Nine sectors. Nine bishops. All trapped. All unaware of what danger they are in.
Black markings. Neon lights. A place where red shows power but yellow shows freight. Nobody knows how or why dema was created as its twisted form of a communist government could make any stomach turn.
For a while Dema was seen as a holy place, that's why people went, A place where those who suffered could go to get help.
Although, no one ever came back.
"Nine pews. Two rows. Eighteen." Tyler would mutter on the cold chapel floor, looking up would find the nine red-cloaked villians dancing, glorifying the earlier grave. Implanting the toxic message of taking your life was an option. The worst part was, people took it.
And they were praised, mourned. It was encouraged from their grave being flooded with neon lights.
Every inhabitant of DEMA got a red piece of clothing. A red shade impossible to describe. Brighter than a ruby but still dull to bore the eye.
Josh got sweatbands, considering that he couldn't drum, pretty useless.
Tyler, however, got a red beanie. Something was different with this beanie. When worn, Mentalities could be altered and exaggerated. If used incorrectly, it may be extremely destructive to the user.
The risk enticed tyler, he used the beanie for short periods of time before to help him write. He knew of the danger the beanie held and the spell the bishops casted on it but he still took it with him.
And that's where we went to next. Back in the cold dark night, with black markings etched around the walls and the noose hanging from only what can be believed
Tyler went to his tent. Put on his beanie. Knelt down and gave into what the bishops wanted.
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T-R-E-N-C-H
FanfictionT-R-E-N-C-H is the an alternate take of what happened after the NATN MV A story which involves the tight bond between Tyler and Josh tested by outside, unknown forces. With their only help being one special phrase. . . . "Sahlo Folina"
