Somewhere between life and death, Wolfgang could feel himself slipping away. He had fought hard and proved himself every bit the hero that he read about in comic books. In comic books people don’t usually lie there dying with one leg blown off. If there were a writer, he’d be sure to have words with him. As the world around him evaporated he could feel a presence before him.
“I told you not to go to that party.” The voice came through clearly, even better than his 5.1 system at home. “That’s where it all began and this is where it ends. I tried to warn you, you useless prat!”
“Whu..?” Wolfgang spluttered, a tightness in his chest making to hard to do anything at all.
“I was there, before you went to that party. I told you not to go.” The voice said, a tinge of bitterness coming through.
“But… but… that was – uggh… my friends…”
“Your friends? Are you honestly that thick?! Did it not occur to you that a) you don’t actually have any friends or that b) how in hell could they produce the disembodied voice thing without you finding out? God, no wonder you ended up here, bleeding out all alone accompanied by a ghost and the smell of elephant shit.”
“A… g-ghost?” Wolfgang squeaked, his fear and the cold starting to get to him now.
“You’re really not very quick are you? Who else would care enough to actually try and warn you about all this?” Wolfgang was very uncertain where all this was going.
“I’m you, dickhead.” The presence revealed itself to be Wolfgang himself, minus a leg. “I couldn’t warn you directly, there are meta laws against that kind of thing. So I just had to hope you’d take the advice of a disembodied voice in the middle of the night. And yet here we are. In another ten minutes, you’ll be me, and I’ll be you. For better or worse, I’m sticking with worse here, we’ll be dead.”
Wolfgang was silent for some time, taking this all in. This was the end; even his own ghost was telling him that.
“Is… is Cindy ok..?” He ventured.
“You know what happened to her. We can’t change that.” His ghost replied.
“Then… this is it…” He sighed, the strength rapidly leaving him.
“Almost. There’s time for one last bang.”
Of course there is, Wolfgang thought. While preparing for the final battle, Wolfgang had set some rather large caches of dynamite in key locations throughout the zoo. Should he have won the battle, he could disarm the bombs. Should this be the way things went… well, at least the beast and his Zoo Gang would no longer be around to take any more innocent lives. No one else’s brother would die for nothing.
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BOOM!!!!!
The End.
3 comments:
Are you skipping Part 6 on purpose for a prequal?
Well, let's look at Pt 6 as the "Missing Chapter". I mean really, who would want to read the climactic battle between Wolfgang and the thing that killed his younger brother anyway?
Well, I can't believe you ended your story after only a week. I am now resorting to a book on Basic Christianity given to me by my ex-work colleague in a further attempt to convert me. I don't think it's working. I was already getting restless after the introductory chapter telling me I should believe in God simply because Jesus is God and how he saves us from our sins - with quotes provided from the bible.
I might have to blog a book review about this because there is plenty to talk about and I am digressing - Are you going to write another world's worst story?
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