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Gwen

Doctor West appeared out of thin air before her throne. He bowed, holding up a beaker filled with the innocent blood to her."Your majesty,"

"What is it, West?"She asked, examining the beaker with curiosity.

"It is time for your next ceremony, the ascension."He grinned, his body switching back to it's spectral form. He snapped his fingers, several zombies appearing out of the ground."Prepare the room for the ceremony. Make sure everything is perfect."He commanded the undead. They moaned in reply, mindlessly going to perform their tasks.

Gwen grinned, tapping her fingers against each other."This is going to be fun..."

Duncan

"Why won't you stay dead!"

Duncan fired the shotgun at the Rabid Man, the splay of bullets causing no pain, only piercing into his hollow chest. The Man laughed in reply, new chainsaws whirring in each hand. Prepared this time, Duncan armed himself with his chainsaw, swinging it at the Rapid Man. Steel met steel with a high-pitched noise and sparks.

They clashed for what seemed like hours but what was in reality, if this situation could be called that, was only a few minutes. The only sounds were the Rabid's Man's laughter, Duncan's heavy breathing, and the angry noise of revved chainsaws.

Finally the Delinquent gained the upper hand. He twisted underneath the Rabid Man, the chainsaw neatly slicing through both arms, making the dual chainsaws drop."Now, it's gonna end just like last time..."Duncan held up his industrial weapon, ready for another decapitation cry. The bloodless creature did something strange. Instead of it's meaningless laughter, it only did a few chuckles this time, as if it knew something. A sound that reminded Duncan of birth, the Rabid Man instantly regrew his lost limbs. It retrieved it's weapons, juggling them expertly in the air.

Duncan swept low, dismembering the legs now. The Rabid Man dropped, only to stand back up from regrowth.

"So...he can regenerate now."Duncan observed, backing up slowly, still holding up his own chainsaw.

"Keep cutting and cutting and cutting!"The Terror Mask said frantically as the Rabid Man approached. Duncan found himself on the recieving end this time, blankly staring at the empty space where his right arm used to be, the chainsaw llimply being held in his left hand.

"I'm missing an arm."Duncan looked down to see the limb on the ground, weakly spurting blood.

"...I'll get to healing that."The Mask stated. The Rabid man cackled, ready to tear Duncan to shreds.

Gwen

The Ballroom had become something out of a macabre Stephen King novel. Black paint laid sticky and splattered over the floor in a crudely drawn circle. Zombies decorated the already horrifying ballroom by tearing off their own heads, dangling them from the painted ceiling. They scattered bones across the ground in the criss-cross pattern, making a path leading from Gwen's throne to the circle.

West observed this all, nodding in approval. Gwen watched in fascination.

"What is this all going to do, West? I'm already powerful enough."To display this, she made a massive tendril of energy shoot up into the air, then made it quiver back down to her skin. She snapped her fingers, and several nearby zombies dropped 'dead' on the spot. West chuckled in reply."My Queen, these powers you have right now are child's play compared to what this ceremony will bring. Just a little more patience," He held out his hand, the rest of the undead servants continuing their work.

"Our time is inevitable."

Duncan

A bone had grown, muscle tissue slowly forming around it. Duncan stared at his revitalizing arm in fascination as he dodged the Rabid Man's assault of buzzing metal and rust.

In a matter of minutes his arm was back to normal, and he gripped his chainsaw, fighting back. The process from before repeated: Duncan sliced off a limb, it only grew back."Wouldn't you rather consider slicing off a bigger part...?"The Terror Mask finally suggested.

"Aw...to be honest, I was actually having fun."Underneath, Duncan grinned.

The battle had to end though. Duncan whirled around the Rabid Man swiftly, stabbing the entire chainsaw into it's back until it could be seen protruding fully out on the other side. It revved, tearing it's gray-ish flesh but no blood. He pulled it out, rapidly slicing off the arms and legs in a precise fashion. The Rabid Man looked up, laughing, knowing it would regenerate any second.

"Sorry, I don't think that's gonna happen this time."Duncan said, decapitating the bagged head once more. He replaced the weapon in his hands with the shotgun, firing over and over again, until the bits and rags of the once Rabid Man laid strewn about all over the foyer.

"I repeat, overkill."The Mask said."Now hurry, Duncan-boy! Gwen! West! End of the world we're talking about!"

He took off through the halls of the mansion, his destination the ballroom.

Gwen

She stood in the center of the circle, Zombies surrounding her, West standing to her right, holding the glass beaker of innocent blood, chanting an ancient language long forgotten.

Duncan charged in, interrupting in his usual brash way.

"DAMMIT WEST."He shouted, the fire of a shotgun bolt making the zombies blocking his way to Gwen splatter in a rain of dust and maggots."I'm ready for you this time!"

West acknowledged him with an open eye."Shut up, boy. You no longer matter. We shall ascend..."He handed the beaker to Gwen, and she slowly raised it to her lips.

Duncan moved with incredible speed, knocking the beaker out of her hand. It clattered harmlessly and safely a few yards away. Gwen gripped him by the neck like before with her own remarkable strength. She spread her demonic wings, taking herself and the grabbed Punk into the air."You've interrupted us for the last time..."A tendril of energy wrapped itself around Duncan, filling his entire being with pain. More and more tendrils shot out of her skin, with each one wrapping itself around Duncan, another level of pain was added. All he could see was Gwen's sneering face in front of him. All he could hear was the fluttering of her wings.

Suddenly, her face changed. It softened into a normal, if terribly frightened, fixture."Duncan..."She whispered, a small tear springing down her pale face."Please help..."Just as quickly, she reverted back to her newest personality."Die, you fool..."