Post by The Hatta on Nov 20, 2009 18:21:05 GMT
THIS STORY IS FAN-BASED BUT NONE THE LESS, IT IS MY PROPERTY!
The wind howled, frightening and cold. The coffin’s lid creaked and thumped, as a figure lay motionless within it. A thin, weak shaft of light illuminated his face and chest, eyes closed and looking peaceful; when suddenly, his chest heaved violently as if he had been holding his breathe forever, and his eyes and mouth were thrown open. At once, his breath was normal, slow and steady. When his eyes adjusted, it only took a moment to realize where he was; his very own grave.
His next thought was where the light was coming from. He shifted uncomfortably for a second then tried raising his hands. It felt strange to be using them again, and numbly, he took hold of the door with one hand, and the other was ready to push. Readying himself, he tensed then shoved…
…and found himself standing, almost falling out of a doorway.
Magik nearly fell over his own feet backing up in such a rush. What awaited him was uncalled for, for the Crypt was sitting on a steep hill overlooking a very vast graveyard. But curiosity drew him back to the entrance, and gazed in wonder at the landscape below. A blanket of tombstones ran from the hill he stood on, but his point of view was pulled to what was beyond that! Another steep hill rose from the flat land, and on it was a town. Flickering, orange lights and voices came from this small but curious place. It seemed as if a celebration was taking place, highly festive but wonderfully macabre. He leaned forward breathlessly, to hear their holiday song:
Boys and girls of every age
wouldn’t you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under your stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
everyone hail to the
songIn this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
something’s waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night
Everybody scream, everybody scream!
In our town of Halloween!
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life's no fun without a good scare
That's our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween
In this town
Don't we love it now?
Everyone's waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everybody scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy
Our man jack is King of the
patchEveryone hail to the
King nowThis is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the
songLa la-la la, Halloween! Halloween!
WHEE!!! Ha Ha Ha!
The song was over, and the voices lowered as everyone was talking among themselves and congratulated on another good year. He straightened himself, the autumn wind blowing his scarf around. “This place,” thought Magik,”I like.” If he ever wanted to leave the Catacombs behind, he would need to find a way down. Thinking this, something brushed his top-hat and he looked up. He saw a cable connected to the archway, and tracing it with his eyes; he saw a post at the edge of the cemetery where the cable left off. A mad grin crossed his face, and looking down at his jacket, he rummaged a hand in it until he found his pull-out cane. He lifted it so that the understand of the handle made contact with the wire and bracing himself, gripped his cane and folded his legs so that he took off down the hill, letting gravity pull him all the way.
The air whooshed by, in his fur, tugging at his coattails; the intensity of the rush was so much that he couldn’t help but let out a loud, maniacal laugh. The ground came up to greet him, but he was prepared. His feet swung out, just enough to touch down. His hands released his staff, allowing him to curl up and tumble to slow down. When Magik came to a halt, he was on one knee. He smiled, getting up and brushing off grave dirt and dust off his dress clothes. He picked up his hat and lifted his cane off the wire, pausing after to scan the cemetery. It seemed no-one was there, undead or not, only silence. He picked up the pace again, whistling a tune to end the suffocating quiet.
Dark at night, and the stars aglow,
Crunching on gravel, down below
Crunching on gravel, down below
And the wind’s blowing fierce, and then it blows slow,
The trees bend uneasy, leaning to and fro
And the fields have found a feeling
that sucks me from my gaze…
Singing was heard from the shadows up ahead, but stopped when Magik came into view. His tune died in his throat when he came to an abrupt stop. He looked around, but as with the last half-hour, there was no-on to be seen. He took one slow step, boots crunching on dirt, then another. He was wary and prepared, but faced the wrong direction when it showed up.
Two steps back was a large, bleak tombstone that read ‘Sleepy’ under a straggle of lichen. A transparent, bluish ethereal being rose from the ground, behind Magik, wearing a hideous smile and boring into his back with glowing yellow eyes. “Hello Magik.” It rasped. Magik’s ears perked up, and he whirled around, a smile beaming on his face . “Oh, hello Sleepy, I’m glad---“he stopped in his tracks when he saw whom it really was, and his face and mood dropped. “Oh, it’s you.”
Chapter 2
Dream Sleepy flew to Magik’s side, and placed his claws on the opposite shoulder. His eyes drilled into the magician’s eyes while he looked distastefully back. “Aww, I missed you too.” He knew Dream Sleepy was being sarcastic, but at what level? His long, sharp fingers drummed, they felt like icicles even through his jacket. Magik managed to pull his gaze from the ghost, to look beyond the landscape. He saw a row of trees that seemed to lead to a heavily wooded area. It certainly looked interesting; he thought humorously, that it could lead to a different world. Dream Sleepy grew tired of keeping up his act, so he started to ramble. “I don’t remember much before death, except taking control over Sleepy’s soul, with force of course. Now he’s the little voice, drowning in the dark depths of my mind.” He added, with relish. Even though he was looking else where, Dream Sleepy noticed with dark satisfaction, his mouth jerked. That seemed just enough to push him over the edge, as the magician whirled to face the direction he was initially traveling, and started his walk again but more briskly. The sooner he got away from the beast, the better. Dream Sleepy had to fight the urge to scowl, his plaything was getting away, but it was fun to see the pain in his eyes. The ghost lazily floated from a distance, following Magik casually.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Happy Tree Friends (c) Mondo Media
Nightmare Before Christmas (c) Tim Burton
Storyline, Magik, DreamSleepy and Emilie (c) ME
