Chapter Sixteen
It was quiet in the old theatre. The lights were dimmed, and it was relatively empty. Only Uncle Deadly, and the sounds of the night were around. A few old bats, however, were flying around the attic; but then...even they were gone. Gone to catch their midnight dinner. Deadly was muttering, walking around the backstage area, holding his old, battered copy of 'Hamlet' in his clawed hands. He was looking at it every now and again, reciting random lines out of it.
"I wish that frog would do some real Shakespere in this theatre. I dreadfully miss the wonderful plays of the bard." He said to himself, as he sat down in a chair backstage. He was deep in thought, when the back door flung open suddenly. "Who is there!?!" He yelled, bolting up to his feet.
"Just an old friend, you spook. I need some answers." A silky voice said from the alleyway, as they walked inside from the nipping cold.
"How do you know where this place is? And I am not your 'old friend'. Tell me who you are, or I will drive you out of this place." Deadly said with a sneer, as his upper lip curled on his brow. He was ready to fight, if need be. He felt the person's presence, and he wasn't pleased by it one bit.
"You're a fool, Deadly Devonshire. You do not remember your old partner?" The man said, as he gingerly took off his black hat, then slipped off his blackened trench coat. He was a tall man, with jet black hair, a sharp business suit on. Another man was behind him, dressed in a military fatigue, with his heavy boots clunking on the floor. "I need some answers, and you will tell me all that you know."
"Eli." Deadly said, as he slammed his book on the desk beside him. The military man laughed, and made a face at Deadly from behind Eli. "You brought that spectral abombanation with you as well? You will leave at once. You have NO place to be here in my theatre!!" He yelled, as he made his way towards the two men. The military man suddenly whipped out a semi-automatic gun and pointed it directly at Uncle Deadly's chest, obvilous to the fact that Deadly was a ghost as he was.
Eli turned to the military man, and sighed; putting his hand over his eyes for a moment. "Steve." The man didn't budge, a crazed grin on his face, as he cocked the gun about to shoot. "STEVE!! He's DEAD! The most that'll do is rip the decaying flesh off of his bones! It will NOT stop him at all! Put that thing away!"
Steve frowned, then decocked the gun, and slipped it back into it's holder. He then went and stood by the door, watching them both closely. He coughed slightly, then ducked outside to watch out there. Eli smiled at Deadly, and walked over; grabbing a chair to sit in.
"My dear old friend." He stated, smirking softly. He pulled out a slim silver cigarette case, and pulled one out. "Care for one?" He offered. Deadly waved it away, frowning still.
"I've never smoked, and I never will. Ghastly stuff that is." He said, looking slightly away from Eli. Eli shrugged and lit the cigarette already in his hands. "Now...what kind of answers do you seek, you foul demon?"
"The boy, Deadly." He stated simply. "You wish to know about...Eleanor, don't you?" He said, softly; leaning in towards Deadly's face, blowing a billowing fog of smoke into it. Deadly waved the smoke away, and backed up towards the outer edge of the desk, away from Eli.
"...What do you know of her?" He finally said, a sneer quite evident on his fanged jaw. "Tell me, now!"
"Ah, ah, ah.....my old friend. Uncle Deadly, we simply cannot be too....hasty in these negotations now can we? I want to know about the boy. He's about to married, so I've heard." Eli stated, leaning back in his chair.
"I thought you were out of that poor woman's life forever. How do you know about it?"
"My sister, dear Deadly. She still speaks with them, and you should know that. We still have a wonderful friendship, and it's going strong. She finds out about them, she tells me, and I know. So...how is the boy doing?" His expression became dark, as he leaned in closer, to glare at Deadly.
"He's healthy. Your plan is failing, Eli. Now, leave, before I do you in like I've done to other nighttime intruders!" Deadly growled, as he moved closer to Eli. Eli stayed still until Deadly was only a couple of feet away from him. He lashed out and grabbed Deadly by his jacket's collar.
"You old fool of a dragon! Try anything to warn the boy, and I'll find your precious love, and I will MAKE SURE YOU NEVER SEE HER AGAIN!!!! You will help me with the boy, and you will also make sure the boy's uncle is never able to pay me back. You understand? I want that boy!"
Deadly wrenched himself out from Eli's grip, and brushed his tattered jacket off. He huffed loudly, and glared at Eli, his golden yellow irises seeming to bore into Eli's red eyes. His left hand was crackling with blue energy.
"Leave my theatre now, you demon spawn from down below. Or I will send you home, dead." He gritted his teeth, and growled, lifting his left hand upwards, revealing the bright blue lightning in his palm; ready to strike if need be. "Leave now....or you will be DOOMED!!"
Eli's eyes widened when he saw the old spook was serious. He pursed his lips together, and stood his ground. "Try me old friend." He stated, opening his arms outwards, daring Deadly to try his worst. Deadly ran forwards, and slammed his left hand into Eli's chest, igniting the evil man's clothing with a single flash of the deadly blue lightning. His jacket, and shirt were gone, revealing his bare chest within a single moment. Deadly charged again, driving the lightning even deeper.
Eli didn't feel the pain coursing through his body, he felt nothing. He laughed. He laughed a cruel, cold, chilling laugh. Picking up Uncle Deadly, he grinned wildly; staring right into his 'old friends' eyes, and he laughed once more.
"Do not think I will forget this. You had best watch your back, old spook. I will strike...when you least expect it." He laughed once more, and dissapeared in a puff of black wispy smoke. His body seemed to change, shifting into the black, formless smoke that had billowed around his body before. The formless smoke bolted out of the door quickly. Then the sound of a single pair of boots were heard, thudding down the street.
"HEY!! Eli!! Wait up for MEE!!" Steve was heard yelling, as he ran after the spirited Eli.
Deadly stood still where he was. He saw the flamed shards of Eli's jacket and shirt, and he saw the hat and trenchcoat on the desk. He was a little worried. But...why should he worry? He was already dead...and he figured although Eli was evil...he couldn't hurt them anymore then had tried with him. He worried for Eleanor, and what Eli would be capable of doing. His heart yearned for her, but what could he do?
Walking slowly, he picked up his book once more. Then he walked out to the empty stage and smiled softly. He saw the small spotlight on the stage, and walked out to it. He wondered why they left a light on so late at night. But it wasn't a stage light at all.
It was the moon, casting it's beloved moonlight on the stage, he loved it; and he loved the eerie glow it cast all about the stage, on that lonely night of nights. He kneeled on the stage, and imagined his beloved, Eleanor standing in front of him, as they were....so many years ago on that very same stage.
The End.