In 2022 Elvis was somehow revived and brought back to Graceland. Leah, a young woman who's a big fan of Elvis, mysteriously wakes up at Graceland one day where she meets Elvis. However, she finds his behavior very strange and refuses to believe it's...
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Suddenly, the door started to open. Leah took a stagger back. "Hello, Elvis," Colonel Tom Parker grinned, "I've missed you, my boy." Leah's eyes widened, she looked at me then back at the colonel. "You snake," I hissed at him. "I thought you would've forgiven me by now...I guess I was mistaken," he shrugged. "Well, then," he sighed, "Why don't we have a little bit of fun." He flipped the light switch off and the floor collapsed under our feet.
~Later~
"Where...where are we?" I moaned, looking around, "Where's Parker?" Leah sat on the floor, with a fretful look on her face. "W-what's wrong?" I asked. "We're in my old house," she replied.
Leah's POV:
I remembered this place. It brought back so many painful memories. I got up and went into the living room, Elvis following behind me. I saw my old self, from about a year ago, arguing with my dad. "I wish you would stop smoking that gosh darn cigar!" The other Leah yelled, "Don't you know it's not good for your lungs..or mine!!" I went over and waved my hand in front of the other Leah's face. "We can't interact with them this time," I sighed.
"Don't you yell at me like that," my dad snapped, lighting his cigar. I watched as the other Leah smacked the match out of his hand. "Leah? What's going on?" Elvis asked. I didn't respond. I just stood there, my heart racing, my breath shaking. The match fell on the floor, creating a fire. "Look what you've done, stupid daughter!" My dad smacked her across the face. "I never saved him," I mumbled quietly.
"UGH!" He clenched his chest, starting to have an asthma attack. He fell to the ground, wheezing and coughing. I knew what the old me was about to do. She threw the door open and ran out. "LEAAAH!" My dad screamed, "COME BACK!! HELP ME!!! AAAAAAAAAAH!!!" I hated my dad. My own dad! I left him there to die! I know he was mean and rotten to me, but this was the biggest mistake I ever made. "Now, Leah," The colonel's voice said, "You can live this all over again. You have a choice: are you going to save yourself like you did last time, or will you save this man who never showed you any love?"
I looked at my dad, then back at Elvis. I knew what to do. I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. "Help me carry him," I said to Elvis. My dad was pretty heavy, but we managed to lift him up and carry him out the door. We set him down on the grass outside. I looked around, "She's gone," I whispered, "I'm a terrible person." Elvis wiped his eyes, watching the house burn down. I bit my lip and clenched my fist, trying not to cry.
Elvis's POV:
We woke up back at Graceland, in another bedroom. Leah sat in the corner, sobbing silently into her hands. "L-Leah?" I bent down and put my hand on her shoulder. She suddenly pushed me away. "Please don't push me away...I wanna help you," I said softly. "Why? Why do you wanna help me? Can't you see I'm not worth helping!?" She sniffled, standing up and walking over to the other side of the room. "I killed my dad! I just left him there in the fire! It's all my fault!" She cried. I slowly went over and wrapped my arms around her, "It wasn't your fault, Leah." "Yes it is!! Why can't you see that!? You're such an idiot!" She yelled, tearing herself away from me.
I bowed my head, looking down at my feet. I didn't know what to say. "I love you, darling...please don't push me away," I said, with tears in my eyes. "Oh, Elvis," she sighed, "I-I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to say that..I-I-I.." "It's alright," I quietly said, hugging her and stroking her fluffy black hair, "Shh..It's alright now." I held onto her and let her cry herself quiet. I was a little surprised to see her acting this way. I had thought that Leah was just some kind of...emo and didn't really have emotions..heh, I guess I was wrong.
~Later~
Leah and I sat on the edge of the bed. We talked and laughed, getting to know each other more. For a while, I had actually forgotten about Priscilla and the colonel. Suddenly, the colonel kicked the door down. "Thank you, Tom," Priscilla smiled, walking in. "I think you better run, Leah," she grinned, starting up her chainsaw. Leah gasped, her eyes widened with horror. I felt my heart skip a beat. "Elvis is mine," Priscilla growled, chasing Leah around with the chainsaw.
She grabbed Leah, pushing her into a corner. She laughed, holding the chainsaw to Leah's throat. "AAAAAH!!!" Leah screamed. "Keep screaming, little lady," the colonel cackled, "My boy Elvis is too much of a coward to stand up to Priscilla and I. He can't help you!" Something in me snapped, my eyes flashed with anger, my blood boiling, I gnashed my teeth. "STAY AWAY FROM HER!" I screamed, grabbing Priscilla by the neck. "Elvis, you wouldn't do this to me..your own wife," she gasped. I grabbed the chainsaw and plunged it into her chest, blood splattering on the walls.
The colonel gasped and ran away. "Wow," Leah whispered under breath. I stared at Priscilla's dead body in shock. I couldn't believe I actually did that. "You saved me, dream guy," Leah smiled. I looked at her, "I wasn't afraid to do that...I can't believe it," I gasped quietly.
