Won't You Come Play?

Beasts Of The Mind

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Screaming... so much screaming...

Viper watched as the scary man burned down the village with his lightning, hoping and praying that he wouldn't be found...

People all over were shivering in terror, either hiding or burning in the rubble.

None were safe.

"Why are you doing this!?" A woman screamed as she cowered under the lightning man.

"I wanted to see if I could." He responded. No remorse, no sympathy, no emotion in his face or voice.

He was cold.

Like a void.

Nothing and no one could stop him.

People can't change for the better.

It was a simple fact of life Viper learned very early on. If you were bad, or became bad, you became addicted to the feeling of holding power over someone.

Even though he desperately wanted to be a better person, he knew it was impossible... Even with the help of Kay. Eventually, he would return to his old ways... and Kay would realize that soon enough.

It was a fruitless endeavor, but it was one Viper still attempted anyway.

But... Ritchie just proved to him it truly was impossible, no matter how hard you try.

"Viper?" Ritchie asked, seemingly expressing genuine concern.

BAH.

"Just shut up man," Viper said, not having enough energy in him to argue further.

Weirdly enough, Ritchie looked shocked, as if he didn't know why Viper was upset. Was the man really that dense?

Crossing his arms and ducking his head, he quickened his step a bit to catch up with the rest of the group. Hopefully, they wouldn't bother him when surrounded by others.

"Wow, this place does look like it's from a fairytale," Blake murmured. Apparently, they had arrived at their destination.

"It is a graveyard," Ritchie said, having already rejoined the head of the group.

"Ah my favorite, reminds me of home," Viper said, glancing around at the headstones and graves. By now the gravel had faded into dirt, and dead bushes lined the pathway. This truly was a depressing scene.

Awesome.

"Not sure what fairytales you read that have cemetery's in them," Michael said, wandering further into the graveyard.

Michael... the mini ticking time bomb, just waiting to explode. Michael's rage was a dangerous thing and wasn't something to be trifled with.

Viper's favorite type of person to mess with. Unfortunately, now was not the time, nor the place.

"Oh, I used to read them all the time..." Alumos said quietly, as he too wandered further along the path. All of Grimshades members, whether old or new, seemed more comfortable as soon as they entered the graveyard. That probably meant something bad about them... oh well, who cared anyway.

"Hello down there!" Ritchie yelled, hopping up on a well and calling down to the abyss.

Idiot.

Viper passed the group as they argued about falling into wells, instead caring more for the sight in front of him. The church was beautiful, albeit a bit dusty and damaged. Large archways decorated the entrance, made of some sort of bricks. He's always liked architecture, and the intricacy involved in the designs. He wondered how long ago the building was constructed...