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Curse of Morrigan

Flora_Winters

I do not own Scooby Doo and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: Fred and the rest of the gang gets caught up in a horrifying legend that turns out to be very real. A supernatural being’s wrath has been rekindled and they’re trapped in the eye of his terrible storm. Language, MM, Violence, WIP

Prologue

Ah, the night is callin’
And it whispers to me softly, “Come and play”
But I, I am fallin’
And if I let myself go I’m the only one to blame

--Pink

Fred could feel it in his bones. It was going to be another one of those days. He just knew it. Something spooky was going to happen. The mood was just right for it.

There was a creeping mist all over the resort grounds, the distant howling of upset canines, and a full silver moon overhead. Even the ocean was making a scary noise. The surf sounded like the moaning of the dead.

Oh, that was just the rotting corpse that was slowing limping towards him from across the sand. His eyes nearly popped from their sockets, they got so wide. He began backing away and a strong breeze blew through his blond locks, choking him with sand.

“CUT!” A loud voice shouted, nearly deafening him. “I NEVER CUED THE GODDAMN FAN! WHO AM I GOING TO HAVE TO KICK IN THE NUTS TODAY?”

Fred rubbed at his eyes, knowing they were now bloodshot. He looked at the zombie, seeing just how real it looked. That was one freaky looking costume.

He heard a stomach growl and the zombie popped his head off, revealing unruly brown hair.

“Man,” Shaggy said, rubbing his forehead. “I’m starving.” He walked off with his rotting head under his arm.

“AND YOU!” The director shouted at the banshee who was responsible for raising the dead. She was standing there in the moonlight, looking all beautiful and haunting. “YOUR SINGING SOUNDS LIKE A CAT WHOSE GOT HIS BALLS STUCK IN A MOUSETRAP!”

The banshee blinked her blue eyes. She snorted with humor.

“I’m not being paid to sing,” she told him matter of fact. “I’m being paid to look sexy and cause the male cock to invert.”

Fred had to look away. How did he ever get talked into doing this kind of thing? He felt like he had fallen into a really bad porn.

“AND SOMEONE SHUT THAT DAMN DOG UP!” The director yelled. “BEFORE I FILL THAT DOGGY BOWL WITH ANTIFREEZE!”

“Dog?” A voice asked. “Where?”

“This is so interesting,” a young girl said, walking up next to Fred, adjusting her glasses. “The Revenge of the Banshee Queen.” She looked up at the tall blond. “Just how did we get talked into this abuse again, Fred?”

Daphne popped out her blue contact lenses, strolling forward in her wispy violet gown. Her skin had been painted to look like bleached bones under the pale lighting.

“Isn’t this fun, Fred?” She asked, grinning with white teeth. “I’ve never been spoken to like that before. I would very much like to hit him. No one has ever spoken to a Blake like that.”

“AH!” The director shrieked. “WHO THE BLOODY HELL PUT THE RIVER OF DOOM RIGHT NEXT TO THE MOAT OF DISSARAY? CAN’T YOU BUMBLING FUCKUPS DO ANYTHING WITHOUT ME?”

“Um,” Fred said, scratching the back of his head. “I’ll be in my trailer. I need a nap.”

“THAT WILL TAKE AN HOUR TO FIX!” The director shouted. “GET IT DONE IN FIVE MINUTES OR I’LL TAKE THE SOULS OF ALL YOUR UNBORN CHILDREN!”

He walked away on booted feet, rolling his eyes. He was dressed like some kind of warrior prince from tenth century Ireland. The outfit was kind of heavy and bulky, but he was used to it. He was supposed to be the long dead lover of the banshee queen. His character had died in battle and the princess who loved him had sold her soul to a dark god in order to take her revenge upon his murderers.

That was when he suddenly collided with someone, stumbling back a few steps.

“Oh, excuse me,” a soft voice apologized. It was Irish. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, Mr. Jones.”

Fred saw that it was the young man who had been setting out food earlier. He looked to be in his late teens.

The young man had curly garnet-red hair, very pale skin without a freckle in sight, and the greenest eyes he had ever seen.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Its not your fault. I was lost in my thoughts. Are you okay?”

The redhead smiled with perfect teeth. They were so straight and very white.

“I’m fine, Mr. Jones,” he said, running a slender hand through his silky looking hair. “I hope I didn’t mess up your costume.”

“No,” Fred said, looking down, making sure. He didn’t want to upset the director anymore. The poor guy looked as if his face was going to melt off from rage. “My costume is fine. Um, sorry, but what was your name again?”

“Oh, my name is Fender,” he said, nodding his head. “What do you think about this movie? This is some pretty dark stuff, huh?”

“It is kind of spooky, yeah,” Fred said, agreeing with him. He still couldn’t believe that Daphne’s cousin took ill all of a sudden and had to take her place. But, why did he have to get sucked into it? Well, at least the others were excited about it, minus the verbal abuse.

“Would you like to know a secret, Fred?” The green-eyed teen asked him.

“What?” He asked.

The teen smirked and it looked kind of wicked. It caused him to feel kind of funny.

“This story is really about two homosexual lovers,” the teen said in gentle whispers. “A young prince had fallen in love with his warrior cousin. The affair was kept secret, but it was soon discovered. The king sent the handsome cousin off to fight a battle the king knew he couldn’t win and locked the young prince away in the tallest tower in the kingdom.”

Fred took a step back. There was something dark and terrible within those molten green eyes.

“News was brought to the young prince on the wings of a bat,” the pale youth told him. “In his fury and his despair, he cursed the kingdom, cursed his family, cursed all who took his love away from him.”

Fred couldn’t help it. “What happened?”

Green eyes slowly turned, looking up at him. “The prince made a pact with a terrible and frightening Goddess. Her name is only spoken in whispers and in dark places. It was she who told the prince what to do, but it would cost him his immortal soul.”

Fred bit his bottom lip. There was a slight look of madness in those eyes.

“The prince stabbed his own dagger into his own heart, throwing himself from the window,” Fender told him. “He sacrificed his immortal soul, gaining an immortal body which can never age nor ever be destroyed.”

Fred toed the ground. “What happened?”

“The prince found the body of his dead lover,” Fender whispered. “He had been beaten, and dragged by a rope around his neck from a horse. A crow was eating out his blue eyes.”

Fred felt like gagging.

“The prince held him in his arms, cradling him, singing to him,” Fender told him, turning away. “After the burial, the prince called upon all his dark powers, and darkness covered the land for many weeks. The sun did not shine until all who were involved in the death were dead and stinking under the rising of the golden sun.”

“That’s terrible,” Fred said. Okay, that had been scary. “So, what happened to the prince?”

“No one knows,” Fender smiled. “Some say he rests beneath the blackened earth, holding his dead lover in his immortal arms.”

Fred shivered.

“Others say that he roams the countryside, dealing death to any who dares to bring harm to those who were in love like him.”

Fred nodded. Isn’t that the way all spooky stories were supposed to end?

“I feel really bad though,” the young man said, turning towards the set down on the beach. “It is such a beautiful legend and they’ve completely bastardized it.”

Fred cocked his head to the side. “So, I’m really playing the role of the prince’s lover and Daphne is playing the role of the prince?”

Fender nodded. “That’s right. Homosexuality doesn’t really sell tickets for the theater, huh?”

Fred shook his head. “No…”

Fender smiled. “I have to get back to work. I’ll see you around, Mr. Jones.”

Fred watched him walk off. Now, that was one strange kid. Was he gay? Eh, it didn’t really matter.

“FREDDIE!” A loud voice suddenly shrieked.

Daphne?

He spun around and took off running back towards the set. A bolt of lightning lanced down from the sky, striking the surface of the sea in the distance.

“What’s going on?’ He asked, running up to her and the rest of the gang.

Scooby looked as if he were about to faint and Shaggy was pointing with a quivering hand. Velma was adjusting her glasses.

He looked, seeing that it was writing on the wall of the backdrop. It looked as though it had been scorched into the wood by an angry finger. The letters were still glowing an angry red as they were cooling.

THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING

“What the hell does that mean?” A voice asked from the side.

Many others joined in.

That was when they all heard the wild neighing of an upset horse. Fred turned, seeing a black stallion race by, dragging something from behind.

“Somebody stop Thunder!” A loud voice shouted from the distance. “He’s got the director by the neck!”

Fred’s eyes widened.

The horse was dragging the director by the neck, away from them all. The guy’s body was twisting and flopping as the horse dragged him away and over the dunes. Some of the crew zoomed by on four-wheelers, trying to catch up to the horse.

He heard a thud, turning to see that Daphne was on the ground. She had fainted and Velma looked whiter than the makeup on the Banshee Queen at their feet. Shaggy and Scooby were nowhere to be seen.

Wild laughter suddenly filled the air as a cold wind picked up all around them, blowing sand in all directions.

“Fools,” the voice hissed like a nest of slithering serpents from within the billowing mists. “You will stop making a mockery of my life or I will destroy you all.”

Lightning streaked across the sky in crimson hues and the mist parted.

A young man was floating a few inches off the ground before them. His white flesh was glowing like an icy star and his hair was a wild mane of red fire. A wispy gown shimmered like silver moonlight around his lithe frame. His eyes were the eyes of an emerald demon. They possessed the slits of a serpent and they held such sorrow and hatred.

Fred had never seen such a beautiful face before. It was twisted with malice and horrible to look at, and yet he couldn’t turn away from it.

“STOP MOCKING MY PAIN!” The vision screamed, making them all cover their ears.

Fred felt himself falling over backwards. He didn’t feel himself hit the ground, but he could hear that terrible laughter.

TBC…

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