He Hollywood

"Enamour me!" A battle cry into a sea of blinding lights. Bright yellow, burning oranges, heavenly whites. The speckles of black twinkled in his eyes, eventually turning into a rainbow-bright glow. His grin, the grin of an ape. Gummy and prominent. His well-aged leathery skin covered in layers of shopping channel brand man make-up. A target for the "Us Magazine" photographers and readers admiration alike. He stood there. Took his last breath. To breathe fresh air had never been so pleasurable. A clap. A puncturing smack to the eardrums of everyone in a three-kilometre radius. A bullet. A Skull, a brain, a car window. It's path decisive and unchangeable. A piece of his occipital lobe bounces on to the sidewalk. Blood instantly stains the pavement, soaking into every little nook and cranny. Little did he know his deal ended tonight. The deal he made with Fame, the servant of Satan. President of the movie studios. Publisher of the magazines. Provider of the internet. Pusher of the cell phone. Perpetrator of ghastly deeds. The deal that made him the most famous man in the world. Star of the romcom's with Suzy Starlet and host of award shows. He who spent needless hours being formulated. His every move a movement. He who when asked to run for presidential candidate for both parties, declined and formed his own party. Broadcast on television screens daily, hourly. Raw footage being beamed into the glassy, glowing eyes of the audience. An audience made up of every demographic and even some new ones. Until he was on television, the demographic of "Young Housepets aged 4-8" had not existed. Now a corpse. A corpse that fell to the solid, incessant cement that covered eighty percent of this city. Still being photographed. The end of questions slowly mumbled out of the mouths of bleach-blond reporters. "...re you still seeinoh my god!" exclaims a reporter. Her first night working for the newest gossip-fueled-tripe-spewing television program, nay "entertainment news." She vomits on her microphone. It became the quickest YouTube video to hit one billion views. He who searched out hell. Banged on the gateway to all evil. Now thudded on the ground. He who signed in the blood of his first born. A child never given the ability to protest, to plead a child's case. Instead, this child was merely the binding letters of a contract. He was now dead. His soul seeping through the earths many levels. Journeying to an eternity of scrapes and first degree burns. Which annoy and radiate heat. A last thought rushes through his now see-through head. About a time he cannot quite put his fingers on. Somebody who may be a collection of somebodies. A song he has loved for ages but is hearing for the first time. This all culminates in a feeling he can taste. Soul nourishingly good. He Hollywood arrives to Hades a happy man.

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The preceding was a short story I wrote in the scary spirit of Halloween. Over the week I'll be posting about scary movies, spooky goings on and staying away from anything vampire related. Except "The Lost Boys". I've always said that leather-clad vampires are the scariest.