“...so I
was thinking about love tonight...,” states Billy Mack.
“And you realized it was all around,” finishes Joe.
“Hey look
I’m serious, I just left Elton’s where there was a...” chimes Billy Mack before
his voice is quickly cut off by the voice of Chris Artrip in Black Lantern form.
“What are
you doing over there?” asks BL Chris Artrip toward the figure.
“Umm,
nothing,” replies Black Lantern Julie Artrip to her dead husband as she briskly
puts her cell phone away and steps from the trees’ shadows.
“No
seriously, what are you doing over there?” requests BL Chris.
“None of
your f@#$ing business, okay… Sweetie,” responds BL Julie.
A
frustrated BL Chris flies over to his bride and floats in front of her face, an
angered look creasing his decayed face.
“You were
watching a movie instead of paying attention to the match,” says BL Chris
through gritted teeth.
“I was watching
‘Love Actually!’ Okay?!?! Which is more than just a movie. . . Honey.”
“Well get
your sh%t together asap because we are not
going to be taking this team lightly! I
want to win this championship and I want to be the one to see it through!”
“You think
pretty highly of yourself don’t you… Sugar
Tits!” coos BL Julie.
BL Chris’
face becomes even more grotesque. “Kiss
my a$$ Julie. Just because we were brought back to life doesn’t mean we have to
be friends! I wouldn’t touch your desiccated
piece if the owner paid me!”
“Suits me
just fine… Babe,” replies BL
Julie. “It was ‘til death do us part
after all; nothing about post mortem in that contract.”
“F$@# you,
you defunct dirt-napping piece of drek!”
BL Julie
appears to have actually been hurt by that last comment of her spouse. “Have fun winning the match all by
yourself... D#ck!” BL Julie turns around. The cell phone floats upward from her shredded
garment and she begins to look upon one of the best romantic comedies of the last
decade, once again.
BL Chris
turns around to leave his dearly departed when he suddenly finds himself staring
face to foot with an AT-ST. He mumbles
an expletive that cannot be heard and twists his head slightly around.
“Umm, honey,”
begins BL Chris. “I think I am going to
need a little help here.”
BL Julie
begrudgingly begins to turn her attention away from the movie as she chatters
to BL Chris.
“Oh now you
need some help in this,” BL Julie says.
Before BL Julie
can finish making light of her husband’s bravado, she finds herself engulfed in
a barrage of laser fire from the AT-ST. The fusillade knocks her to the ground
where she is rendered barely conscious.
BL Chris quickly soars over to his wife; dead or not, arguing or not, he
still loves her putrefying body. BL Julie is badly wounded, but he notices, in
relief, that her black lantern ring is still intact. His mind is put to ease in a brief respite. BL Chris leaves her lying on the ground and
flies up to the cockpit of the Imperial monster only to find a familiar face
behind the viewport.
“Oh hey,
Heather, fancy meeting you here tonight,” exclaims BL Chris.
Heather
Houslander opens up the channel on her communications’ system so that her voice
can be heard outside of the vehicle.
“Charming
to the last, Chris,” replies Houslander.
“I swear if
you lay another finger on her...” an enraged BL Chris begins to spout.
“You’ll
what? Kill me?” she mockingly laughs. “You
think somebody like me has any chance of surviving a match like this? My fate is already predetermined by the
powers that be!”
BL Chris
hovers above her cockpit, speechless.
“Go ahead
Chris,” antagonizes Houslander, “make a couple more idle threats!”
“I’ll show
you what an idle threat looks like!” admonishes BL Chris.
BL Chris smashes
the cockpit’s window and lunges straight for Houslander’s chest. His right claw rips through her bosom and
pulls her heart out through the leather jacket she is wearing. Heather
dies. BL Chris notices that the now dead
Heather Houslander lays motionless in her seat with an eerily, discomforting
smile on her face. BL Chris shrugs off the strange sight and consumes the
remaining chunk of her heart. When he
finishes (quickly as rumor has it), he floats out of the broken cockpit and
notices that where his wife once was, only a single, hatched egg remains. He brazenly flies down to where BL Julie was
lying down. The dead lantern picks up
pieces of the shell and wonders what sprang forth from the egg. He notices a small squeak as a miniature
dinosaur hops out from behind the bushes with blood around its muzzle and a
dead female’s arm with a black lantern ring on it. BL Chris becomes enraged.
“Oh you
piece of s@#& motherf$@&er! I am going to rip your G-dd@$& c@&#sucking
heart right out of your...”
“But I am
afraid you will not arrive at the chance to do so Mr. Artrip,” a softly spoken
BL Albus Dumbledore states.
BL Albus
Dumbledore removes the ring off of the lantern’s hand with all the skill and
professionalism he had when he was the Head Master of Hogwarts. As the black
lantern formally known as Artrip crumbles into nothingness, a look of almost
sadness rises to his face. A tragedy of
the events suffered by his team due to his own hubris clouds his thoughts as he
loses his final life in the league.
“What a
shame it is to take the life of somebody with such promise. I mean, not that
this exactly fits the situation, but just in general. It is such a shame,” ponders BL Dumbledore.
BL Dumbledore
floats to where the little lizard is and rubs the head of the Yoshi, as it still
chews on the shriveled arm of BL Julie Artrip. The two of them stand together for
another moment longer to take in their last bit of calm before they rejoin the
rest of their team in the never ending storm.
4 comments:
Well I saw that coming.
Another Horsemen hits the graveyard. Thanks for the help Black Lantern Chris Artrip. Tell Dracula and One Above All the same when they greet you.
This is getting addictive. Sweet sweet FFL crack rock... mmmmm mmmmm good! BL Artrips rock!
She was probably on Facebook.
Nice Chapter. very well written by a beautiful man with a well groomed mane of hair.
Dang. Glad I missed that family function. Looks like more for me at the family dinner on Sunday!!
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