~!!Disclaimer!!~ OINK! No matter how much I wish I owned Thir13en Ghosts.
(Or just Dennis, heh) I don't. So no one sues me, 'k? God damnit, DENNIS IS
SO HOT!
Chapter1: Son of a Bitch!
Darkness oozed into Dennis' head as he lay there for a few moments. His heart and pulse stopped and his blood vessels busted with blood dripped down from the side of his head as well as the corner of his mouth. No breath was left inside his mouth; no life was left inside of his veins. Dennis was just lying there, still and unmoving. The two wraiths had banged his temples back and forth between the walls, and finally ended his life with a broken spine.
As if he had just awoken from a horrible nightmare, Dennis' piercing blue eyes opened automatically. With a breath he stood up and shook his head as if in dizziness. "I'm alive?" He touched his hands, his mouth, his hair, and his stomach, blinked and jumped up and down squealing in joy, "I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm ALIVE! I am invincin." He stopped dead in his happiness when he saw his mangled body lying on the floor with a pool of blood spreading from under his face, dead. "Nononono, NO! No way! Hell no! This isn't happening," Dennis whispered to himself. He crouched down before his body and stifled back some tears. "Oh come on! Ahh.holy shit, god damn it." Dennis started to bang his head lightly on the glass wall and with his fist in frustration. He turned back to look at his body and let out a long sigh. "Sheesh, why did you kill such a sexy guy?"
Dennis touched his dead hand and a powerful, yet familiar feeling rushed into his head. He saw a very pretty girl, in her early 20s, black hair with glowing white skin. She seemed to be sleeping very calmly. FLASH. Her eyes were tightly shut and she fought the air with her hands, strangled with her blanket. FLASH. Suddenly, a sound that will always haunt Dennis' head, the crazed laughter of the Jackal echoed throughout the girl's little room. Than a dark shadow came close to her. FLASH. The Jackal appeared and came even closer to her. FLASH. His hands were above her head. FLASH. A close up of Jackal's face, his large eyes gleamed wildly and his demonic, evil smile tightened Dennis' heart. FLASH. His hands strike her beautiful face angrily and madly. FLASH. The girl screamed as red gashes peeled down her soft flesh. FLASH
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Dennis screamed with that I'm-screwed face. "Son of a bitch, what the hell was that?!" He started to beat himself and feeling sorry for himself. "God damn it! I need some pills." As Dennis was rummaging through his soiled black suit looking for the orange bottle, an image of Arthur pinned down with a cane from Cyrus' hand flashed into Dennis' head. "Arthur!" Dennis dashed down into the house, not knowing were to go, but he needed to help him.
Dennis sighed in relief when he saw the other ghosts picking up Cyrus and throwing him into the Eye. A salad of Cyrus was flying everywhere as Dennis leaned on the glass window to catch his breath, even though he was happy. "Ha! Look who's a loser now, Cyrus!" Dennis grinned and turned back to Arthur who sat there in disbelief. "You still have the power in you, Arthur," Dennis spoke calmly to him, while he cleaned his black-framed glass with his shirt. "Dennis." Arthur stood up and smiled. "It's only the matter of how you use it. Now go to your kids." Arthur nodded in thanks and Dennis smiled at him. "He's gonna stop this hell hole and I'll be free again. Paradise, here I come!" Dennis said to himself.
The house shook as the glass shattered with fireworks of sparks burst everywhere. Dennis was relieved that being a ghost meant you couldn't feel anything, like the freaking pieces of glass aiming towards at his face. He closed his eyes waiting for silence. Yet when there was silence Dennis began to get a little impatient. "Any second now.yup.any second now." Dennis just stood there, leaning up against half broken glass wall. "I can feel the warm, tingly sensation of heaven, and hear those creepy, naked angels singing in the background. I can almost see a bright light.do-do-do- do. yup, and God says Dennis, I am your Father, come to me." His eyes opened wide and he had a pissed-off look on his face, seeing that he was still in the house. "God damnit! Whyyyyyyyy?! I want out, OUT!" He made a fist and shook it towards the ceiling. "You crazy son of a bitch! I don't wanna be stuck here!" Dennis took his fist and hit it against the wall he was leaning on. The glass broke and Dennis let out an agonized, pissed, annoying, and frustrated yell, cursing at God. He put his head down and sighed, "What now?"
Dennis started to walk outside of the destroyed house and stuck up his middle finger at it before walking away. Suddenly, blood rushed into his head. Dennis grabbed his head and tightly shut his eyes. When the pain died down he slowly opened his eyes, shocked to see that he was somewhere else. He was inside a small, dark room. The light of the moon fell across the room, uncovering a face a young woman's face who laid asleep inside her bed, and the large collection of Victorian dolls placed on the many shells which bordered the walls and smiling sweetly at the woman, from the dark.
Chapter1: Son of a Bitch!
Darkness oozed into Dennis' head as he lay there for a few moments. His heart and pulse stopped and his blood vessels busted with blood dripped down from the side of his head as well as the corner of his mouth. No breath was left inside his mouth; no life was left inside of his veins. Dennis was just lying there, still and unmoving. The two wraiths had banged his temples back and forth between the walls, and finally ended his life with a broken spine.
As if he had just awoken from a horrible nightmare, Dennis' piercing blue eyes opened automatically. With a breath he stood up and shook his head as if in dizziness. "I'm alive?" He touched his hands, his mouth, his hair, and his stomach, blinked and jumped up and down squealing in joy, "I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm ALIVE! I am invincin." He stopped dead in his happiness when he saw his mangled body lying on the floor with a pool of blood spreading from under his face, dead. "Nononono, NO! No way! Hell no! This isn't happening," Dennis whispered to himself. He crouched down before his body and stifled back some tears. "Oh come on! Ahh.holy shit, god damn it." Dennis started to bang his head lightly on the glass wall and with his fist in frustration. He turned back to look at his body and let out a long sigh. "Sheesh, why did you kill such a sexy guy?"
Dennis touched his dead hand and a powerful, yet familiar feeling rushed into his head. He saw a very pretty girl, in her early 20s, black hair with glowing white skin. She seemed to be sleeping very calmly. FLASH. Her eyes were tightly shut and she fought the air with her hands, strangled with her blanket. FLASH. Suddenly, a sound that will always haunt Dennis' head, the crazed laughter of the Jackal echoed throughout the girl's little room. Than a dark shadow came close to her. FLASH. The Jackal appeared and came even closer to her. FLASH. His hands were above her head. FLASH. A close up of Jackal's face, his large eyes gleamed wildly and his demonic, evil smile tightened Dennis' heart. FLASH. His hands strike her beautiful face angrily and madly. FLASH. The girl screamed as red gashes peeled down her soft flesh. FLASH
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Dennis screamed with that I'm-screwed face. "Son of a bitch, what the hell was that?!" He started to beat himself and feeling sorry for himself. "God damn it! I need some pills." As Dennis was rummaging through his soiled black suit looking for the orange bottle, an image of Arthur pinned down with a cane from Cyrus' hand flashed into Dennis' head. "Arthur!" Dennis dashed down into the house, not knowing were to go, but he needed to help him.
Dennis sighed in relief when he saw the other ghosts picking up Cyrus and throwing him into the Eye. A salad of Cyrus was flying everywhere as Dennis leaned on the glass window to catch his breath, even though he was happy. "Ha! Look who's a loser now, Cyrus!" Dennis grinned and turned back to Arthur who sat there in disbelief. "You still have the power in you, Arthur," Dennis spoke calmly to him, while he cleaned his black-framed glass with his shirt. "Dennis." Arthur stood up and smiled. "It's only the matter of how you use it. Now go to your kids." Arthur nodded in thanks and Dennis smiled at him. "He's gonna stop this hell hole and I'll be free again. Paradise, here I come!" Dennis said to himself.
The house shook as the glass shattered with fireworks of sparks burst everywhere. Dennis was relieved that being a ghost meant you couldn't feel anything, like the freaking pieces of glass aiming towards at his face. He closed his eyes waiting for silence. Yet when there was silence Dennis began to get a little impatient. "Any second now.yup.any second now." Dennis just stood there, leaning up against half broken glass wall. "I can feel the warm, tingly sensation of heaven, and hear those creepy, naked angels singing in the background. I can almost see a bright light.do-do-do- do. yup, and God says Dennis, I am your Father, come to me." His eyes opened wide and he had a pissed-off look on his face, seeing that he was still in the house. "God damnit! Whyyyyyyyy?! I want out, OUT!" He made a fist and shook it towards the ceiling. "You crazy son of a bitch! I don't wanna be stuck here!" Dennis took his fist and hit it against the wall he was leaning on. The glass broke and Dennis let out an agonized, pissed, annoying, and frustrated yell, cursing at God. He put his head down and sighed, "What now?"
Dennis started to walk outside of the destroyed house and stuck up his middle finger at it before walking away. Suddenly, blood rushed into his head. Dennis grabbed his head and tightly shut his eyes. When the pain died down he slowly opened his eyes, shocked to see that he was somewhere else. He was inside a small, dark room. The light of the moon fell across the room, uncovering a face a young woman's face who laid asleep inside her bed, and the large collection of Victorian dolls placed on the many shells which bordered the walls and smiling sweetly at the woman, from the dark.