This is where the story really takes off. Enjoy^^

If you want, I recommend 'Ghost Opera' by Kamelot for this chapter.

Gwen

Doctor West pulled her down a corridor, his steel grip never letting go of her wrist."Quite resourceful on your part in escaping the room."He chuckled, yet it still sounded menacing in his ancient voice."But you won't be leaving this estate anytime soon..."He pulled her around another into another hallway, leading her deeper and deeper into the house."Oh no...you are much too important to leave. You are our Queen after all."

"Queen...?"Gwen said as she tried to pull away, she hit and kicked at Doctor West as he dragged her along, but the old man wasn't normal. She even bit him on the wrist, no reaction from him, no drawn blood.

"Ah, now for your crowning ceremony."Doctor West did not reply to her question, only pulled her into the largest room of the Manor.

A massive ballroom greeted her. Giant chandeliers hanged from the ceiling, all aglow, giving the massive round room an eerie golden hue. A mural was painted on the ceiling, depicting angels and demons. Gwen was dumbfound at such a beauty in such an evil house."This, plus so much more, is all yours my Queen."Doctor West let go of her wrist, clapping his hands."Let the celebration begin."He laughed, a sinister sound that echoed around the ballroom.

Duncan

"...Do you hear that?"Duncan asked his mask.

A soft melody of violin music was spreading throughout the house, filling every room. A massive uproar of moans and gutteral noises followed the music."That can't be a good."The Mask commented.

Footsteps behind him. With his new weapon, Duncan spinned around on his heels, chainsaw revved and ready to slice. Dozens of the undead were walking towards him. Instead of attacking, they simply shuffled past him. One even bumped into Duncan, but it just moaned and kept walking with the rest of the ghoulish crowd. Duncan turned off the chainsaw and strung over his back again."Why aren't they attacking? I thought everything in this damned house wanted kill me and/or eat my brain."Duncan said, rubbing the spikes on hs mohawk.

"Maybe they've wised up. From the short time I've known you, there's not much going on up here..."The Terror Mask chided. Duncan sighed, becoming extremely tired of the mask's sense of humor."Is there a mute option for you?"He asked, following behind the undead.

As Dunca walked, he looked out the windows to see another ominous sight. Zombies and other forms of ghastly creatures were rising up out of the grounds surrounding the Mansion. From the graveyard, from the forest, all evils came into the house."Looks like the Doc's throwing a party."Duncan remarked.

"So...you can make jokes, but I can't?"The Terror Mask sounded annoyed.

Gwen

Gwen was astounded at the sights before her. Doctor West had lead her to a throne of solid gold, and she sat down nervously. The music was intensified by trumpets and drums to accompany the violins, all the music blending together from out of nowhere. She was at first terrified at the...undead that entered the ballroom, hordes and hordes of them. But she calmed instantly for some reason. She was beginning to enjoy this gothic fantasy.

Once all had entered, the music heightened higher and higher, building up until it filled Gwen's mind with nothing but noise. It was ended with a cymbal crash that shattered the golden peace. The chandelier's light took on a dark-purple glow, giving everything in the Grand Ballroom a frightening shadow. The throne Gwen sat on was not of gold anymore but made of bones.

Doctor West stood in front of Gwen, holding up his hands."Behold, OUR QUEEN!"His ancient voice was magnified for all to hear. The crowd of monsters let out a cry that sounded much like screams of pain and terror.

With an elegant hand motion, a crown of black metal appeared out of thin air in the spirit's hand. The crown was curved and spike up in violent forms.

Suddenly Duncan bursted onto the scene.

Gwen's eyes widened with happiness at the sight of him. She tried to get off the throne, but found her entire body paralyzed. She couldn't even talk. Only here eyes moved to show how desperate she was.

He ran through the crowd of zombies, shoving them aside to stand before Doctor West."I've got some serious shit to deal with right now. And that shit is you."He growled, pointing a finger at the Doctor. He brought the chainsaw out, revving it louder than usual to make a dramatic effect."West, tonight your immortal soul will finally be damned."The Terror Mask sounded absolutely furious being so close to the man that had killed him. All West did was shake his head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Do you two really believe that you can stop me?"Doctor West laughed.

Duncan tried to move forward, but found himself paralyzed just like Gwen. Even the chainsaw had magically shut itself off.

"Do you really believe that you could stop a plan TWO-HUNDRED YEARS IN THE MAKING?"His voice was steadily rising. He moved closer to Gwen until he was standing right beside the throne of bones..

"Do you really believe..."He raised the black crown over Gwen's head.

"...That you can stop our Queen?"

Once the crown was placed atop the Goth Girl, all hell broke loose.

A massive shockwave of energy erupted from Gwen, her body giving way to violent convulsions. Duncan was helpless, his paralysis rooted him to the spot where he stood. Reality itself seemed to bend in and then balloon out around Gwen. A strange transformation began to happen. Just as the Terror Mask had changed Duncan, the black crown was changing Gwen. Her aleady pale skin took on a even more ghastly white color, but tendrils of energy shot up from her skin. Her hair seemed to come alive, moving about like angry serpents. A black dress in a spiderweb pattern replaced her normal attire, flowing on her. The most drastic was a pair of demonic wings sprouted from her back. Twelve feet in span, they were torn and tattered, black-scarred flesh that bones protruded out of.

The energy explosion ceased, and a deaf silence followed after for a few minutes.

Gwen folded her wings and sat down on her throne. She eyed Duncan confusedly.

"What is this trash? My Jester?"She asked.

"Yes, my Queen."Doctor West bowed and grinned menacingly."This is your Court Jester, and he is about to entertain us all..."The Doctor snapped his fingers.

Duncan could move again. He instantly revved the chainsaw again, ready for a fight.

The crowd of hundreds upon hundreds of zombies moved closer, ready to tear him apart, limb-from-limb. It would please the Queen.