What we've all been waiting for, I'm hoping.
Too many good songs for this chapter...all the ones below set an epic battle theme. Please choose one if you want.
'Otherland' by Blind Guardian,
'Cry of the Banshee' by Brocas Helm,
or
'Revolution Deathsquad' by Dragonforce.
Just the monstrosity existing warped reality. The usually starry sky became devoid of it's twinkling dots, only the blood red moon casting light. The ground opened up with cracks that released acrid smoke and the sounds of a thousand inhuman voices. Duncan armed himself with shotgun in his right hand, the chainsaw in his left. He slowly approached the Mansion, the disturbing face of skin and rotten woodwork stared down at him with indifference, as if he were nothing but an annoying insect to be squashed.
"You've lived so far..."The ancient voice rang. The fusion of West and the Mansion raised one of it's giant arms, swatting at Duncan."But it all ends here. You, this town, and the rest of humanity."
Duncan barely avoided the massive limb, ducking, feeling the wind above and the stench of fetid dead flesh.
He ran towards the arm that had missed him, jumping on top of it, clinging to the forearm. He discharged a shotgun blast into it, followed by carving through it with the chainsaw. No blood, only wounds, which healed the instant he stopped attacking. He leapt off, trying to come up with another plan of attack. Backing away from the Mansion, his foot got caught in one of the cracks. Looking down, hands that weren't even connected to solid bodies reached up and gripped his leg, trying to pull him down into their dwelling of hell. The ancient voice chuckled,"They shall soon rise as well and aid me in wiping away you human blight."
Yanking his leg away, the hands dissolved off with a bubbling and popping noise followed by screams."Any tips here?"Duncan asked the Mask.
"Get inside."It replied.
"...I'm sorry, I didn't hear that correctly."Duncan said, dodging another attack from the Mansion's arms. They left imprints in the ground, each blow adding another earthquake to the mess.
"I'm on your face, how can you not hear me? I said get inside!"
"You mean go through his mouth? That's disgusting!"
"I don't see another way in, do you?"The Terror Mask's distorted voice was soaked in pure annoyance with the teen.
Duncan sighed, secured his weapons back on, and dashed towards his target.
"What do you hope to accomplish? You both shoul-"Duncan cut off the ancient voice, jumping up at the mouth and ripping it open as much as he could, stretching it wide with his arms. Gulping, he went into the murky depths of mutation.
It was strangely lit inside the Mansion. Looking around, Duncan found more and more horrors that should stay locked up inside an asylum. Organ-like structures clung to the wall, giving off a grainy filtered glow. The floor was covered in a red, mucus-like filth.
"I'm so going to need a therapist after all this."Duncan slowly waded through the muck, not sure of his goal."Why did you want me in here again?"
"You need to go up the stairs and get to the roof quickly. The remainder of West's body is up there."The Mask replied.
Duncan did so, walking up the stairs to the next floor. The red stuff was everywhere.
He continued on. He could feel each step from the Mansion, a lumbering boom that should warn the town of the approaching terror if the red moon and earthquakes and risen dead didn't give them a clue. Luckily, it was extremely slow, so that gave him time.
Hopping up the steps, he was reaching the top soon. Then the Mansion's defenses kicked in.
Something tackled him, knocking him down a flight of stairs, pinning him down with an incredible weight.
Duncan found himself staring at the snarling face of a bear. Or, what looked like a bear. It's shadowy fur was matted and acted like the laws of physics didn't apply to it. It moved, twisted, and shook like it was alive. The bear's muzzle was bloodied, the bared teeth a sickening yellow. It's eyes were a creepy milky white. It released a gutteral roar that deafened the ears. This was so not the bear from Total Drama.
It came to Duncan. The roars. They were the same animalistic noises he heard when he and Gwen first came into this nightmare. He gritted his teeth, starting to lift it off of him."Your the friggin' thing that clawed my intestines out!"He shouted, shoving it off with a mighty heave.
It flew up, crash-landing in the floor above. Duncan armed his chainsaw, walking up the steps to follow. The bear greeted him with a swipe from it's mighty paw, the claws leaving deep cuts in his back.
Unflinching, Duncan whirred around, the chainsaw leaving payback in the form of a long gash across the bear's side.
He continued his attacks, fueled by anger."You. Nearly. Killed. Me!"He emphasized on each word with an attack from the chainsaw. The bear had various wounds now, but it was fueld by it's own unnatural determination. No signs of pain came from it.
Suddenly the bear acted one of the strangest things he's seen in the night. It's mouth widened, enlarging bigger and bigger until it was Duncan-sized. He found himself quickly engulfed, darkness and the smell of vomit overcoming him. Now inside the monster's stomach, Duncan sighed."Did I just get eaten?"
"Yeah...that was pretty weird, considering all the shit we've seen tonight."The Mask added.
Revving the chainsaw, he stabbed downwards, slicing open the gut, escaping easily. He slid out and rolled away, ready for another attack.
The bear moved sluggishly, now burdened by a carved up stomach and hanging intestines. Duncan smirked, loving irony. After a few steps, it collapsed. Poking it a few times with his foot, he was sure it was dead.
"Now onto West."
He opened a hatch, climbing up and onto the roof. The body of West dangled from a spire, the chains binding it to the house.
Looking on, Duncan's eyes widened. The mansion was nearly upon the town. Only a few minutes away from escaping the forest and spreading it's corruption and destruction to the world. Metal rattled as West's body walked towards Duncan.
"Aww...you killed my pet."The ancient voice came from a mouth that didn't exist.
"I've been waiting for this..."Duncan cracked his knuckles, the bone spikes jutting in and out of his arm rapidly. He charged West, deciding to finish it hand to hand.
He smashed his elbow into the body's stomach, followed by several jabs to the chest since there was no head. Many fights in the streets and in juvie had sharpened his skill considerably. Unreactive, West's body countered, throwing loose chains around him. Duncan found that he couldn't pull back his fist anymore, the chains around his arms had tightened, leaving him open. The beheaded body started raining blows on the Punk with strength that felt like it could shatter mountains.
Duncan took it all with gritted teeth. What was a little extra pain to add onto the bloody ocean he had poured out all night?
Straining, his hands came free as West did about his hundredth punch. He caught it, wrenching the wrist back and hearing bones splinter. Of course, no damage done. West knee'd Duncan in the chin, making his brain jutter about in his skull. Tripped, Duncan found himself on the ground, West grabbing him tightly by his signature green mohawk, smashing his body into the roof over and over again.
"I'm really enjoying this, you know that?"West mocked, his smash fest continued on."You've been such a bother all night...but I'm glad that I finally get to end your life instead of one my servants. In the new world order, I might forever hang your corpse above my bed. As for you,"He was now talking to the Terror Mask."I'll melt you down and probably use you to make weapons for my army."
West laughed, adding one last smash. He let go, standing up triumphantly over his foe.
Duncan shivered and shook, but he pushed off the ground, breathing heavily. He was going to end this. West laughed once more.
"Boy, just face it, it's over!"He held up his hands victoriously."I AM A GOD!"
Duncan replied by extending his bone spikes, slicing West, a bloody mess pouring from his torso."No, your not."He retracted his spikes, tackling West, pounding at him with all of the supernatural strength that resided inside him."You bleed."He said, grabbing the chains that hung off of West and using them to whip him, violent smacks resounded in the air.
"And from what I can tell..."He shoved West against the spire."The position of God is already taken."He smirked at his own witty remark. The Mask was getting to him.
He backed away, drawing his chainsaw."And for my last trick..."Duncan said, using every last bit of will he had. The bone spikes grew longer, forming themselves around the chainsaw, bonding with it, human bone and steel creating a macabre tool of destruction.
Duncan now held a chainsaw made of his own strengthened bone in his hands, tenfold the size and power of the original chainsaw. He revved it, the sound of thunder.
Leaping into the air, he was nothing but a shadow for a second in the crimson moon's light, but the shadow came down with all too real fury. The bone chainsaw sliced West in half. It didn't stop there. Duncan screamed. Not a scream of fear or anger, but made of pure righteousness. His weapon sliced the entire mansion in two, Duncan landing right in front of it when it had been fully eviscerated through.
A moment of solid silence.
It continued.
On.
And on.
And on.
A cracking noise, and the face of West on the Mansion let out a mighty groan of pain. The Mansion collapsed to the ground in a rain of dust and evil. The moment any part of the mansion hit the ground, it dissapeared, as if finally being taken back to where such a wicked thing should be locked up forever. When all the pieces departed, reality returned as if nothing had ever happened. The starry-filled sky returned, the full moon once again took on it's true gentle glow.
Duncan collapsed on his back, breathing heavily, his chest rapidly moving up and down.
"One word."The Mask said."Overkill."For the first time, it actually sounded happy.
Getting back on his feet, Duncan stared sadly into the forest, Gwen's final resting place."I should make her a grave..."He said to himself, closing his eyes.
"You should. She'd like that."A voice replied.
"Maybe I will..."Duncan said back, taking him a moment or so to realize the voice wasn't the Mask's. It was female.
He turned around to see Gwen. A weary, but happy smile settled on her lips.
They embraced tightly, hugging out the entire ordeal.
"Y'know..."A voice said. It was the Mask's this time."Our deal is done. You have Gwen, and West is dead."The distorted voice seemed tired all of a sudden."Now please finish it up...I want my soul to move on now."
Duncan and Gwen stared at each other with their arms around one another."Take off that mask, Juvie."She said, reaching up and gently taking off the steel hockey mask, placing it down on the grass by their feet. A sigh of great relief followed from the mask, the servant's soul finally set free from it's troubles.
As they kissed, the sun began to rise in the distance.