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- Title
- A Requiem For Charles R. Galloway
- Author
- Klaus Schilling
- Prompt
- 398 - Requiem
- Fanfom
- Zoey 101, Drake & Josh
- Rating
- PG-13
- Disclaimer
- Everything belongs to Nickelodeon
- Summary
- Megan Parker gives a requiem for long-since deceased Charles Galloway
- NB
- part of an incomplete work
1:1 A Requiem For Charles R. Galloway
1:1 The red hot sun was mercilessly blazing the Californian coast, turning Redstone Gulch,1:2 the barren and desolate location barely outside the gates of the metripolitan realms of Los Angeles, the city of broken grand dreams, into one blistering inferno worthy of the songs of Dante Alighieri’s divine drama.
For more than half an hour had Megan Parker,1:3 been standing in the middle of the heat of the noon, making her brittle and nimble fingers dance, with angelic grace, up and down her oboe, the highest and most versatile of all chanters. The resonating reeds vibrated in a mournful manner, which was little surprising, given the purpose of this rare concert out here in this desolate location:
A few decades ago, Charles Galloway,1:4 a student at nearby Pacific Coast Academy,1:5, had found his dry and dusty tomb right here, and he had never been honoured with a solemn funeral. Time had come for having his soul set to a rest, and this was the purpose of the requiem performed by this young yet most virtuous mistress of the oboe, the high wood.
The requiem of unforgettable Austrian composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was based on one medieval hymn, Dies Iræ, Dies Illa, a song describing in woeful manner the imminent dystopia, the end of the world hitherto beknownst unto mankind and all creature, accompanied by the latter judgment, as announced in the scripture of the old, the words of the prophets of doom.
Imminent doom and gloom had also become a concern for the one person who had called upon Megan for this service. His name was Wayne Gilbert, more commonly referred to as Fire Wire,1:6 and he was an adorer of graphic novels of DC or Marvel,1:7 dramatising representations of grand heroes and awe-striking villains. Those cartoons were the natural successors of the ancient words of the prophets in more than just one way, issuing a clear warning for postmodern mankind.
But why was it only now, after several decades of irrelevance, that anyone cared about setting to rest the hitherto relentless spirit of some long-since disappeared human being? Well, basically, the undead spirit had only started recently causing a few troubles, when a bunch of contemporary students from Pacific Coast Academy had stirred up the tomb, trying to prove any legends surrounding Galloway’s mysterious end, a tabu for two generations of students, and only spread in the form of half-censored rumours.
The ringleader of those pupils, spoiled jerk Logan Reese,1:8 was interested in producing a movie based on the legends of Galloway, and he needed some proof in order to make it believable. For that very avail, he had abducted an amulet from the tomb, bearing an inscription of the name of its owner, videlicet: Charles R. Galloway! Yet this deed had upset the restless spirit, causing him to go wild, just as in the tales about the wild hunt found prominently in Norse mythology. They had returned the locket to the tomb, believing to have settled the problems this way, but they had been so awfully mistaken ...
A series of horrifying events occurring during the last two years had finally caused Wayne to imagine that there was more to the cursed tomb than his class pals had been able to unearth, events reminding him of events taken from his favourite graphic novels. It will be necessary for us to return to these events, one by one, once we are coaxed by some emerging context into inspecting them.
Besides reading graphic novels, nerdy Wayne had also invented a few technic al devices of some sort, some of them will be specified later down the road, if time has come, and sold by means of the internet. Megan Parker had bought a few of them in order to correct the excessive misdemeanours of her kinsmen, and that is how Wayne had come to hear about her and her skills as an oboe player.
The last quavers of the requiem that had until this moment filled the boiling air in the wastelands were now about to be scattered in a gust of wind. <p>The soul of Charles R. Galloway was finally put asleep for good — or so hoped Wayne, inspite of a deep feeling that this was not the happy and, but the uncanny beginning of an immiment long and restless venture ...
- 1:1
- for Tamingthemuse: Requiem
- 1:2
- cf, Zoey 101: The Curse Of PCA
- 1:3
- from Drake & Josh
- 1:4
- from Zoey 101: The Curse Of PCA
- 1:5
- from Zoey 101
- 1:6
- from Zoey 101
- 1:7
- third-party owned cartoon series
- 1:8
- from Zoey 101