Bad∞End∞Night-Ian+Cry's Good Ending
“I promise you, we’ll report these mother-fuckers.” The man said, still held against the wall by Ian’s magic.
“R-really?” Anthony whispered.
“What?” Ian and Cry hissed in unison.
Anthony didn’t know what he was thinking, the past couple of weeks here had been amazing and he didn’t know what on earth he was doing, but did the people really miss him? Was he the ideal good samaritan gone missing? Anthony was hyping it up in his mind, seeing the whole town torn to shreds because of his absence. Feeling kingly Anthony stared at the man against the wall and then to Ian.
“Let him go.” Anthony said, slowly.
Ian retracted the magic almost immediately but wore a look of hurt and disgust. Anthony walked down the steps beneath him and walked closer to the man who was rubbing his neck.
“And you’ll help me?”
“Help you what?” The man whispered.
“Report these bastards?”
At this moment Anthony had forgotten exactly why his hadn’t left the mansion in the past few weeks, the soul reason why even if he wanted to go home he couldn’t. Though the town in shreds in his mind was making him feel like a god and with the way he’d been treated in the past few weeks there was no reason he wouldn’t.
This was Anthony’s chance to be the master.
“Of course I’ll help you.” The man stuttered, grateful for Anthony saving his life.
Cry and Ian stood there wide-eyed and speechless.
Anthony began to go to open the door until he heard a hellish roar behind him, “Honestly? After everything we’ve given you, your just going to disregard me? Disregard Cry? Disregard everybody? Have you seen yourself? You’re making me sick.”
It seemed Cry was the only one who remembered exactly what the worst part of this all was, if Anthony exited the door, with no visible signs of magic it would either show up and spin completely out of control or…they’d drop dead, just then and there. When people have conducted rituals with the dead they said you never go up or down to hell or heaven, it’s just the pain you felt when you died for an eternity. Cry couldn’t feel for anybody else but the master right now, not because of his feelings for him or anything but because of the damn suffering Ian would have to go through, heart-ache, anger, sadness all mixed up in one soul for all eternity…Cry was left with guilt, uncontrollable guilt. Why couldn’t he help this? Why?
Anthony didn’t say anything back to Ian and just turned to face him, opening the door for the man to escape through, he did, but he waited outside shaking and shivering but fixating his eyes on the battle before him.
“Go then. If that’s what you want. Go.” Ian said, pure hatred but anguish in his darkened eyes. So dark, you couldn’t see the pupils.
“Master!” Cry exclaimed, “Aren’t you forgetting something…something that happens if he walks out that damn door?”
Ian turned to Cry and placed a hand on his shoulders, his eyes lightening a bit with a soft smile. “If he chooses to die this way he can but he’ll be stuck with us or he’ll go down with his own ship. Cry, it seems he’s set though, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for everything. I may have been hard on you, I may have been flippant but you stayed through all of this. Thank you.”
The guilt left Cry and all that was left in the Masters eyes was gratitude and calm. Cry had achieved exactly what he needed.
With that Anthony stepped out of the house, faltered, cursed and collapsed. The man started yelling, screaming, “What did you do to him? What did you do?”
Cry didn’t feel anything, nothing at all.
The master shut the doors with a flick of his hands and turned to cry a smirk plastered on his face.
Cry looked with confusion and alarm on his face at the Master.
“Are we…dead?”
The master chuckled and turned to Cry before retiring to his room for the night, “Cry, why do you think in the rituals the people say they only experience pain when they die?”
“Well, because they are in pain.”
“Well, Cry. Do you feel any pain whatsoever? Mentally or physically. I’ve read every book you have, and while I may miss Anthony, at that precise moment there- you saved my life. Now feel free to go and experience all the mental and physical pain you want, you’re not going to die anymore.”
Cry stood at the bottom of the stairwell as he watched the master ascend, astounded. What his brain just experienced was nothing like he expected it do be. He saved the Masters life. He did!
“Oh, and Cry?” He heard a call from the top of the stairs.
“Don’t answer the door bell anymore, I’ve got all I need.”
His second chance.
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“R-really?” Anthony whispered.
“What?” Ian and Cry hissed in unison.
Anthony didn’t know what he was thinking, the past couple of weeks here had been amazing and he didn’t know what on earth he was doing, but did the people really miss him? Was he the ideal good samaritan gone missing? Anthony was hyping it up in his mind, seeing the whole town torn to shreds because of his absence. Feeling kingly Anthony stared at the man against the wall and then to Ian.
“Let him go.” Anthony said, slowly.
Ian retracted the magic almost immediately but wore a look of hurt and disgust. Anthony walked down the steps beneath him and walked closer to the man who was rubbing his neck.
“And you’ll help me?”
“Help you what?” The man whispered.
“Report these bastards?”
At this moment Anthony had forgotten exactly why his hadn’t left the mansion in the past few weeks, the soul reason why even if he wanted to go home he couldn’t. Though the town in shreds in his mind was making him feel like a god and with the way he’d been treated in the past few weeks there was no reason he wouldn’t.
This was Anthony’s chance to be the master.
“Of course I’ll help you.” The man stuttered, grateful for Anthony saving his life.
Cry and Ian stood there wide-eyed and speechless.
Anthony began to go to open the door until he heard a hellish roar behind him, “Honestly? After everything we’ve given you, your just going to disregard me? Disregard Cry? Disregard everybody? Have you seen yourself? You’re making me sick.”
It seemed Cry was the only one who remembered exactly what the worst part of this all was, if Anthony exited the door, with no visible signs of magic it would either show up and spin completely out of control or…they’d drop dead, just then and there. When people have conducted rituals with the dead they said you never go up or down to hell or heaven, it’s just the pain you felt when you died for an eternity. Cry couldn’t feel for anybody else but the master right now, not because of his feelings for him or anything but because of the damn suffering Ian would have to go through, heart-ache, anger, sadness all mixed up in one soul for all eternity…Cry was left with guilt, uncontrollable guilt. Why couldn’t he help this? Why?
Anthony didn’t say anything back to Ian and just turned to face him, opening the door for the man to escape through, he did, but he waited outside shaking and shivering but fixating his eyes on the battle before him.
“Go then. If that’s what you want. Go.” Ian said, pure hatred but anguish in his darkened eyes. So dark, you couldn’t see the pupils.
“Master!” Cry exclaimed, “Aren’t you forgetting something…something that happens if he walks out that damn door?”
Ian turned to Cry and placed a hand on his shoulders, his eyes lightening a bit with a soft smile. “If he chooses to die this way he can but he’ll be stuck with us or he’ll go down with his own ship. Cry, it seems he’s set though, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for everything. I may have been hard on you, I may have been flippant but you stayed through all of this. Thank you.”
The guilt left Cry and all that was left in the Masters eyes was gratitude and calm. Cry had achieved exactly what he needed.
With that Anthony stepped out of the house, faltered, cursed and collapsed. The man started yelling, screaming, “What did you do to him? What did you do?”
Cry didn’t feel anything, nothing at all.
The master shut the doors with a flick of his hands and turned to cry a smirk plastered on his face.
Cry looked with confusion and alarm on his face at the Master.
“Are we…dead?”
The master chuckled and turned to Cry before retiring to his room for the night, “Cry, why do you think in the rituals the people say they only experience pain when they die?”
“Well, because they are in pain.”
“Well, Cry. Do you feel any pain whatsoever? Mentally or physically. I’ve read every book you have, and while I may miss Anthony, at that precise moment there- you saved my life. Now feel free to go and experience all the mental and physical pain you want, you’re not going to die anymore.”
Cry stood at the bottom of the stairwell as he watched the master ascend, astounded. What his brain just experienced was nothing like he expected it do be. He saved the Masters life. He did!
“Oh, and Cry?” He heard a call from the top of the stairs.
“Don’t answer the door bell anymore, I’ve got all I need.”
His second chance.
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