In this moment. Brain was SKA, the words of Sell Out fell from his lips and transformed into the ambrosia of Gods - as he sang, as he swung his body with rhythmic and holy absolution - Super Behemoth Jenny Nicholson's Arm shattered the walls of the ihob; but this was of no matter.
his body was already slack, heart unbeating, as his soul bled, metamorphosing and melding into the air - in the song, Brain was art. His flesh incinerated before it ever touched the ground. His spirit, his soul, went further; cascading into the spiraling clouds, if anything; as the darkened tunnel of the radiowaves transported him through his plea of ironic resolves - he grew Stronger. could such fate be possible for such an Adonis? You're seeing it here, folks.
Brain fell upwards, through an unending velvety draping of richly colored cloths to send any theater department frothing at the mouth.
He was on air.
With a simple tone, his song was thrust to an abrupt end and he found himself, at the edge of possibilities. It wasn't what he expected. Below him, his bowling shoes reflected across the blackness as he tapped his way towards the future that awaited him; just as his compatriots had, he'd made it into the radio and out to Super Being Jenny Nicholson's Heart.
There. "PATRICK!" cried Brain passionately as he fell to his knees next to his crumpled friend, "Patrick buddy, I'll get you out of here!"
"Ough," Patrick groaned - miraculously, he was, alive. His entire body coated in quills that had erupted from his skin, "That's alright," he hand waved the concerns away, "I'm actually in a LOT of pain right now."
A tear misted Brain's eye, "So am I, Pat. So am I." The sacrifices he'd made, to be reunited with his band. Patrick dipped his Callie the Calico branded cowgirl hat over his eyes, as if trying to give them some relief from the nonexistent light.
"SIMONE!" Brian growled into the dark, but the response he got was not the woman herself but a meek and pensive tremble that could only be one ... thing?
"AUGH, Jeff, I was Tryin' to make a MOMENT Hap-" As Brain slumped onto the scene, he was horrified, pressed beneath the artery of Jenny Nicholson, Simone fought for breath, her fierce bionic arm clawing at the veins - her struggle only serving to further her artistic experience - even in death.
"Simone," Brain yelped, wide eyed, any sense of malice replaced with the connection of two people, in the same place, with the same hope. "We tied, WE TIED." He yelled, dropping to her level and extending a hand.
He clutched her arm, her bad arm - but no longer was it connected to her body - cold, it had been severed by the battle of life and death. The Super Being Jenny Nicholson's Immune System was hard at work, wrecking havoc and the voices which had touched her heart. Jenna kicked and flailed, entangled in a mortal struggle against cthulhu-like veins - the notes of Ghost Town bursting from her efferent form. Simone's eyes were, for once, alight - the sly grin of a cat perked at her lips as she opened her mouth and released a mob of crows - mother of birds. Their furious cawing disrupted the beast, but it wouldn't be long now. Jenny Knew they were there, and Anything which affected Her was not long for the world. Not any of them.
"We can get out of this!" it was his singular plea, the plea that'd always surrounded him.
His earnestness met by a dry, feather-filled, blood-tasting cough; "Rock-"
"P-AYE-per!" Jenna mugged before screaming as she was thrashed about the void by the unknown forces acting upon them.
"S-sciSSorsss, "Jeff warbled, ducking behind the writhing Patrick.
"AW, Shoot~" Laura Kathryn Gilbert bashfully brayed.
And that was that.
"You know me," Brain hawed, "I'm always ready, to ROCK OWT!" Brain crumpled his hand into an even tighter fist, and saw there, between his fingers - two of Simone's, twitching. A rigged game.
Because he knew, like any of them - they'd never forsake Ska; and so - Brain David Gilbert gained everything.
And lost it just as fast;
"tsaeB fO sihT nekaSroF traeH sihT tcartnoC saW detucexE rednU gnitsiXEerP sdooheslaF ehT sthgiR oT nogyloP gnignoleb ton htiw eht dnab tub htiw em dna ni em enola, sa snaem fo noitutitser rof eht lanimirc snoitca fo ym sreep I reffo won a desiver noitavon; ni rieht daets - ekat em."
His glittering words spoke an offer that couldn't be refused.
As the undulating blood pulsed with a guttural fervor - the band erupted into their final, heart-wrenching rendition of Shanty Town, reprised. Not a dry eye could be found as the head of Tara Long descended from the ventricles of time to smite Brain David Gilbert before family and friends.
In a bastion of Light - Olivia embraced the troupe, Laura, last to take one of her many hands, looked on. Karen stood, no longer quaking. The fight had ended, balance restored - the wounds of the spirit to be carried long after the confines of their bodies regenerated into place. Enhancing the turmoil of their brittle and blasting Ska.
They were taken.
Saved, returned to their broken world with a little more belonging in each and every one of them, all save;
"BRAIN, YOUR TIME IS NOW." Tara's hollowed voice reverberated as the man himself was smote from the universe and reborn as something, inexplicable.
Could anything truly be lost, with the flow of Ska surrounding us? Filling our lungs, and pumping our blood.
Good night, Brain.
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BDG's Descent Into Madness
FanfictionBrain David Gilbert lives, as any young man of the apocalypse: among his friends and colleagues as the leader of a SKA band called polyGON. His life and the lives of the feral pack of adults he has been hand-selected by fate to lead are about to ge...
