Author: 2Face's Number 1 Fan PM
When Jobs finally thinks that his new life is perfect, things start to happen. Trust me, this story isn't supossed to be funny or dumb. It's dead serious and COULD happen to the remaining 8 Remnants, so be serious, review, and please be fair.Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Spiritual - Chapters: 4 - Words: 10,769 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 11-20-06 - Published: 10-21-06 - Status: Complete - id: 3208025
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The Last Words
Jobs was happy in this new, Regreened world. He was happy to have his own children, glad that his little brother was alive and well, overjoyed that the closest of his friends had pulled through the adventures they had, and was thrilled to still be alive. He was currently watching over his daughters, Tate and Lumina, playing "Rock, Paper, Scissors", which was the game he had just taught them from so long ago. Echo was smiling as she sat next to him in the living room, also watching their kids have fun and games, living forever more happy, carefree lives,
They had NO idea.
I am so glad for my new family, Jobs said happily in his head. I can't wait untill their old enough to hear my stories, my adventures. I will tell them the way of life.
I know one day, that my daughters might have some adventure, and their life would be not-so-perfet as they get older. Remember Jobs, nothing lasts forever. Jobs thought less happily, letting his memories overwhelm him for a minute.
"Oh, they haven't seen anything yet..." A sinister, bloodthirsty voice cackled in his head. Jobs whipped around, terrified, wondering if he was delusional. He gulped. WHAT was THAT? That voice... it was someone he knew. A boy. Evil. Cocky. Back-stabbing. Just plain untrustworthy.
What was that kid's name?
Yam? Yukki? No. It was Yago. How could he forget? Yago, Yago, Yago. The one whom he had been tricked by. The one who Jobs had clearly underestimated. The one who called himself a great person. The enemy of Remnants. So many words, sentences adjectives for him. Jerk.
And now, his ghost was haunting him? What was that about? Did Yago want something? Was he threatening him? Jobs was worried sick. Yago was talking about HIS daughters, one of the best things in his long life. Maybe Jobs was crazy. Who knew?
All's I need to know is that I've GOT to see Sanchez, now, and fast. Jobs thought nervously. He excused himself from Echo and his daughters, and raced for the door.
"So, what do I need to do?" Jobs said briskly. He was in Violet's and Sanchez's house, apologizing for bursting in in the middle of their evening meal. Sanchez had said it was okay, and said that this was a very serious matter.
"That was not Yago's voice, however it may have sounded. It was not, because ghost who summon humans do not use their real voices. They try to blame it on someone else. J'ou never heard this before?" Sanchez was rambling, "J'ou must take actions immediatley. It was a threat. J'ou must go to the world your fellow dead Remnants have gone to. J'ou have a great decision to make. Also, choose three friends to go with you. It is not safe. To do this, j'ou must go through another, simpler ritual."
"Whoa. Slow down, Sanchez," Violet was saying, putting a hand on her husband's shoulder. "You are saying that if Jobs goes through this riual, he will end up in a wacko spirit world for Remnants and has to take three friends?" She turned to see Sanchez nod, then proceded. "Well Jobs, I think you shold go to solve this once and for all. I mean, if it's not Yago's Ghost, then who? We don't know. Who knows what will happen to your babies if you don't go? So, for the sake of your children Jobs, count me in. That is, if you are willing to go." Violet gave Jobs a serious look.
"I have the feeling the Remnant we're dealing with isn't all that friendly. I mean, there is a possibility there was more than one ghost threatening me. I have to go, no matter what takes. We're going to see what Ghosty wants with me, once and for all."
The Last Word Ritual wa sbeginning to take effect The chants and conductions were performed by Sanchez. Eventually, with a few encouraging gestures, Mo'Steel, Jobs, Violet, and Edward took up the cry. Those four people were going. With determination. With anger. With curiosity. They wer visiting a new world for 48 hours, to find the ghost that summoned them, before the Remnant ghost got angry.
Which Remnant could it be? One of them is holding a grudge against me! What did I do to a once-living Remnant? I feel so vulnerable. So hated! I feel awful, even though I didn't do anything. Probably.
The chosen four rose from the grassy ground, Sanchez waving up at them. Mo'Steel whooped. Edward said 'WHOA!'. Violet grunted with determination. Jobs just pursed his lips and hoped for the best. Suddenly, a large BOOM! And they were surrounded in a baby blue colored glow. They weren't blinded by the color, because they could see themselves and each other.
They saw memories from before the Regreening. They saw things that they loved, hated, and they even saw events that they weren't even present for.
Mo'Steel saw as Yago was being shot with flechettes by One Divine Mountain, one of the Meanies that was long gone. Mo'Steel hadn't been there!
Violet stood and veiwed the nasty sight of 2Face almost giving her life up for Billy. 2Face crying out, tears of blood spilling down her half melted cheek, and falling to the ground, whimpering in the pain of being hurt by Charlie's ugly quills. Violet hadn't been there to see that, either. She almost ran to help her former female foe, but realized it was just a non-experienced memory.
So it went.
Finally, the torture of gory non-seen or remembered images was over. They found themselves in an oversized gray room. The wall was made out of concrete. Seven oversized chairs placed in the middle. In rows.
"Everybody okay?" Jobs finally said. "We have up to 48 hours in this place. Remember, if anyone wants to turn back, or if there is danger, we join hands and recite The Chant. Then we will be back in a flash."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Edward said cockily. "The only danger here is to be careful not to bump your head on the wall." Edward, now sixteen, was getting that new cocky air about him, as any kid in their late teens would.
"Hello, there, Eddy," A voice echoed from nowhere. This was not the same voice, Jobs realized. It was a feminine voice. Edward flinched as something invisible grabbed his cheeks and squeezed.
"Hey! What are you doing, Ghosty?" Mo'Steel yelled. "Dont make us put the hurt on ya, so, you better not mess with my boy Jobs or his little bro!" Mo'Steel yelped as he felt his ears being pulled in opposite directions, by that someone again. What was that?
"I wasn't talking to you. So mind your own ,you overgrown ugly monkey. So shut that hideous hole under your nose." The voice said nonchalantly.
Jobs knew this fem's voice, but he wasn't quite sure which one it was. Suddenly, three figures appeared. One human ghostly figure was an older, black and white version of Yago. Ghost Yago was standing in the corner. Ghost Anamull was standing in another corner, frowning, arms crossed. Ghost Amamull looked about twenty-eight years old. He was bigger than ever. The last female ghost was a twenty-four year old version of 2Face. She was the one who had pinched Edward's cheeks and had spoken first when they had gotten there.
Ghost 2Face was weird. Well, not really. Just weirdly super attractive. Her face had been redone, just as she had dreamed of. Not 2Face anymore!
"Um... uh, well, heh...2Face..." Edward stammered, not beliving his eyes. Forget about Grost! Essie was back. For sure. Edward whistled, Jobs glared at him.
Jobs sighed. THIS WAS NOT going so well. With Yago there, Anamull bigger, 2Face beautiful. Maybe that last thought wasn't SO bad... But... Jobs suddenly felt judgemental, concited, and rotten. He realized, if he had accepted 2Face as a normal kid, maybe that would have solved half of their troubles. Maybe 2Face wouldn't have died in the first place if maybe Jobs could have liked her a bit more, and made a place in the Normal Section for her to sit. 2Face was beautiful now, yet the image to Jobs and the others was so sad. It was all their faults.
"2Face...I...We're..." Violet was crying. She couldn't understand why. Maybe it was because the way they had talked to her, the way they had treated her. The way they blamed her, used her, yelled at her, disrespected her. Distrusted her. If 2Face were to have a little more trust gained by her friends, she wouldn't have turned out so cold. Violet was desperatley guiltly. She knew that there was no one else to blame but the world and all who inhabit it.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" 2Face said softly, "And please, call me Essie." Then Jobs gulped. Mo'Steel made an 'I'm Sorry' look. Violet fell to her knees, at 2Face's ghostly feet, and sobbed. Edward raised his eyebrows, and smoothed back his hair. It was clear he wanted attention from Ghost 2Face, his new crush.
"Now, sit down." 2Face said firmly. "Stop crying. I summoned you here to tell you about the previous damage that has been done to me. I want to tell you how I feel." 2Face sounded like a guest on an emotional talk show. "I really wanted to just exchange apologies with you, is all."
"...NOT! Do you really think we really want you weepy little termites crying at our feet and shaking hands? Not...a...chance." 2Face stood firm. Jobs noticed there was some sort of probe stuck to the back of her head. It was modern technology back in 2011. It kept a person who has lost their mind from going completley out of control.
"Yeah, you dopes are in trouble now!" Another familiar form appeared. It was Kubrick's form! Only, Kubrick was a good looking dude, Jobs realized. He wasn't a see through boy. He was just the ghost of a normal boy.
"You...you are all dead! All four of you ghosts' are dead! Long time dead! We're not going to feel sorry for you, especially you, 2Face. And there is no way we're going to sit around in this stupid ugly police lineup!" Mo'Steel cried, drawing his boomerang.
"Thats O.K..." 2Face chirped in a sickly-sweet ghost voice. Then the other ghosts disappeared from sight. They were fakes! "I really don't care what you think. Because in this world, it doesn't matter anymore." 2Face continued sadly. Her eyes had that familiar sarcastic look.
"What...what are you going to do with us?" Violet stammered, wiping the last of her tears away. "I really don't want to become ghost food. So, can you please just...excuse us and we'll be on our way now..." Violet grabbed Edward's hand with her right and Mo'Steel's hand with her left hand.
"Wait a sec, " Jobs whispered. He pulled his hand from Mo'Steel's. "I want to know why you threatened my daughters. I want to know what that was about. I don't care if Mo'Steel, Violet and Edward, if you want to leave me here, but I want to know why... Why did you have to say it? If I can help you at all, just say it. Just please leave Earth alone."
"Because. I wanted to. You all broke my heart. You destroyed me, slowly, softly yet painfully. My new face shows you how it feels." 2Face/Essence grinned. "You should be sorry. I never killed anyone. I never hurt anyone. I need to give you -Earth- a warning that tells you that if the other villan Remnants and I hadn't played our part, you'd all be dead. D-E-A-D. Dead."
"So, what do you want from us?" Jobs stared at her, eyeing the ghost carefully in the dark gloomy room. He realized that the other three Remnants that he had taken with them were sitting down. Jobs wasn't going to sit down untill he knew what this was all about.
"I want revenge." 2Face/Essence growled, her expression hardening. "I've decided to have some fun here. This is just a small price you have to pay." Then, she raised her arms (she was dressed in all black) and casted something apon the four of the them. They were forced to sit down in a chair, and were tied to chains. They all screamed as she cackled and something appeared floating in front of her. It was one of the Marauders! Nesia!
Where did she get one of our own from?! Jobs thought wildly, squirming in his chair. He just watched as Nesia whimered and screamed in disbelif.
"Let me go! J'ou will pay for this! Wait...no I meant... Let me go! I'm sorry for all of the trouble I caused j'ou, 2Face! Just don't hurt me! Kill them!" Nesia shreiked, pointing at Jobs and the others.
"Not good enough." 2Face growled. Then, as the four Remnants squeezed their eyes shut, sheilding them from veiw of the Marauder's torture, 2Face ran her ghostly finger down the middle of Nesia's face...
Jobs could hear Nesia's screams and shouts...
Finally, the torture ended. Maybe. Jobs opened his eyes nervously. Ghost 2Face/Essence was cackling. Nesia had now passed out. Nesia was alive, still breathing, but she had blacked out. Edward, Mo'Steel, and Violet all opened their eyes. And screamed. Jobs was screaming too, at the horrifying damage that had been done to poor Nesia.
Poor Nesia's skin was now entirely made out of melted flesh. It was a spell. A torture spell. It was not only torture for Nesia, but for Jobs and his companions, too.
"Ha ha haa!" 2Face/Essence giggled like a child who had just played a practical joke on another kid. "I have to admit, that's GOTTA hurt!" 2Face smiled. "Who's the freak, now?'
"Why are you doing this!? This could kill someone! I can't belive you, you little mean monster!" Violet screeched. With that, she squeezed her hand out of the chains that bound her to the metal chair. She grabbed Mo'Steel's now free hand. They did this untill they had all joined hands, and Jobs had grabbed the now burnt-but-breathing Nesia, they all recited the chant that Sanchez had taught them.
In a flash they were home, gasping, crying feeling guilt, sorrow, and loss. Everyone was there. Nesia tried to wake up, but the pain was too much for her too handle, so she fell back asleep. The torture spell would never wear off.
"NESIA! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" Curia cried, and ran over to remove her. Yorka helped take her burned body to the hospital, back in the small village.
Jobs looked at the three friends he had brought with him. They were all staring at him horrified, haunted, grateful to be alive.
Jobs heard that ghostly laughter again...
He knew that the ghost was still out there, somwhere, wanting to kill him, hurt his daughters, melt him down to ash.
She was coming back. 2Face's Ghost, that is. And SOON.