The Unforgiven

If the times of the past were to effect the present, then the sudden doom were to come near. Based off of the Metallica song of the same name (in fact, three of them), and a prequel to While My Guitar Gently Weeps, one college student in 2000 Maplefrost, Oklahoma decides to realize the truth before the people of his town. This story, much like While My Guitar Gently Weeps, was originaly called "The Master Beyond," written in June 21, 2019. Song belongs to Metallica, and other licenced stuff belongs to their owners, while characters and setting belongs to me!

Part 1: Never be, Never see...
As a recountant of the whole "Party House of Horrid Hector," I may have a link to the whole mess. As you forgot, I'm John D. Edward's new roomie, Abe "Breeze" Jonathan, and yes I've been a witness to a ton of crappy drug lords and God-awful cults since the day I came to Maplefrost, Oklahoma's Dust University. This story, as I recall before the whole party, was the worst week Maplefrost had. I'll tell you the tale of the Shine Cult; as I found on Hector's phone the night I met John. It was about 4 years ago I run to this cult during my 1st year in Dust. It was about 10:00 PM, as I cruised in my '99 Chevy Impala, and listening to some Megadeth on my radio, I came across a very strange road. "Thank you for our latest sacrifice," said some creepy dude in the woods, "you'll get the $100 afterwords, when the deed is done." So, I trekked on my feet to only find some KKK-esque dudes but their robes were so dark, the word 'SHINE' only appeared on their back. Creepy, yet scary.

Part 2: Are you Unforgiven, too?
The sucker who gave the creepy dude the corpse was Hector Elyseum, while I wanted to say "What the absolute heck" right to him, but I would have been caught and SHINE food afterwords. So, I kept quiet, only to find the creepy dude to be Abiscus Deus, one of the campus' notorious rioter and my ex- roomie. "Who will bring forth our final sacrifice, while we will drink HIS blood," said Abiscus, as he creepily points to me, uncovering my pressence. I called 911 on the spot, but they jabbed my phone with a simple throwing kunai, and yet I've become food on the spot. "Do your worst," I said while some Shine dudes hoisted me to a shaved tree, "see what it does to you!" "So it begins," Abiscus began, "for a new dawn for us, I and our holy master." His "followers" were chanting the same stupid thing only to have I came prepared to escape from the doom they made. Luckily, as I escaped from my clutches, I found Ralph Moore driving his Dart and I told him the whole truth, as I never drink. "FREEZE, BOYS!," called the MFPD Task Force, as they held the cult, even Abiscus, to the athorities, and I was very proud for that. But the downside being Hector, as he wussed from the cops and his "friends", only they played him for the "$100" he told about after the party.

Epilogue: When it's ME I can't forgive?
Sure, in total, it made me sick, but like John did at the party, I survived it all, only to become a newspaper worker after college. It was the pinnicle of it, and I kept it to my own; the bad times, and they were dark, yet dank at the same time... -END-