Damnation

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Our Story starts off in in the dreary bedroom of Oliver Bones, the Protagonist of our story, in the dreary apartment, in the dreary apartment building, in the Dreary city of London,in the dreary country of England. Do you see the point I'm trying to get across? Things are bloody dreary, now let's get on with the story. Things are dreary most days, in the life of Oliver, and his friends, William, and Drucilla, the newlyweds, but today was different. Things were looking up...slightly. Very very slightly. A very tiny, miniscule, near, but not quite, diminutive bit. It would not be noticeable to us more fortunate characters, in our more fortunate bedrooms, in our more fortunate apartments, etc. etc. if things were the equivalent opposite if this, meaning they were that amount worse, but, as most of you know, when characters are more optimistic, the small unfortunate things are almost not noticeable. Anyhow, these small rewards in these character's lives, were a small reward for an impossibly horrible fate awaiting in the conclusion of this story.

I, as the author of this story, feel it is important to tell you a few small things about the characters. Oliver is a bit of a punk, and has been friends with William for many years now. William is a respectable, social climbing, slightly odd, former aristocrat. Drucilla is William's new wife, she has been a bit off ever since the incident at the wedding, which you may learn about later, and is quite the interesting character. Now that you understand the setting, the characters, and what not, we can get on with the story. Sorry, I have a habit of rambling.

"Wake up, Ollie,I've got a surprise for you!"

William's voice rang through the small halls of the apartment. Oliver lay there, on his soiled mattress, suddenly awoken by his good friends voice. He slowly got out of bed, still half asleep. As he stood up, he looked out the greatly condensed window. He extended his arm, and wiped it off. The streets of London were filthy, rainy, and full of beggars. Things were looking up.

Oliver finally got dressed, walked down the hall, and saw his roommates,William and Drucilla O'hanna, sitting in the living room, on their black Chesterfield, lounging lazily. William was dressed in his black suit, with black boots, and, and black everything,with his brown gloves on.

'Cheery colours,' thought Oliver.

Drucilla was dressed in her black dress, with her black gloves, black leggings, black boots, black eye liner and dark red lipstick.

'Red lipstick, it's like her wedding day all over again'

William abruptly, and stiffly stood up. "Good morning Ollie, how are you today?"

"I've told you, a thousand bloody times," Oliver growled through gritted teeth," don't call me that."

"I'm sorry,Oliver. " William responded, sarcastically," Anyhow, we need to leave now. Your things are all packed, now hurry up."

William pointed to the corner of the room, where Oliver noticed all of the suitcases they owned, packed to the brim, with what appeared to be everything they owned. The only reason he noticed the black suitcases, piled against the black wall, was the fact that on of them had a steel buckle, instead of the usual black straps. All of the bright colours were starting to make Oliver Ill.

Suddenly, Oliver woke up from his drowsiness , when he realized what William was saying. He looked surprised, confused, and a little bit more concerned for William's sanity than usual, and asked," Where the bloody hell are we going?"

"Why to far off lands, in search of treasures, and demons, and all of the things you here about in story books," Drucilla said dreamily, as she stood up, and started wandering around the room.

"So," Oliver said," what's with all the 'Far off lands' bullshit."

"You know Drucilla and I were never able to go on the honeymoon we really wanted, so we decided to go on a second one."

"What, your trip to Scotland wasn't enough?"

"No, that was more of a vacation. This is what we truly want. A trip to Egypt. To see the pyramids, to see the desert."

Oliver looked at him like he was mad man, even though he was, today was somehow, slightly different. He was more insane, more scheming than usual. After a moment of two of wondering about William's mind, a look of realization came across his face "We're going to Egypt? Why the bloody hell didn't you tell me? God, this is just like the wedding."

"We told you about the wedding. What are you talking about?" asked William

"No, no, no, no, no. You told me you were engaged. On the wedding day, you left me a note saying , 'We didn't want to wake you,but we decided to have the wedding today, sorry we couldn't wake you!' And I got there, in my only tux, as the best man, like you planned, more pissed off than you can believe."

"That's not how it happened!" Drucilla said, suddenly joining the conversation.

"Honey, I would like to talk to Oliver in private, the Taxi is almost here, could you please go watch for it?" William asked politely.

She kissed him on the cheek, and did as William asked. " We did tell you, and you said you would wake up in time, so It all worked out, and you kept your word."

"No! I remember that, that's the day you ki-"

"I did not!" William yelled as quietly as possible, you know, in a loud sort of whisper," That was Johnny! That was not me! My parents died by the hands of Johnny Thailborough!"

"Right, right, right, that backstabber stole your gun!" Oliver proclaimed loudly.

"Keep your voice down! You know how Drucilla feels about this!" said William in the same loud whisper.

"We all know who Johnny is, buddy," Oliver responded, whispering through his trademark tooth gritted grin.

"If we just drop the subject,I'll show you that picture of Drucilla that you like," offered William.

Oliver looked wide eyed, excited, and looked over to Drucilla lustfully. "Alright, the subject is dropped."

"Honey, the taxi is here," called Drucilla.

"Well then, I enjoyed our little chat Oliver, now get some of the suitcases and help us out."

Oliver looked annoyed, but tolerated it. He got his share of the luggage, and followed his friends out the door. As soon as he saw the bright, yellow taxi, he was about ready to vomit.

Welcome to the second section of my story. The second section of the story starts off in the cheery taxi cab, of the cheery taxi cab driver, Araheem Abdul, of the cheery nation of Arabia, going to the not so cheery Winston Churchill airport, in the not so cheery city of London, in th-. Haven't we been through this part already? I'm sorry if I am boring you, I'll get on with it now. The only thing I should warn you of, before reading this section, is the fate of Araheem Abdul, a very polite man, is not pleasant. I want to make this as pleasant for you as I can, so I will not get into it. Poor poor Araheem, but... I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles. Why are you still here? TURN THE DAMN PAGE!

"Hello, my friends, how are you this fine day?" called Araheem Abdul, as William, Oliver, and Drucilla walked out of their apartment building. Oliver was carrying the bulk of the luggage, Drucilla carrying nothing, and William carrying his share of the bags.

"Hello, sir," William grimly replied, wearing the most uncomfortable smile in the history of overly cheery, foreign taxi cab drivers.

Everyone hates taxi drivers who constantly try to make conversation, and they almost always do just that. I can say the same about Araheem Abdul. I would tell you the gruesome details, of the horribly annoying conversation that followed, but that would make this a horribly annoying thing to read, so I shall spare you the unpleasant experience.

After a long, awkward conversation involving the local rugby team, the English parliament, and some strange looking road kill, they finally made it to the airport. They pulled up to the nearest entrance, which was completely empty, and William, Drucilla and Oliver got out of the taxi. Wiliam opened the sickeningly bright yellow trunk, got their luggage, payed Mr. Abdul, and shot him. William stood there with his smoking hand gun. Behind him, Oliver stood completely still, a shocked look on his face. Araheem's body lay perfectly still in the front seat, a bloody hole in his head.

"He really annoyed me," said William smugly.

"Oh, well," said Oliver," that makes murder completely acceptable doesn't it. So,who am I talking to.William, or our good friend JOHHNY!"

"Johnny left, Oliver, we all know that, and he's not coming back," said Drucilla in an almost hopeful voice.

"Let's get out of here, the plane's about to leave," said William, hiding his gun in his coat pocket.

Oliver's stomach began to sank as the plane lifted off of the ground. The seats were all a bright salmon pink colour. The stewardess wore a sickeningly bright blue blazer and cap. She spoke with a sickeningly cheery voice, describing how to use the seat belt, in great detail. Oliver, William and Drucilla were all disgusted by the pantheon of colour that lay before them. Oliver was ready to vomit even more than before. In fact, he actually began to vomit at this point. He reached for the small bag that lay next to him, brought it up to his mouth, and wretched.

William attempted to ignore this. He was having enough difficulty not vomiting himself, and with the odour of fresh vomit next to him this became exceedingly difficult. He needed to maintain his gentlemanly composure in public, no matter how annoying everyone around him was. There was a morbidly obese man sitting behind him, who had severe body odour. The fat man's wife was loudly chewing her bubble gum, while their five year old son was screaming, at the top of his tiny lungs, about wanting a package of salted peanuts. 'This honeymoon is off to a terrible start,' William thought,'Hopefully it will get better after we land.'

Nothing truly interesting happened on the rest of the trip. The obese man kept stinking, his wife kept chewing, the child kept screaming, and Oliver kept on vomiting. Drucilla eventually fell asleep, and William stared into the seat in front of him, and hoped to God above that they would land soon. Unfortunately, William got exactly what he wished for.

I feel that, at this moment in time, I should reveal to you that the story is about to climax. My writings are not finished with this, trust me. This is not the last you will read of Oliver, William, and Drucilla. Their story goes on for some time after this, and the truly interesting story happens long before the tale you hold before you now. The ending to this, and the rest of these stories are not happy. I encourage you to read on, but be warned, your in for a twist.

A massive bang burst forth from the back of the plane. Oliver, William, and Drucilla stood up and looked back in unison. the back of the plane was missing, and pandemonium ensued. The fat man grabbed his wife, and child, and ran to the front of the plane. William embraced Drucilla, as she burst into tears.

Oliver stared in awe at the gaping hole that was the second half of the plane. He cautiously walked over to the the flaming hole, and peered outside. The rest of the plane was hurtling towards to ocean, as were several people in the plane. The plane suddenly jerked forward, and And oliver lost his balance. His leg caught on a pipe that stuck out of the floor.

William and Drucilla saw this happen, and they ran to his rescue. Half way to the edge of the plane, Oliver's foot slipped, and he fell to his demise.

"Oliver!'" Drucilla screamed, and jumped in a futile attempt to rescue him.

William stared in awe at what his wife had just done. "Shit," he said.

The fat man returned, with the captain in a headlock, and proceeded to beat on him.

William closed his eyes, jumped, and prayed for the best. The air rushed past him, at what seemed to be an alarming speed. He opened his eyes, and saw Drucilla and Oliver grasping each other, holding on to each other for dear life. All three of them were quickly approaching the cold, dark looking ocean. They all thought the same thing, that this would soon be there watery grave. They all crashed into the water, along with both halves of the air plane, and every thing was silent.

Oliver opened his eyes to see the grey, dreary English sky he loved to see. He felt below him cold, grassy ground. The first thing about this that surprised him about this is the fact that he opened his eyes. The second thing about this is that he felt ground below him. He used these small bits of information to conclude that he wasn't dead, or in the ocean. 'This is a good thing' he thought.

He stood up, and found himself to be standing, completely dry, in the middle of a grey, dreary looking forest. All of the trees around him were completely bare, and some of them looked scorched.

"Well what the fuck?"Oliver asked himself. "How the hell did I get here?"

Oliver stood in thought, a while, and stared through the forest. He knew that if he made it out alive, William and Drucilla must have too.

A fog fell over him, and it became nearly impossible to see. He squinted, in a futile attempt to see through the mist. He began to realize that this would not work, so he began to call their names, and wander aimlessly.'

"Will!" he called, at the top of his lungs,"Drucilla! Will! Druci-" His leg caught on something large, and soft laying on the ground. He stood, turned around, and looked down.

"Shit!" Oliver said under his breath.

Oliver saw what he hoped was not William's corpse laying on the ground. He got on to his knees, lowered his head to William's chest, and pressed his ear against it.

"Oh thank God," Oliver whispered, he had felt a heart beat.

Oliver looked up, the fog had dispersed completely, and in the distance he could see Drucilla limping in his direction. He ran towards her,and placed his shoulder under her arm.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

"I'm fine," she replied in a tired sounding voice," my leg hurts. Where is William? I want my Willy..." she trailed off.

Oliver guided her over to William, and right when they arrived, he sat up.

"What... Where am I?"

"Will!" Oliver said cheerfully.

William slowly got to his feet, looked Drucilla in the eyes, and embraced her. They all stood in a circle, and stared at each other with confused faces.

"What the hell do we do now?" asked Oliver," I mean where the hell are we?"

"We left the airport in London, and flew for an hour," William said, " this could be some random forest in the middle of nowhere."

"But we landed in the ocean," Oliver replied.

"Maybe we washed up on shore somewhere," William suggested.

"But where the hell is the beach?" asked Oliver," We're in the MIDDLE of a FOREST!"

"That's a good point," William said, as he put his arm around Drucilla's waist, " we must have been dragged here somehow."

Drucilla stared dreamily into the distance and returned William's embrace.

"Well, we're not making any progress here, are we?" Asked Oliver, " I suggest we start walking, and maybe we'll find something out."

"Sounds like a good plan to me."

So they began to walk. Drucilla and William walked hand in hand. Oliver walked hurriedly in front of them. They walked for hours, and eventually Oliver spotted something in the distance.

"Hey," he said, pointing into the distance," what's that?"

William stared at it. It looked like an archway, but he couldn't tell from this distance. They all ran as fast as they could, and before long came to a massive archway. It was about twenty feet tall, and ten feet wide. The edges looked charred, as if it were the remains of a building long ago destroyed. Oliver walked through first, and turned around, looking around himself, as if he expected something to happen. William and Drucilla walked though after a few moments, and turned to face the same direction as Oliver. They stared at the archway, each of them searching desperately for some sort of sign.Then, William noticed something written on the left side of the arch. He moved in for closer inspection, and read the message out loud.

"Turn around."

They all simultaneously turned around. Standing there was a man, wearing a long, black, leather coat, a black shirt and trousers, and black bowler on top of his head. He kept his head tilted, just enough for the shadow cast by his hat to completely cover his face. The three friends stared in confusion at the man.

"Good evening my friends!" he said loudly. He raised his head, revealing pasty white skin and cold, piercing, malevolent blue eyes." Welcome to your new home. My name is Lucifer."

The End