter!
Miles knew that there are worse scenarios than holding a double wedding with the Walrider and Gluskin, for his assailant turned out to be his new best bud, Waylon. But how to persuade the love-stricken Walrider to not attack him?
„Snap out of it, Waylon!" he roared at the motionless man who showed no sign of recognition. "I know you are incapable of harming others!"
"Ze pussy" Wernicke coughed. It must have been because the Walrider dropped him on the ground before coming to Miles' aid.
"What do you want from my bride?" Gluskin marched up to the old man after comprehending his quip quite the other way a normal person would. "I shall not live to see the day an elderly fellow poaches what is mine! Fight me, old rat!"
"Oh no! Walrider, please, help Professor Wernicke! If all else fails, he might resurrect the victims with his shady supernatural knowledge!" cried Miles while trying to get out of the reach of Waylon.
"I am not Nazi that way!" told Wernicke in frenzy right before Gluskin embraced him in a welcome-hug.
"You were not invited to this wedding, fool!" claimed the stalker and he made sure the poor inventor would not need his wheelchair anymore.
"Noooo!" shrieked Miles. Waylon reached out for him which triggered the Walrider. He grabbed Waylon and went to break his neck, but Miles interrupted him. Gluskin, heavily irritated, strode their way, because he was a gentleman. Also because he tripped in the wheelchair of Wernicke and wanted to still seem cool. "I know why you are blue, Wal'! (Or rather black.) You want to be more than a scare. You want a purpose other than being a faceless aggressor … you… you want to be free as a unicorn, roaming around the meadows! But your creator was more involved with the actual unicorns, he could not see your beauty and appreciate you for who you are!"
The black entity levitated stunned for a second, then an otherworldly light emanated from its core. All spectators were blinded by the spectacular event and all hearts were touched by the speech Miles gave, save for Gluskin and Waylon. And the dead lying around. And the blazing fire next to them. When the sudden brightness ceased (even though the fire partied hard back there), there stood a cozy little fairy. Miles could not believe his eyes. The fairy smiled innocently.
"Miles Upshur, you were the only one to see through the darkness and abolish the evil spell I was under. I am a benevolent spirit called Whiterider who suffered the voraciousness of Murkoff; and in return for liberating me, I will fulfil a wish of yours. What will be that?"
Miles took a good look at what was in front of him. Waylon and Gluskin stood frozen in their stance due to Whiterider's power. They seemed angry, dangerous but somehow so desperate. Then he looked at his loyal companion, the camcorder. Weighing his chances, Miles finally knew what he had to do.
The ceremony was on. Music started to play as the couple approached the altair, accompanied by the cheer of the delighted crowd. They looked very well-dressed in the dresses sewn by Gluskin. Father Martin spread out his arms in joy.
"Say, Eddie Gluskin, do you take Jeremy Blair to be your lawfully wedded wife?" he asked the pleased Groom.
"I do."
"Say, Jeremy Blaire, do you take Eddie Gluskin to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Father Martin continued.
"Mmmphppm!" answered the bothersome boss of late, failing to convey the message.
"Then, by the authority vested in my by Walrider, I pronounce you to be man and wife!"
Everyone clapped until their hands were weary, it was such a pleasant experience for every Murkoff personnel. Due to the mishap involving the cake, those gathered prepared sticks to roast bacon over the fire devouring Mount Massive.
The two protagonists, Miles and Waylon, stood farther from the others. Miles put down his camcorder with a satisfied huff. "Best piece yet"
His buddy tapped him in the back. "Thank you for everything. If it not were for you, I would be the one standing next to Gluskin."
"Thank Jeremy Blaire. If he was not the biggest tool I have ever seen, it would have been much harder for Whiterider to get Gluskin to fall for someone else than you, let's see, Wernicke, I'm afraid."
"You know what Wernicke invented other than the Walrider?" Waylon asked while holding back his laughter.
"No, what?"
"Roasted vegetable."
The two friends laughed heartily and walked to the exit to finally say goodbye to what happened.
The End