It sings of Death

Chapter 15: The Nacrosonic

Paul:
It happened the night when Maurice found an old record in the woods.

Max looks worried.

Paul:
Don't worry I will use small words for those who think on a fifth-grade level.

Max:
Thanks.

Paul:
Oh not for you, you can keep up better than Twiddle dee over here.

Referring to Aaron who is picking his nose.

Paul (Narrating) :
Anyway, Maurice was acting weird. He had an ominous golden glow in his eyes and he was smiling. Grinning from ear to ear. His voice was whispery and Echoey. By all accounts, he looked possessed. Instinct told me to get away because of the cold presence around him and the stench of death. I felt the presence of evil. I know what you dim wits must be thinking. (in a mocking voice) duh, you work with Maurice, aren't you like… used to that. (back to normal tone) yes. I agree Maurice is a bad guy but that was pure, relentless, psychopathic bloodlust I felt. Everyone felt it.
  Maurice got up and covered the record and walked to the van. He sat in the front seat and just sat there smiling, unblinking.
  The guys got into the back of the van and I sat up front then I asked.

Paul (past):
Are you sure you're fine?

Maurice:
(under possession) start this godforsaken chariot!!

Paul (Narrating):
I had just begun to drive on reflex. it was like he was controlling my body. when we made it out of the woods I asked

Paul (past):
(in fear) Wanna go home, boss?

Maurice:
(under possession) No. Tell me where it is I can be played

Paul (past):
Played?

Maurice:
(under possession) yes, I want my song to be heard by all. A song composed to demonstrate the beauty of death.

Paul (past):
Maurice, you are acting weird it's creeping me out.

Maurice:
(Under Possession) Child I am not your former acquaintance. He has given his life so he can enjoy death's embrace like so many others will after him. A truly worthy sacrifice.

Paul:
It's about then I knew I wasn't dealing with Maurice anymore. The man I was speaking to was far more intelligent and demented. I couldn't believe it at first but I was talking to the record or whatever spirit was inside it.

Serene:
Tell me did you ask his name?

Paul:
Don't tell me you know what it is.

Serene:
I have my suspicions

Paul:
Well, I did ask…

Paul (past):
Well, if you're not my friend, who are you!!?

Maurice:
(Under possession)Shh, my child. I am the most beautiful of melodies. An Unforgettable experience, a must hear, I am the record, the record is me. It sings of death and so do I. We two are called the Nacrosonic.

Max:
Whoa, he sounds badass what else did he say?

Paul (narrating):
Well, then I asked...

Paul (past) :
You said you want to be played?

Nacrosonic:
Yes, my boy. Grant me my request and you will have power beyond imagining.

Paul:
Can you bring my friend, I mean my leader back?

Nacrosonic (past) :
(laughs) perhaps. But only after I begin to be heard. Then maybe you shall once again speak to your former acquaintance.

Paul (past):
Fine. I'll take you to the nearest radio station though it is going to be quite a long trip. The sun will come down by then.