Moan
I was face to face with the king of the transparent undead himself. But my face really didn't show much fear because I already knew why he even did all this. He knew it too.
"Haden if you're gonna kill me now, you didn't have to do it in such a destructive manner." I said gesturing over to my now burnt-to-pieces chamber. He then harshly takes hold of my wrist and drags me to his chamber.
Once we get there he gets one of his ghost minions to put me in one of his cells in his Hell Bunker. Even though Haden punishes people in terrible ways, no one has ever been down here. The Hell Bunker is basically a fire-surrounded underground place that is very similar to Hell. And since fire is ghosts ideal death sentence, it will be hard to survive down here. Just my luck.
Meanwhile...Cory
After that fight with Moan, I was feeling really depressed. It was a while after it happened but I was still sad over it. I wanted to take a walk to clear my head about some of this. As I was walking on the sidewalk thinking, I started to cry. I remembered the hurt look on his face before he left and all that he isn't even alive, and his personality always made me smile. That's when I realized it may have hurt so much that I said that to him because I never told him loved him. I never told him I loved him back when I really did. I should have when I had the chance. And before I knew it I had stopped at the graveyard entrance, crying hysterically. I looked up from having my head in my hands and walked into the graveyard. I walked around a bit to take a look at the people who I hope are now living more peacefully. And then I saw Moan's grave. His last name was Baxter and his looked like it was decaying. I just lost it. I collapsed on the grave and started crying again. I missed Moan's cold presence around me. It felt weird at first being watched, but comforting at the same time.
After a while, the sky got darker and later. I figured it was time to head back. I was starting to leave when I felt the same cold presence surrounding me. I was quick to look back into the row of standing stones before continuing on my way. Then I heard my name being called so I looked back again. That's when I got worried. I started running and as I was, I almost fell until I felt myself being picked up by something mysterious. I was so confused and frightened, I tried to punch and kick my way out of the thing's arms, but I was hitting literally nothing. Then I felt my eyelids get heavy and I fell unconscious.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this long awaited update! I think I might end the story soon though. Bye!
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