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Chapter Nine
"Get off of me, Eli!!!" Scooter yelled, as the demon hugged him tightly. Eli seemed to be out of very badly just then. He just wished he would put him down, so he wouldn't get hurt. He could already start to feel a few of his stitches popping out again.
Eli started to hum, some nonseical lullaby to Scooter. He was obviously stuck in his memories of when Scooter was merely a baby, and he was the original owner of that theatre.
"Little baby, please hush as I hold you tight, for I love you so much, I'll never let you go.....and I wish no harm upon yourself, as you grow into the man I know...just love and let go, live and thrive, as I watch your soul from way up high.....just know your Uncle and Mother are safe, as we watch and we wait, for well good times..." Eli sang discorandily to Scooter, who just stopped struggling finally. He had figured, just let him finish, and then maybe he put him down, and he could away from him.
Eli dropped to his knees on the floor, still holding Scooter tightly to him, he started to sob. He laid the gofer down onto the floor, and just sobbed on his chest. Scooter was going to move, but....it just didn't seem right to him.
"Uh....there there...it'll...be okay, Eli." He patted Eli's head, feeling very out of place just then. He watched as the demon broke down, although....he had tried to take his soul before....and he had tried to kill Beauregard and Robin eariler. Somehow, Scooter felt some pity for him. It seemed the demon finally felt the weight of what he had done to them.
Eli stood up again, and gently placed Scooter back in his wheelchair, and wheeled him out into the living room, slowly. His wounds were taking him over, he could feel his was probably dying he figured. He looked around for a moment at the silent living room.
"...I'll be leaving now." He said somberly. Starting for the door, he limped slowly. Sadie stood in front of the door, glaring.
"Where are you going now?" She was ready to hurt him again.
"Back to the theatre, I intend to make amends, my dear." He replied softly, his eyes towards the floor. He shuffled slow, hoping she would move, letting him pass, he didn't feel like hurting anyone anymore.
"...You aren't going to hurt Deadly and Eleanor are you? What do you intend to do?"
He looked at her, his red eyes now a pale blue. He had no fangs when he smiled softly. No claw-like fingernails. No tail. He was stripped of his demonic presense. Death had stripped him clean of all of his powers. He was merely a man now, wishing to make right the wrongs he had done.
Sadie looked at him. Then she smiled. Quite an odd look he figured. "I'll wake up Kermit, then we'll go together."
He merely nodded, as Sadie went to wake up Kermit and a few of the others. Kermit walked outside, and yelled for whoever outside to follow them, they were going to the theatre again.
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"Man...you fight hard, Skeet." Clifford remarked to Skeeter as they walked inside the theatre. His ribs hurt and so did his legs.
"Sorry. Just too much pent up anger..." Skeeter smiled at Clifford, they followed the rest inside the theatre, and glanced around. It looked better then it was before.
"Deadly? Have you two done all of this?" Kermit pondered out loud, not seeing either of the ghouls around for the second.
Eleanor was the only one sitting on the stage, smiling. She beckoned them with her hand, no words said. She pointed to the backstage area, where Deadly and Death were arguing, with Life beside them, trying to break the fuss up.
"You will punish that boy to the fullest extent, Death!" Deadly shouted back at Death.
"FOR WHAT I'VE DONE TO THE BOY, HE'S DESERVED ENOUGH, DEADLY."
"He deserves more then what you've done. He deserves eternal heck for all I care."
"HE MAY HAVE BEEN ACTING AGAINST MY WISHES, BUT HE IS STILL MY SON. I CANNOT PUNISH HIM ANYMORE THEN I ALREADY HAVE."
"Well, then. Will you go ahead and tell me what you've done to him!! Two hours of fussing and you've never told me what you've DONE!!"
Death looked out over the stage. He saw the muppets, and Eli standing there, beside Eleanor. Beneath his hood you could see a hint of an evil, cruel smile.
"I'VE RELNQUISHED HIS RIGHT TO IMMORTALITY. WHEN HE DIES....HIS SOUL IS MINE."
Eli stood back, hearing that. He figured his Father had merely given him the ability to feel pain and emotion. Because before, other then anger it seemed, he felt nothing. He never cared before, memories of terrible things he had done never bothered him. He had wondered for so long, was he merely this cold and cruel? Or was it because his Father had graciously kept those emotions out of his grasp?
Death smiled, looking at his son.
"LIKE I SAID BEFORE. IF YOU TRIED TO TAKE ANOTHER SOUL....I WOULD HAVE YOURS."
"Get off of me, Eli!!!" Scooter yelled, as the demon hugged him tightly. Eli seemed to be out of very badly just then. He just wished he would put him down, so he wouldn't get hurt. He could already start to feel a few of his stitches popping out again.
Eli started to hum, some nonseical lullaby to Scooter. He was obviously stuck in his memories of when Scooter was merely a baby, and he was the original owner of that theatre.
"Little baby, please hush as I hold you tight, for I love you so much, I'll never let you go.....and I wish no harm upon yourself, as you grow into the man I know...just love and let go, live and thrive, as I watch your soul from way up high.....just know your Uncle and Mother are safe, as we watch and we wait, for well good times..." Eli sang discorandily to Scooter, who just stopped struggling finally. He had figured, just let him finish, and then maybe he put him down, and he could away from him.
Eli dropped to his knees on the floor, still holding Scooter tightly to him, he started to sob. He laid the gofer down onto the floor, and just sobbed on his chest. Scooter was going to move, but....it just didn't seem right to him.
"Uh....there there...it'll...be okay, Eli." He patted Eli's head, feeling very out of place just then. He watched as the demon broke down, although....he had tried to take his soul before....and he had tried to kill Beauregard and Robin eariler. Somehow, Scooter felt some pity for him. It seemed the demon finally felt the weight of what he had done to them.
Eli stood up again, and gently placed Scooter back in his wheelchair, and wheeled him out into the living room, slowly. His wounds were taking him over, he could feel his was probably dying he figured. He looked around for a moment at the silent living room.
"...I'll be leaving now." He said somberly. Starting for the door, he limped slowly. Sadie stood in front of the door, glaring.
"Where are you going now?" She was ready to hurt him again.
"Back to the theatre, I intend to make amends, my dear." He replied softly, his eyes towards the floor. He shuffled slow, hoping she would move, letting him pass, he didn't feel like hurting anyone anymore.
"...You aren't going to hurt Deadly and Eleanor are you? What do you intend to do?"
He looked at her, his red eyes now a pale blue. He had no fangs when he smiled softly. No claw-like fingernails. No tail. He was stripped of his demonic presense. Death had stripped him clean of all of his powers. He was merely a man now, wishing to make right the wrongs he had done.
Sadie looked at him. Then she smiled. Quite an odd look he figured. "I'll wake up Kermit, then we'll go together."
He merely nodded, as Sadie went to wake up Kermit and a few of the others. Kermit walked outside, and yelled for whoever outside to follow them, they were going to the theatre again.
----------
"Man...you fight hard, Skeet." Clifford remarked to Skeeter as they walked inside the theatre. His ribs hurt and so did his legs.
"Sorry. Just too much pent up anger..." Skeeter smiled at Clifford, they followed the rest inside the theatre, and glanced around. It looked better then it was before.
"Deadly? Have you two done all of this?" Kermit pondered out loud, not seeing either of the ghouls around for the second.
Eleanor was the only one sitting on the stage, smiling. She beckoned them with her hand, no words said. She pointed to the backstage area, where Deadly and Death were arguing, with Life beside them, trying to break the fuss up.
"You will punish that boy to the fullest extent, Death!" Deadly shouted back at Death.
"FOR WHAT I'VE DONE TO THE BOY, HE'S DESERVED ENOUGH, DEADLY."
"He deserves more then what you've done. He deserves eternal heck for all I care."
"HE MAY HAVE BEEN ACTING AGAINST MY WISHES, BUT HE IS STILL MY SON. I CANNOT PUNISH HIM ANYMORE THEN I ALREADY HAVE."
"Well, then. Will you go ahead and tell me what you've done to him!! Two hours of fussing and you've never told me what you've DONE!!"
Death looked out over the stage. He saw the muppets, and Eli standing there, beside Eleanor. Beneath his hood you could see a hint of an evil, cruel smile.
"I'VE RELNQUISHED HIS RIGHT TO IMMORTALITY. WHEN HE DIES....HIS SOUL IS MINE."
Eli stood back, hearing that. He figured his Father had merely given him the ability to feel pain and emotion. Because before, other then anger it seemed, he felt nothing. He never cared before, memories of terrible things he had done never bothered him. He had wondered for so long, was he merely this cold and cruel? Or was it because his Father had graciously kept those emotions out of his grasp?
Death smiled, looking at his son.
"LIKE I SAID BEFORE. IF YOU TRIED TO TAKE ANOTHER SOUL....I WOULD HAVE YOURS."
