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The Ritual	By : Laura5402 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 736 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Ritual
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The High Priest secured a black hen which had never been crossed by the male bird making sure it did not cackle. This he did by clutching it by the neck not more than it was necessary to prevent it from crying. The High Priest then went to a clear in the woods where four roads met and prepared the altar. Around it he drew a circle and placed himself in the midst of it. With a sudden movement he tore the bird in two, pronouncing three times the sacred words. Next, he turned to the East, knelt down, and recited a prayer, concluding it with the Grand Appellation. At this moment, a band of warriors appeared and placed themselves around the High Priest. Each of them carved a rune across their foreheads with a short knife; it was Odin’s Illusionary Rune, the rune used by warriors to become invisible or to shift in shape, to take on the form, strength, and courage of an animal. In a flash of light a spirit appeared, taking form gradually. It was the Unclean Spirit and it was ready to obey the High Priest.

It was ten in the morning. Frank, a twenty-year-old guy, had just gone out of the bathroom and was getting dressed hurriedly. He turned on the multi-entertainment-system and tuned in his favourite radio station. The announcer was giving the latest news about the over-populated city of New Jersey. By the year 2050 the population had grown quickly and by the actual year, 3015, it was almost impossible to walk in the streets.
A picture hanging from one of the black walls in Frank’s room suddenly turned into a screen, showing a clear image of the front door. Gerard, one of Frank’s friends and the lead singer of their band, was standing impatiently in front of the door.
‘Come on you Pansy, time to go!’ Gerard yelled, staring at the micro camera in the door.
Frank stared at the image for a second, then grabbed a black jacket and hurried outside of his home.
‘It was about time,’ Gerard joked.
‘Yeah, sorry. I was…’
‘Day-dreaming about that crap again, right?’ Gerard interrupted.
‘Yeah, I guess I was,’ Frank sighed, brushing his hair out of his face.
About fifteen minutes later, they arrived at a little semi-detached house in the suburbs of Dirty Jersey, as they called their home town. They went down into a basement where Mike, Bob and Ray were waiting for them.
‘Finally! Where the hell were you two?’ Bob asked.
‘Well, you know our little Frankie. He was making himself pretty,’ Gerard laughed, patting Frank’s shoulder.
They all laughed and began the rehearsal. They had been working really hard on the band and they had finally got their golden opportunity. They had been invited to play on the widely seen TV show “Skylines and Turnstiles”. The song had to be perfect for the day of the show so they were devoting themselves entirely to practise.
At 7.00 the rehearsal was over and Frank headed back home. He was humming their song, trying not to think in what could go wrong on their first performance. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that, before he could notice, he was a few foot from his home. He looked up and saw the postbot ringing the bell. He knew there was nobody at home so he ran towards it as fast as he could. He knew exactly what the postbot was bringing. The postbot gave him the big package it was carrying and Frank fingerprinted the post form and returned it to the postbot.
In no time at all Frank had climbed upstairs carrying with him the heavy package. He went into his room and locked his door. He opened the box untidily, throwing the little pieces of plastic that prevented the content of the box from breaking all over the floor.
‘It’s finally here.’ Frank’s eyes widened as he examined the content of the box. A sheet of paper pasted on a side of the box read “Content: 1 high-tech boots, 1 high-tech gloves, 1 high-tech helmet, 1 virtual operator’s manual”. It was a set for getting online, for getting, literally, inside the net. Frank had been saving for years to buy it and a week before he had ordered the set.
Frank switched on his computer and, while it loaded, he prepared the helmet, gloves, and boots. He entered his password, plugged in the helmet in the correspondent slot in the CPU and clicked on the internet connection shortcut. He put on the electric blue boots and gloves and secured them to his body by means of the laces at each side of the special equipment. He took a deep breath and, smiling widely, he put on the helmet.
Everything was black, Frank could see nothing but he knew exactly what he had to do. He had memorized the instructions he had found in a magazine during the long wait for the set to arrive. Frank moved his hands quickly from side to side activating the virtual screen. A bright landscape similar to that of a city appeared in front of him. It was the cyberspace, that fantastic place where everything you desired to know about could be found.
Frank moved slowly first, looking at every building he encountered. They had flashing neon signs hung up the doors. “FOX television”, “Back to the Future”, “Harry Potter” were some of the signs he first saw. Somehow the computer knew which his favourite topics were. He was a fan of the 20th and 21st centuries, especially of the books and movies. He entered some chat rooms randomly to see what they were like. They looked like regular bars, with tables and sofas on the sides and people talking. People could even disguise themselves as something else; they could even change their physical appearance.
Frank went on walking along the streets of this uncrowded city. That was one of the reasons why he had wanted to get into the net so badly, to be able to walk alone along the streets, to enjoy a peaceful walk as those he saw in the previous centuries movies. Suddenly, a sign caught his attention. It read “Black Magic”. His eyes widened and a lopsided grin appeared on his face. If there was something that he loved above all, it was magic. He was really into witchcraft but he had never tried much. All he had done were simple good luck or work spells. He was convinced this was why they got the invitation to the show. Without thinking it twice he went into the sinister-looking building.
Inside, it did not look like a building, but a forest. It was night-time and there was a full moon. At first he did not notice, but there was blood in the moon, a bad sign. He walked around for a while, searching for something or someone, but the place seemed to be disserted. All of a sudden he reached a clear in the forest. There, in the middle of it, a carefully prepared altar was placed. It was a big flat piece of a trunk and several items rested on it: a double-bladed small knife, a sword and two dishes. In the middle of the altar a pentacle was drawn in red.
Frank was delighted by his finding. He stood in front of it and looked intently at every tool on the altar. He was about to take the knife when he heard a noise coming from the forest. He hid himself hurriedly behind an enormous tree ready to enjoy the show, the ritual that was about to take place.
A man wearing a long black robe approached the altar carrying a black hen with him. When the man tore the bird in two, Frank’s heart stopped for a second. He instantly remembered what he had once read in a book; he remembered what the ritual was performed for: to evoke the Unclean Spirit. It was a very difficult and dangerous ritual as, if done wrongly, the spirit would get hold of the operator and command him at will.
Frank tried desperately to find the way to get out of there but it was impossible. To get out of the net he had to come back from where he had entered, but the path that led to the exit was now blocked by a band of warriors that had surrounded the man in black robes. To Frank’s horror, they were carving themselves a rune across their foreheads, a very powerful but dangerous rune: Odin’s Illusionary Rune. Overwhelmed by terror, Frank struggled to remove the helmet from his head but it was useless. A twig broke under his feet and the warriors, the man in robes, and the now materialized spirit turned in his direction. Horrified, Frank saw how the spirit, now under the orders of the man, sped in his direction with his diabolic eyes set on him.
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