26. Mors Est In Aeternum by Anonymous (Dustin?)

Hello all who are reading this. My name, is Dustin. And im here to tell a story, and it’s up ot you if you think it’s real. I wont plead you to believe me, nor will I beg you to do anything for me. I am here, only to speak. I am only here, to tell a tale. It started one day, in a place that doesn’t exist anymore. A city, that had been erased from the world. It was a long time ago, so no one remembers it. Hell, I cant even remember its name. My father had died, my mother didn’t seem to care about me anymore, and I was always bullied, and no one would stop the bullying I got. One day, I snapped and I brought a knife to school and threatened one of the bullies. I got in trouble, but not a whole lot. It didn’t really change anything. So one day while in a museum, I saw them moving what looked like a chest, into the basement. I couldn’t help but follow them, and make sure I wasn’t seen. In the basement I hid behind 2, maybe 3 large piles of crates, and waited for them to leave. When they did, I went over to the chest. There was a note, saying: “Do not open!” I got curious and examined the chest. It was a large chest, latched shut, and it seemed to be made of wood and iron, like an old kind of chest. But it had drawings and shining bits of what looked like sapphires and rubies. I got more curious and saw an image on the box showing a woman, opening a box, and words of evil seemed to be coming out of the box in the drawing. Then it hit me: This is Pandoras Box. I was surprised. I looked at the latch that was keeping the chest closed, and I started thinking. I had an idea, an idea of revenge. My plan was to open the box and let chaos run amok. But what I didn’t know, was that it had an idea of it’s own. I went over to the latch, and took it off the part that it was on, and I slowly opened it. Suddenly what looked like a gigantic cloud of darkness came out of it, and then it surrounded me and wrapped onto me, covering my whole body in darkness. And then I managed to see a blue flame go into me, and the darkness followed it. I felt powerful and strong. I liked it. I looked at a mirror, and saw that I looked as if I was made of darkness now, white wings on my back, and my eyes a glowing yellow. I chuckled, and I was surprised that my voice, had turned dark, and demonic. I decided to make a change of plan, and kill the whole city. But I wasn’t myself at the moment. Rage, darkness, and anger had filled me, making me want to do it. I used my new wings, seeming to be able to use them quite well, and I flew out the basement and out the museum and went into the air, and went above the center of the city. I started making darkness, tons and tons of darkness, go around me. I then shouted some words that I seemed to know, but I didn’t know what they ment, and everything went white. When I woke up, I was on the ground, normal. And I realized what I had done. I started crying and looked around, seeing it rain ashes, and that the ground was covered in ashes as well. I got up, and started to run, run away and as far as I could. I was afraid. I went into the woods and hid in a cave, and thought for a while. I thought about what I was going to do. I then decided I would never do that again. Never. I then went into another city, and saw everyone was in mourning for the city I destroyed. I went into a random ally and some thugs followed me, and I stopped walking and looked behind me. They wanted me to come with them, or i’d get killed. I wanted to run, or listen to them and do as I say. But suddenly a bit of adrenaline kicked in and my eyes were now a glowing red and I grabbed one of them and threw the thug into a wall and picked up a gun. It was a revolver, but I didn’t mind. I liked revolvers actually. I aimed it at one of the other thugs and told him to give me all the money he has, and did it to the other thug, saying: “If you don’t give me your money, i’ll kill you both.” They were smart to do what I say. Guess they were convinced to after what I did to the other thug. I then walked out of the ally, keeping the gun and money. I saw a costume store and saw a black hoodie, that had a white cross on the back of it, and it was with a black t shirt under it. The hoodie had a zipper on it, meaning I could zip it up if I wanted. I then saw it also had black, baggy jeans with it, and black and white Nike shoes as well. I went inside and asked the clerk about it. He said it was a costume he had made for his kid and his kid didn’t need it anymore, so he took it here. I asked how much it was, and he told me I could have it for three. I nodded him a thank you but gave him some money anyway, about 5 dollars. I took the costume and went into the dressing room and put it on, leaving the hoodie unzipped and leaving the hood off for now. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized it was a perfect fit, and I also saw I had some muscle. I then went back to the store clerk, thanked him, then exited the store. It was starting to become nighttime so I looked around and found an abandoned house and went inside. I checked it all out and saw it still had the water and power on “Weird.” My voice was normal now due to not being in the form I was when I destroyed that one city. I then sat on the couch and relaxed. I slowly fell asleep. I dreamed of all the bad things that had happened to me, causing me to wake up only a bit after that. I looked around and saw someone wearing a white hoodie, bsggy jeans, and white shoes watching me “Who are you?” I asked him, making sure to have my revolver ready “Im Jeff. What the hell are you doing here?” He said, his voice the voice of a grown teenager, and I saw he had a knife in one of his hands “I didn’t know someone hanged around here. I should go…” I said. “Yeah, you should. Now.” I got up quickly and exited the house. But before I fully left, he asked me “Whats your name?” I looked at him. I didn’t want to tell my real name, so I made one up quickly in my head “….Death Angel.” I then looked at a car and looked at him. He nodded, as if knowing what I was going to ask. I broke into the car, seeing it was a black GTO. I found the keys and started it up, and drived away. I drived for a while, enjoying the feeling I was getting from, just, cruising around. I parked at a parking lot and leaned back, going back to sleep. I was then waked up about 3, 4 hours later by the sound of knocking. I looked out my new car window. It was Jeff “Hey. You wouldn’t mind if I joined you, would you?” Jeff had a feeling about this kid. A good feeling. And he didn’t get good feelings often “Sure. I said. He then got in the passenger seat next to me. “So, why did you follow me?” I asked. “….No reason…” He said back. He then turned on the radio, and Adrenaline by Gavin Rossdale was playing. I smiled. “What?” He asked. “Nothing. Just glad to hear an old, good song.” I replied back. I started up the car and started driving around. “Hey, can you stop here?” He asked me. We were at a hotel. “Sure. You stay here or you seeing someone?” “Yeah, im Seeing someone.” He replied “Wait for me?” He asked. I nodded. He then got out of the car and went into the hotel. When he came back out he had his knife out, and blood was all over him “What the hell?” I heard police sirens. He got in “Drive!” He yelled. And I did. I drived away and hid the car in an ally, both of us still in it. “What did you do?” “I saw someone.” I shake my head “Who did you kill?” “A random guy.” “Why?” I asked. He looked at me. “Because I like killing.” I realized I wanted to get away from this guy. But…I started not wanting to. I had an idea “…Was he guilty or something?” “Hell if I know.” I chuckled “Well I have an idea.” I would start driving the car again “What the hell is your idea?” “lets find someone that deserves to be killed.” He grinned as I said that “Oh hell yes.” I drive to the bar and get out of the car “Stay in the car. I’ll be back.” I pulled my hood up, hiding my face. I went into the bar and sat at a table and looked around for any people that I thought needed to be killed. I saw some guys start hitting on a girl and she looked very un happy “Oh c’mon baby, give us all some sugar.” “Hell no!” I hear her say back to the main person leading the little group. He was about to pull out a knife until I spoke “Leave her alone, will you?” My voice was still normal, and he looked at me, realizing I was a kid “Fine…” Him and his friends then went outside and I followed them and got into my car, Jeff still in shotgun “I found our targets.” I told him as I got in and started up the car. I watched the small group enter a truck and drive away, and I followed them. After a while they stopped and parked and went into what looked like a biker gang place “You ready?” I asked Jeff “Always am.” He got out his knife and I got out my revolver and we both went inside. He snuck behind someone and whispered in the man’s ear “Got to sleep.” He then cut the mans throat open and blood went out of his neck like a spraying water fountain. The other bikers in the place noticed and they pulled out their guns and I started shooting them all, shooting each one in the head, while jack charged at one and stabbed the guy he charged at in the forehead and he took his gun and shot people with me. We continued killing them all until we reached the main person, the one that was hitting on the girl at the bar. We shoot him in the knee caps and he falls onto the ground, cussing and screaming in pain. I found a box that had two white revolvers in it and they were already loaded and I took them and took boxes and boxes of ammo as Jeff made sure the guy didn’t get up. I aimed one of the revolvers at the guys head “Mors est in aeternum.” I then shot the man in the head, and he died instantly. I looked around and saw a case that held a pure white sword and I broke the casing open and took it out, seeing it was in it’s hilt and on it’s belt. I put the belt on and looked at Jeff “We’re done here.” We exited the place after he got his knife back from a dead body, and we went back into the car. We looked at eachother, knowing we were going to be really, really good friends.
“A tragedy happened last night as a famous biker gang called The Lost were killed in there own safe house, every single one of them murdered. The main leader, however, seemed to be executed with a bullet to the head after being shot in the kneecaps. In other news, a man named Johnny Mcfarlin was murdered at a hotel by someone wearing a white hoody, baggy jeans, and white shoes. Also known as, the infamous Jeff the killer. And also, a woman was found in the woods, and the police have not identified her yet. She also seemed to have held 6 pages containing scribbles of something that has been called the Slender Man.” The reporter finishes and before the news goes onto the weather, the TV is turned off. “I wonder who the Slender Man is…” “That tall fucker?” “Huh?” I look at him “He’s a tall bastard. And powerful. I fought him before, though. I didn’t beat him, but I lived.” “Oh.” “Well, you gonna go out on your own?” “I’ll come back.” I get up off the couch and shake his hand and he gives me a cellphone “Here. I’ll call you from time to time.” “Thanks man. I’ll see you around.” I go outside and get in my car and start it up, and I start driving. I drive into the woods, and get comfy as I cruise. Meanwhile, Jeff goes outside and walks around and suddenly something happens, and when he wakes up, he was in a Hospital bed, in a hospital room with another guy. I drive for a while, and suddenly I see a tree fall in front of me “Oh shit!” I stop my car in time and get out “What the holy fuck?” I look around, lost “Dammit I should’ve gotten a map.” I see a mansion nearby and go to it, passing by a poster saying: Missing Charlie Matheson Jr.
To be continued in the next story.

1 done.
A lot more to go.
Credit To – I give some of the credit to Mr. Creepy Pasta, for giving me the idea to make this.
Credit Link – http://www.youtube.com/user/MrCreepyPasta