Corpse Bride: M.C.

Chapter 16- The End

“How sweet,” a voice commented. Everyone turned to see a tall boy with blonde hair walking down the aisle. Mali-Koa gasped and Michael wrapped his arms protectively around her. “Now everything’s alright, right? Happy ending?” the boy continued, “Except one thing.” He took Mali-Koa’s hand and tore her away from Michael, shouting, “EXCEPT SHE’S FUCKING MARRIED TO ME!” “Luke?” a voice called out. Everyone’s heads turned toward one person sitting in the audience. Someone no one expected.

“Calum?” “You fucking murdered me and my best friends, and then you fucking married my fucking sister!” Calum shouted, running toward the blonde. Luke shielded himself from Calum by hiding behind Mali-Koa. He knew he wouldn’t hurt his own sister. “Luke fucking Hemmings,” a higher voice growled. Luke turned to be met with his previous bride: Emily.

“Emily? I left you, though,” he said, confused, “I left you—” “For fucking dead,” Emily hissed. “I left you in the woods, under that tree—” “AND I WAS FUCKING DEAD, LUKE!” Luke quickly pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket and held the blade carefully at Mali-Koa’s neck. “Let us go now,” Luke demanded, a scowl on his face. “Let. Her. Go,” Michael growled as he walked, stopping in front of Mali and Luke. “I’ve already practically caused a bloody massacre,” Luke groaned, “Do I have to fucking kill you, too?” Luke took the knife away from Mali-Koa and pointed it at Michael. Conveniently, one of the cooks tossed Michael a weapon. Sadly, it was a fork but the war began.

Michael dodged everything: Pillars, pews, people (dead and alive), as he was trying to stay alive. Luke carelessly swung his knife everywhere, trying to stab Michael. Michael eventually scratched Luke’s face with the fork, causing blood to spew, but it hardly affected Luke. If anything, it just made him even angrier. Luke swiped his knife at the fork, making it fly out of Michael’s hands, and then kicked Michael’s stomach, making him fall to the floor. Michael’s eyes met the end of Luke’s blade and he swore that was it. His life was about to end. He didn’t seem scared, though, because he wanted to go out courageous as Luke lunged forward at him. Everyone gasped as the knife went through, not Michael but, Emily.

“Get out,” Emily demanded, taking the knife out of her body and pointing it at Luke. Luke gulped, knowing she wasn’t afraid to use it especially since she was dead and nothing could hurt her. “Okay, fine,” Luke said, going around Emily and to the alter. “But first, a toast,” he suggested, taking the cup that Michael had once held into his hand, “To Emily. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.” At those few words Emily’s face dropped. It took everything she had not to start crying. “Tell me, my dear,” Luke continued, “Can a heart still break once it’s stopped beating?”

Calum, along with the rest of the audience, got up and lunged toward the blonde, only to be held back by Ashton. “Come on, Ashton!” Calum whined, “Let me at him! He fucking deserves it!” Ashton rolled his eyes and continued to hold the boy back. “Yeah, he does, Calum,” Ashton agreed, “But we’re dead and he’s alive. It’s not fair, we have an advantage.” Luke smirked at them, an evil glint in his eye. “Hear that, Calum?” he asked, “You can’t do a fucking thing.” Luke brought the cup in his hand to his lips and let the fluid pass through his throat, then threw the cup across the room. Just as he started to leave, though, he stopped dead in his tracks. Literally. Luke stopped breathing, his heart stopped beating, and he turned as pale as a ghost. “Now?” Calum asked, looking the new corpse in the eyes. “Go right ahead, ladies and gentlemen,” Ashton smirked, “It’s all good now.”

A group of people left, chasing after Luke who had ran out of the church. Calum would’ve been with them, but he realized he didn’t want to leave his sister. He didn’t know how much time he had left with her. He watched as his sister clung to Michael and realized how right they were for each other. “I thought I’d never see you again, Michael,” Mali-Koa whispered. Michael smiled at her, until he noticed Emily walking away. “Wait,” Michael called out, leaving Mali-Koa’s side and taking Emily’s hand, “I made a promise.” “You kept it, Michael,” Emily smiled, “You set me free, Michael.” She took the ring off of her finger and handed it to Michael. “Now I can do the same for you.” Michael opened his arms and pulled her into an embrace. She hugged him back for a bit before pulling away, a smile still on her face. She hugged Ashton and Calum, leaving a small kiss on Ashton’s cheek as well. She walked down the aisle, out of the church, and into the moonlight. She looked back at them all once more, giving them a genuine smile as a tear escaped her eye. This tear, though, was happy and it’d be the last she ever shed. The group of four watched as Emily offered them a small wave, before disappearing underneath the moonlight: the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. In that moment, they all realized one thing: Emily had truly been set free.