A/N: Here’s a new fic I thought of this Halloween. A little off-season now, but hey, who cares? I own no famous entity, (no, not even the Devil in this fic, who’s supposed to REALLY be the devil, but names were changed to protect the innocent.) Celebrities’ names weren’t changed. Screw the innocent. I hope you enjoy. BTW, this was inspired by a certain movie I watched on Halloween. See if you can guess it. ^_~…Please excuse my typos, I broke my finger a few hours before typing this….L

 

 

Immortal

By Trent Reznor_X_Marilyn Manson

 

Marilyn Manson leaned against a wall, before he and his band were supposed to go onstage.

“Hey, yo!” Pogo called from outside the door. “You okay in there?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just the usual stomach cramps…..” Manson said. He took a few pain reliever pills and walked out of the room.

“We’re getting worried about you.” Pogo told him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
”I’m fine. F-I-N-E! Do I look awful or something? Sheesh…” Marilyn snapped. Pogo sighed and walked back to Ginger, John, and Twiggy.

“He’s never been like this before…..not this sick….I’m really worried…..” Twiggy said to John.

“Yeah, me too…..poor guy….” John hung his head. “I wish we could do something. I hate to see him just wither away like this….suffering…..”
”Hmm……” Ginger wasn’t much of a talking person.

“Hey, he’s the one who has to sing. Just think how hard that must be. All we have to do is play instruments…..” Pogo pointed out.

“Yeah…” John said, regretfully. “For the past few weeks, he’s thrown up right after our shows……I feel so bad…like it’s my fault….”
”It’s not your fault, John. It’s noone’s fault. Please. Don’t put this on yourself.” Ginger told him.
”Okay….well, I guess we have to go….” John replied.

 

After the show…..

Marilyn ran into the bathroom, as he had usually done after the last few shows. John, Twiggy, Ginger and Pogo sat outside the door.  A few minutes later, Manson came out.

“You okay?” John asked.

“…….Y…yeah….” Marilyn slumped down next to Pogo. Pogo put his arm around Manson, but Marilyn said, “Get off, you queer….”, making Pogo pull his hand back.

“Um…is there anything we can do to make you feel better?” Twiggy asked Marilyn.

“Yeah…..lock me in a dark room with 100 packs of cigarettes…” Manson smirked.

“I called Trent over…he should be here in a few minutes….” Twiggy said, trying to cheer Marilyn up. It must have worked. Manson smiled.

“Thanks, Jeordie…”
”Ah, no problem….” Twiggy grinned. A couple minutes later, Trent walked up to Manson.

“Yo, you feelin’ any better?” Trent asked, sitting next to Marilyn.
”No….I don’t think I’ll get any better, either….” Manson sighed.

 

After the next concert the next day….

 

Marilyn sat next to Ginger, too tired to move, even.

“Hey, how you doin’? Feelin’ better?” Ginger asked.

“No……” Manson groaned. Pogo looked at him and sighed.

“I hope you get better soon. I hate seeing you like this…” He said.

“Forget it……….it’s probably just stomach flu or something…….don’t lose sleep over me….” Marilyn smirked.

“I only wish that were true….” John thought.

 

Dinner at the Manson residence….

 

Twiggy, Pogo, John, and Ginger ate their food quickly, while Marilyn just sat at the end of the table, not eating anything, or even looking at food. Although Manson was ill, when the band members were occupied with food, you’d need to be on fire for them to notice you.

“Aiyo, pass me some chips, Fish..” Pogo said.
”Marilyn, you need to eat something….it might make you feel better….” John pointed out.

“Please….food is probably what made me sick in the first place…..” Manson told him.

“You’re too thin, Manson…..just eat something…..” Twiggy pleaded. Marilyn rested his head down on the table. He noticed Pogo’s eating habits. He was quite a food hog.
”Yeah, man….the only thing you should worry about is your ass….if you have one!” Ginger laughed. Pogo snickered a bit.

“You’re worried about your weight?” Pogo asked.

“No…..not at my current state….” Manson replied.

“You know what makes me sick? All those T.V commercials tellin’ you to lose weight, and you need to be thin and all that crap! People aren’t supposed to be the same! Fat, thin, midgets! It doesn’t matter….I mean, look at us…We’ve all got sorta big asses….Me, John-“ Pogo said. John gave Pogo the dirtiest look he could, but that only made Pogo laugh. “Well, you DO have a bigger ass than Manson…”
”Please….that’s not saying much….” Marilyn smiled. “Besides, I don’t want to eat….food is nasty…”

“How can you think that?” Pogo said, with a mouthful of food currently occupying his mouth.

“I just…do….” Manson replied.

“Don’t you feel sick from not eating?” Ginger asked.

“No….as much as I’d like to think that’s it…..” Marilyn sighed. He looked over at Twiggy. “Where’s Trent? I thought you said this afternoon that he was comin’ over….”
”Yah, I did say that. He had something to clear up, so he left early. He said he’d be over around 7…” Twiggy told him, swallowing a mouthful of food in mid-sentence.

“Oh…okay….” Marilyn said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

 

Later that night…..

 

Trent finally had arrived at Marilyn’s house, although a little late.

“Yo, where’s Manson?” He asked Twiggy, who was watching T.V.

“In his room….he’s been really bad the past few days.” Twiggy said.

“I’ll see how he’s doing.” Trent replied, and walked up the stairs to Manson’s room.

“You in here?” Trent asked, peeking his head in the door.

“Yeah….come in….” Marilyn smiled, seeing Trent. Trent did as he was told, and sat on the bed next to Manson.

“Jeordie told me you weren’t any better…..I’m really worried about you…” Trent put his arm around Marilyn. Suprisingly, Manson didn’t refuse. “And he told me over the phone that you weren’t eating. What’s up?”
”Food makes me sick………..it’s gross…..” Manson groaned.

“Haha…you didn’t say that when we were recording….” Trent smirked. “Can I get you anything?”

“No……it’s okay….I really want to thank you for caring……. about me………I’ve never really….known…anyone who’s cared…so much….thank you…..” Marilyn blushed a bit.

“Hey, it’s the least I can do…..are you going to bed soon?”
”I guess….nothing much else to do….why do you ask?”
”Oh, no reason…..do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?” Trent smiled hopefully.

“Hehe…sure, if you want….” Marilyn said as he laid down on his bed. He closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly. Trent smiled and walked out of the room and turned off the lamp.

 

A few days later…..

 

Ginger, John, Pogo and Twiggy went upstairs to check on Marilyn.

“Ey yo, you alive, Manson?” Twiggy asked as he and the others sat on the bed next to Marilyn.

“I’m not dead yet, so I must be okay…” Manson smirked.

“I can’t believe it….you’re physically fine….your medical conditions are great….I don’t get it…how can a doctor say you’re fine when something is obviously wrong?” Twiggy yelled, partly at himself.

“Besides, you DID say something about a weird feeling in your stomach when you were onstage. You said it only happened when you sang a lyric that was….like, religiously offensive, right?” John reminded him.

“Yeah…that’s true….” Manson replied.

“Well, maybe that’s God punishing you for your actions…”

“Please John, I’m sure God has better things to do than give stomach pains to people who don’t believe in him….” Marilyn rolled his eyes.

“Brian, you ARE the Antichrist.” John stressed ‘are’.

“Yeah, well you’re an idiot, but that doesn’t seem to shut you up, now does it?” Marilyn was getting irritated. Pogo giggled.

Little by little, the pains became worse. It hurt a bit at first, then it started jumping up.
”S….something’s attacking me….!!!!” Manson tried to ignore it, but it was too strong. He screamed in anger and powered up, a gold aura surrounding him.

“Don’t let them do it!!” Twiggy yelled to him. “You’ve changed! You’re not that way anymore!! Noone has any claim over you!! Let go! The past is the past! Don’t let it overtake you!! Be innocent and pure!!”

Manson fell to his knees.

“How can you say that?!?!? I’m not……innocent!!!!” He yelled. The pain became worse, and it made him power up even further. A sharp pain surged through his body, like something, or someone was trying to get inside of him.

“Is there anything we can do?” Ginger asked.

“He struggles because his heart is impure…he has to choose himself…” Twiggy said. Marilyn powered up even further.

“Fight it!” Pogo called to him.

“I….I can’t!!!!!!!!!!” Manson yelled. “It’s…..too…strong….!!” He stopped moving for a minute. Everyone held their breath, hoping he wasn’t dead. Marilyn slowly pushed himself up, shaking.

“Are you okay?………” John took a few steps toward him, but Twiggy held him back.

“…..We’re too…..late…..” He choked out. Manson pulled himself up on the bed, weakly. The room suddenly got colder, until it was freezing.

Pogo started shivering.

“Wh……what happened?” He asked, trying to keep himself warm.

“I have the worst feeling about this…..but……..” Ginger’s voice trailed off. Twiggy knew what Ginger suspected had happened, but he kept his mouth shut.

“….Are you okay?….” Pogo went to help Manson. “No matter what happened, we’ll find a way to help you…” He said. Marilyn grabbed Pogo’s arm, gently. But soon, the pressure became greater. Pogo’s arm was going numb. He knew something was up. Marilyn had never hurt any of them intentionally. Pogo kept really still in case Manson had just grabbed a part of the bed or something. “W….what’s wrong?” Pogo decided to speak.

“……I….I won’t do it………….I won’t kill him….” Marilyn cursed under his breath and released his grip on the keyboardist. Pogo leaped back.

“He was going to kill me!!” Pogo thought to himself. Marilyn stood up, weakly.

“…..Guys….I…I’m not insane….believe me…..something is….inside of me…………” He said. “That’s probably….why I was sick…..my…..my Satanic beliefs have finally caught up to me…….hehehe….I hate to admit this, but…….I’m dead now…..I can’t survive this….” He spoke with a slight smirk on his face. Twiggy thought for a moment. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. He suddenly realized something.

“Oh…………my…….God…..no…..” He gasped.

“What?!?” All the band members looked at him.

“I…I think I finally understand now……….why Manson was sick, and why he’s not acting himself……”
”Why?”

“He………..He’s….been……POSSESSED!!!!!!!!!” Twiggy said. Pogo screamed like a girl, making Ginger crack up despite the gloomy situation at hand.

“Hey……I think I saw this on a movie before….” John laughed. “Yeah, come to think of it, I DID see this on a movie! What a coincidence!” John had everyone’s attention, but Manson’s.

“Well, what happened?” Twiggy asked.

“Ummmmmm…….” There was a long silence for a few minutes. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Then John said, “Ummm…..I really don’t remember….I didn’t get to see the rest of the movie.” Twiggy fell over.

“YOU IDIOT!! NOW WE’RE RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED!!” He yelled. “When did you stop watching it? We could get a lead based off of it.”

“Umm…..I don’t think we’d get any information……I only saw the first, like, 40 minutes, and it was stuff that’s already happened.” John said. Twiggy looked like he was going to burst.

“John…..you’re pissing me off……REALLY, REALLY bad…..” He said. “If you can’t help, keep your little trap shut….” Marilyn pulled himself up onto the bed and closed his eyes. He didn’t really know what that would accomplish, but he was running out of ideas and sort of desperate. Twiggy stood frozen with shock.

“He’s supposed to be possessed, right? But he’s acting like it’s your everyday walk in the park?!? What is going on here? I feel like I’m in the twilight zone or something….this is…..unreal….”  Twiggy thought.
”S…..Should we stay in here in case he wakes up, or should we leave?” Ginger asked. Twiggy’s mind was racing with hundreds of thoughts. He heard Ginger, but he couldn’t form the thought to reply.

“I think we should stay……you never know what might happen…” Pogo said. Ginger and the others sat down, while Twiggy went to call Trent. It was dead silence. Noone dared even whisper, fearful of what Manson might do if he woke up. In a few minutes, Trent was up in the room.

“Yo….you okay???” He asked Manson.

“…….No……I’m not even myself…..” Marilyn turned over and tried not to face anyone. “Trent…I…I think you’d better run for it…..”
”Huh?!” Trent looked down at him. “What’re you talkin’ about?”
”……..If whatever’s inside of me decides to make a move, it’ll get you first…..I don’t want you to get hurt…..even if it’s not……..my fault…..I don’t know how much control over this thing I have……but it’s obviously stronger than me…….I’m….really sorry…….” Manson spoke. Trent looked like he was going to cry, but he kept his composure.

“….What happened? Do you remember anything?” He asked.

“All….I remember is…..that I couldn’t contend with this….thing’s power……that’s all I know….” Marilyn said.

“………….Oh…..I see……so, you…..don’t remember anything else?…”

Manson shook his head. “Okay……..that’s alright….Do you want me to stay here with you?”

“No…I don’t want you to get hurt…”
”Hmph…..but he’d let all of us get hurt, huh?OWWWWWW!!!!” Pogo whined, before getting slapped by Twiggy.

“Shut your hole….” He snapped.

 

The next day…..

 

Trent sighed and sat next to his friend and neighbor, Tapion.

“So, how’s your friend?” Tapion asked.
”Not too good….” Trent got up and got himself something to drink. “You want a drink?”
”No…I don’t drink….” Tapion said. “Or smoke….”
”You don’t drink, you don’t smoke, what are you, a priest?” Trent laughed, half-jokingly.

“Well….erm….um….yes….” Tapion blushed.  Trent stared at him for a few seconds.

“I….I think you could help me….” Trent said, smiling.

“How?”
”Well, you know my friend I keep going on about?” He asked. Tapion nodded. “I think he might need your help…..”
”What do you mean? Everything you’ve told me about him really doesn’t do much good…………Trent….are you suggesting…..that I tried an exorcism???”

Trent nodded. “Y…You can’t be serious….I would need to get permission from the high priest…and I don’t even know how to do those!”

“Please….you’re the only person I know who can help…..” Trent pleaded.

“Just outta curiousity, who is this guy?” Tapion asked.

“It’s umm……Marilyn Manson…..” Trent blushed, knowing he shouldn’t have said that.

“WHAT?!?!?!” Tapion jumped up in shock.

“I knew you wouldn’t accept…” He said.

“He blatantly opposes God like noone I’ve ever seen before…”

“WHO CARES??!! I thought you people were supposed to help others! No matter who they are! Right now, Marilyn Manson is not thinking about being a Satanist or an anti-god! He’s wondering why everyone he knows is letting him die!” Trent said. Tapion stood in silence. “I…….I’m sorry….I shouldn’t have……done that….it’s just that I really care for him……” Trent turned around and hung his head. Tapion thought for a minute. He didn’t want to rush an important decision.

“Trent…if you want him to go through with this, I can go ask the high priest if he’ll let me and another colleague of mine perform the exorcism. But if it’s rejected, don’t feel too bad.” He said, smiling.

“Y….You mean it?!” Trent grinned.

 

A few days later…..

 

Trent walked into Manson’s room and kneeled next to him.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked. Marilyn turned his head so he wouldn’t face Trent.
”No…..but I’m still alive…but I’d be better off dead…” He said. Trent tried to cheer him up.

“Hey….you know I got someone to help you get better…..but….you might not like it….” Trent told him.

“I’ll take all the help I can get…….”
”Well,…..it’s from a priest…and…um….knowing you….I just….well,…..um….” Trent said.

“I don’t care………I’ll take help from anyone…….” Manson replied. Tapion and his colleague, Kibito, ran up the stairs.

“Trent, we’re approved!” Tapion smiled. “Oh, is this Marilyn?” He asked. Trent nodded. Tapion walked to the side of the bed, while Kibito recited a prayer.

“This may hurt a bit…..” Tapion told Manson, who just flinched. The prayer was supposed to bring out the demon inside Manson, but it didn’t do anything.

“Ummm……okay, I’ve come prepared for this.” Tapion smirked. He moved to the back of the room and charged up a ki/spirit attack. Marilyn flinched a bit. Pogo, Twiggy, John and Ginger finally came up into the room.

“Cool, what did we miss?” Pogo asked, before Ginger pulled him back. Tapion unleashed his beam on Manson.

“Oh shit….” Marilyn said before it hit him, draining his strength, but failing to release the demon inside of him. Manson collapsed onto the bed.

“Did it work?” Ginger asked.

“N….No….I don’t think so….” Tapion gasped. That attack took all of his energy to perform. A surging pain seized control of Manson’s body. He screamed out in pain as it ripped through him.

“This just gets weirder and weirder…..” Ginger commented.

“What’s happening to him? Is another demon trying to get inside of him?” Twiggy asked.

“Worse………..the one inside him now is trying to get out……..maybe to find another host…..or…………” Kibito said. Manson powered up.
”I don’t……..need your fucking God to help me………..!!!!” He yelled, a glowing aura pulsating around him.

“Stop being so damn proud!! You’re going to have to get rid of your Satanic feelings and accept the help!!!” Twiggy called to him. Marilyn powered up even further.

“I don’t need……to be saved……by some God…….!! I can…..save myself…..!!!!!!” Manson said. Twiggy powered up out of anger.

“THEN FUCKING DO IT AND STOP WASTING OUR TIME!!” He yelled and fired a ki blast at Manson. It bounced off his aura and hit Twiggy, sending him flying. Twiggy flew back to him and shot out hundreds more energy blasts, none of which hit Manson, but Twiggy didn’t care.

“STOP IT!!” John yelled to Twiggy. After struggling with the power for a few minutes, Marilyn fell to the ground.
”Shit…..now I know what….labor feels like….” He smirked.
”Ohmygod….. ohmygod……….” Pogo gasped.

“Whazzamatter?” Manson asked and looked up. “What the hell?” He cursed and nearly leaped to the back of the room. There, in the middle of the room, stood a demon, fully immmortalized.

“H…….How did this happen? It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this! I should have forseen this! It’s all my fault!!” Tapion cried.

“HahahaHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Surprised to see me? I am Deimos………” The demon spoke. Marilyn powered up, but before he could make a move, Deimos smirked. “Going to use the KameHameHa Wave, eh?” Marilyn froze in his tracks.

“H…How did you know?” He asked, even though he already knew.

“I can read your mind, my friend. Or should I say, Brian Warner?” Deimos spoke. On every word, Manson wanted to punch a hole through the demon’s skull.

“He can read my mind!? What am I supposed to do now?” Marilyn thought. Even though he was usually a fearless person, Manson was shaking inside.

“I can see everything in your mind. Your hopes, your dreams, your memories, even your fears. And, I know that you fear me……” The demon spoke with such confidence, scaring even Manson. Marilyn clenched his fists and ran at Deimos with a punch. Before his fist was even within five feet of Deimos, the demon calmly moved out of the way. Manson fell down, but picked himself up promptly.

“Shit…..he really CAN read my mind…..How can I beat someone who knows what I’m thinking about doing next?” Marilyn thought. “Oh well, I might as well try…” He flew at Deimos with a kick. It was blocked and he was hit with a punch in the face. He hit the floor and landed on his head. “Fucker…..that hurt…..” Manson cursed. “I think I broke my neck.” He rolled his head around, snapping his neck back into place. Trent and the others cringed.

“That HAD to hurt.” Pogo commented. Marilyn stood up.

“What do I do now?………….If he can read my thoughts…….I can’t attack him…..I’ll have to not think about what I’m gonna do and just do it….” Manson thought. He smirked. “Hey, Deimos…..Can you read anyone else’s thoughts besides mine?” He asked.

“Sadly, no…..but you’re all I need….” The demon laughed. Marilyn flew over to Trent.

“You mind helping me? All you have to do is give him hell…..” Manson said.

“Then why bother?” Trent asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’ll attack him and then you smash him from behind! No matter if he can read my thoughts, yours he can’t read!” Marilyn smiled.

“I can’t believe we have to go through all of this for that piece of trash!!” Trent commented and flew behind Manson to where Deimos was.

“Let’s GO!!!” Manson yelled, and flew at Deimos with a punch. The demon caught his fist in his hand. Trent was too petrified to move. Marilyn gave him ‘the look.’ Trent leaped at Deimos with a kick from behind. The monster dropped Manson and went flying out the (convienently) opened window. Tapion, Kibito, Twiggy, Pogo, John and Ginger followed the fighters out.
”KAMEHAME…….HA!!!” Trent shot out an energy beam at Deimos as he flew out the window. The demon turned around and blocked it. Marilyn flew up behind him and smashed him in the back, making Deimos drop his defense and lash a kick out at Manson. The shockrocker ducked, grabbed Deimos’ leg, and kicked him across the face. Deimos flew away from them and landed on the ground. The demon leaped at Trent with a punch. He dodged it, but was met with an uppercut that sent him crashing to the ground. Deimos flew up into the air and landed on Trent, full-force. Marilyn watched this display with fear and anger. He clenched his fists.

“I won’t let him……..do that to Trent…………….” Manson said. The demon picked up Trent’s motionless body and threw it aside.
”That was about as boring as it gets, but at least I had a little fun.” Deimos laughed. Marilyn glared at the demon. A yellow aura began to form around Manson’s arm.

“Stop it……” He choked out. Deimos smirked. “I SAID STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Marilyn yelled and flew at Deimos with a punch in the face. Manson gave him no time to recover, and hit him a few times in the stomach. He hit him with and uppercut, then jumped back and fired off thousands of ki blasts.
”Unreal? How is he generating so much power?” Twiggy asked as he watched Manson fight.
”FINAL FLASH!!!!!!!” Marilyn shot out a beam at Deimos, sending him flying. Manson caught up with the demon’s flight path and slammed him in the back, then picked him up by the arm and threw him to the ground. Deimos got to his feet as Manson threw a punch and shot out a ki blast at him, throwing him back a few yards. Marilyn staggered to his feet. A drop of blood appeared on Manson’s forehead and slowly dripped down his face. He licked it off when it trickled down his lips.

“Hehehe…..You almost got me there..” Deimos smirked. “I actually thought you might have beaten me…”

“I am not afraid to die in the defense of my friends or my life. As long as your ambitions endanger the lives of innocent human beings, my intentions are justified.” Marilyn said. Deimos seemed amused.

“You aren’t innocent. That is why I picked you….” He said. Marilyn flew at him with a kick. The demon blocked it and hit him over the head with his elbow. He kicked him up into the air and hit Manson in the face with his knee. Marilyn tried to counter each attack but his speed was unmatched. “You’re too slow! I can see everything!” Deimos laughed, before pounding Manson in the face with a punch. Marilyn hit the ground and picked himself up slowly.

“I……I am…..the Antichrist……I…I won’t….” He breathed, walking slowly to Deimos.

“HAHAHA!! You still have the strength left to talk trash!?” The demon laughed.

“I WON’T LET YOU BEAT ME!!!!!!!” Manson screamed as he flew toward Deimos with a punch. Deimos jumped over Manson as he drew nearer and slammed his leg into Manson’s ribcage. Marilyn skidded across the ground and didn’t move.
”Don’t tell me you’re hurt! You didn’t have any bones there to break! Hahahahaha!!!” Deimos laughed. Marilyn clenched his fists and tried to get up, but couldn’t. Trent and Twiggy ran to his side.

“Brian? Are you okay?” Twiggy asked.

“Yeah…….I think….” Marilyn coughed up some blood. “Help me up…..Trent….” He smiled. Trent did as he was told.
”Wh…..what are you planning to do?” He asked Manson. Marilyn smiled at him.

“Jeordie…….could you give us a moment?” Manson hinted. Twiggy flew back to where the rest of the band was, leaving Trent and Marilyn alone on the battlefield, with Deimos waiting for Manson to attack him. “Trent….I…..I really wish I didn’t have to tell you this so soon, but…………you were the best friend I ever had…..you cared so much about me, and you were always there to build me up, when others wanted to pull me down…..I…..I love you….” Marilyn pulled him into an awkward hug.

“Oh…no…..” Trent’s eyes started to water up. “Please…..there must be another way……” He said. Marilyn looked at him.

“I’m sorry I was so selfish……I never returned the love you gave me….although I tried…..it just wasn’t enough……” Manson told him.

“Don’t do it! Please!!” Trent cried.

“Hey….I’m really proud of you….even though you’re my mentor….” He smirked.

“No….I’m proud of you…..” Trent smiled, half-crying. Marilyn put his hand on Trent’s shoulder.

“Goodbye, Trent……” Manson said, before vanishing and reappearing before Deimos. With a final scream of pain and angst, he powered up for the last time, with an aura more powerful than he had ever been before. He tore the battlefield apart with his power, shredding Deimos with his energy, also. All Twiggy, Tapion, Kibito, Trent, Pogo, John and Ginger could do was watch helplessly as the most powerful warrior in the universe vanished from existance. Minutes later, the enviroment was serene. Trent fell to his knees and started crying.

“DAMMIT!!!” He cursed. Trent powered up and slammed his fists into the ground, making some of it cave in. Twiggy walked to him and kneeled next to him.

“That’s it…..cry….let it out…” He smiled compassionately.
”It’s all my fault……….Brian didn’t have to do that………..Why? Why him? He was so pure….yet so evil……………” Trent sobbed.
”Brian was a compassionate person, who put others’ lives before his own. It was because of his selflessness that if he died, he would have been able to go into Heaven. But, later, he became the Antichrist, and lost most of his compassionate past. As a result, he lost his purity. That is why he was possessed.” Twiggy explained.

“I know……but he meant everything to me………everything……this just isn’t fair……” Trent said. Twiggy put his hand on Trent’s shoulder.

 

Later that night…..

 

Trent stood out in the rain on top of a cliff, where he and Marilyn had spent many happy days training together. He powered up in his anger and slowly released it. Trent thought about what had happened that day.

“Brian, your pride caused you to lose many things, including your own sanity, but I still respect you. You put my life before your own. It took a lot of courage to do what you did, and I respect that. I know, because I was once like you. But we both changed. You were so cold, tough and hard like a rock, but inside, you cared deeply about your friends. I know how you feel, and I will always love you…….Goodbye, my friend…” Trent smiled as he opened his eyes to see the rain clear up.

 

A/N: Like it? Hate it? Review! Also, review with your guesses as to the movie this was based off of! ‘Till next fic, jya matta ashita!