of the Red Death
response to Red Death exercise
by Ryan Camilleri
In the dark depths of the Bavarian mountains,
laid a village. A village that was plagued with fear, riddled with
death. The church bells tolled continuously, terror gripping the
town people. They called the terror Red Death.
Prince Danzig, whom lived in the castle
by the mysterious lake, took notice of the horrors of the doomed
village which his castle overlooked. He opened his doors to the
thousand petrified villagers and bolted the doors and locked away
the keys for their safety.
Red death lurched the streets of the village
at night preying on the unaware and weak. It was a dark and mysterious
character whom when you looked into its bright red face would end
your life within half of the hour. One gaze into those disturbing
white eyes would place a curse of death on the poor soul who would
die a slow and pain filled death. Fuelled by pure evil, Red Death
was the work of Satan himself. It dined on death and was intoxicated
with horror. With no conscience, no soul, this beast might take
human form but is not fit for society. He wore an all black cloak
with a blood red inverted cross and has a skull and cross bone tattoo
on his upper chest. Around his neck he wore a shrunken skull as
a pride medal. No man was brave enough to face him.
The curse would first start paralysing the
body slowly from the feet up, and then it would eat the muscles
and slowly shut down your system. Then as a grim finally as you
are griping onto your life you would spontaneously combust. A death
fit for no human, no mater how sinful they are.
One story of ill fame was that of Wilham
Krankenscwartz. He was a 12 year old boy who was the breadwinner
for his family. He spent his days in the town square polishing people’s
shoes for whatever small change they could give him so he could
buy food for his mother and siblings. His father was killed by the
King of Bavaria 3 years before for thieving a goat. One day, Wilham
went into the town to begin work. This tall dark mysterious character
over towered him. He slowly looked up and saw the shrunken head
around the hellion’s neck and Wilham tried to kick him over but
he was to overpowering. He grabbed the young child by the neck and
proclaimed “In the pits of hell thou shall writhe for eternity”
and the boy was cursed and killed.
“You all shall be safe within the castle
walls. No demons shall enter the doors alive”. The Town crier, Ivan
Hamish, arose and said powerfully “Thank you kind prince, on behalf
of the town’s people I wish to thank you for allowing us to seek
refuge from the horror of Red Death”. He was a full figured man
who may seem charming in the public, but can be self cruel and self
centred at times. At night, the families would retire to the castles
many secure rooms and the prince’s armed guards would patrol the
castles corridors and perimeters. Once again joy and the sense of
security had been restored in the people of the old village. Prince
Danzig would hold giant feasts every evening which provided the
prince with company. All this time the main doors of the castle
remained bolted. Until one night.
The Princes staff worked endlessly to prepare
the castle and guests for the Masquerade ball. The Tailors worked
miracles with the materials they had on hand to dress the townspeople
marvellously. The chefs spent three days cooking and preparing food
for the big event. The Main function room was transformed from a
dark dusty disused room into a magical and exquisite ball room.
On that cold January night the guards lit a roaring fire in the
main ball room which not only illuminated all the room and its many
crystal items it provided a great source of warm and comfort for
the towns people. By eight of the clock the towns people starting
to make their way to the ball. They all looked so dignified and
important. They all wore masks of all different colours and materials.Ms.
Helena Brocsher even got involved with the evening she looked marvellous
wearing an all crimson dress with a beautiful golden mask.
Helena was once a beautiful long black haired
girl whose family owned a stall in the main strip selling medicine.
She was studying medicine like her father and other siblings, until
there was a need for a cure to the dreaded Red death Curse. This
was when she was sent into a nervous breakdown and to add fuel to
the fire her husband to be was killed by the disease. The site of
the dreaded disease sends Helena into distress and for her to come
and dress up was something really big.
All of the guests were having a good time.
They all dined on a long table with every type of meat and vegetable
available to them. The children ran around playing and laughing
as they swapped masks to see how silly they could look. The others
walked around and mingled. They reminisced about the passed as they
had no news to discuss. Thus may be the reason why the evening was
such a success because there was no politics or religion to heat
up the discussion. It was so relaxed and everybody enjoyed themselves.
It bought the town closer together and allowed them to understand
each other more and enjoy there company.
Some of the more musically talented townspeople
got together and formed a band and regaled the crowd with classic
tunes from near and far. The music got the people dancing and even
the Prince was seen to have a dance. It was the first time in many
years that the castle walls had heard the sound of a crowd and people
laughing. The prince was almost ready to call the evening a success
On that cold January night in the castle,
some months after the village people had shifted into the castle
on the other side of the mysterious lake; the night of the Masquerade
ball; there was an unfamiliar sound at the abandoned door. A banging
was becoming disturbingly louder. One of the guards, Lemmy Kilmeister
went to the door to investigate. As he looked through the inspection
door he saw something quite menacing. A dark figure which moved
silently through the night although the guard could not see the
persons face. “Halt! Who is knocking on the castle door so late?”
the guard queried. No response. The guard repeated himself, then
he experience the most terrifying display. The figure looked the
guard in the eyes and proclaimed “the bell tolls for thee!!” The
guard’s eyes protruded from his face. The guard looked the bright
red face in the eyes and all he could see where fiery demons and
bodies being horribly tortured. Images filled the guards head. Images
that no man could possible imagine. The guard instantly fell to
the floor and began to die a slow and painful death.
The courageous guard, known as Lemmy Kilmeister
was a man with nerves of steel. 6 foot tall his harms were the size
of tree trunks. He had a head full of blonde thick hair and eyes
of piercing blue. He was the type of person who was not afraid of
anything. Until that horrible night.
The town’s people rushed to the scene. Helena
Brocsher wailed “it’s the curse of Red Death, It has returned for
us”. The prince out of the armoury returned with his shining armour
and an axe. “I shall put an end to the horror!” Prince Danzig said
bravely. He exited the castle fully alert and ready to fight the
demon. The prince started to breathe heavier and heavier. Sweat
dripped off his fore head. Fear overwhelming him. All of a sudden
the red faced figure appeared in the meadow. The Prince avoiding
his deadly stare swung the axe violently. A giant roar was let out
and a loud explosion followed. Prince Danzig tucked his body away
from the flames. He slowly rose from his crouching position and
proclaimed to the villagers” You have nothing to fear no more. The
Red Death has been banished from this world!” The Villagers ran
out side and picked up the prince and carried him into the village
where they celebrated with a month long festival.
After these festivities when all returned
to normal. Except for Prince Dazig. He returned to the castle to
find the corpses of his guards arranged in a weird formation and
in the middle laid a stone tablet which was engraved. It stated;
you are now cursed to an eternity of solitude. You may never see
the gates of heaven or the pits of hell but you may never be truly
content. Long Live Prince Danzig.
Every year after the slaying of red death,
the village has a feast to commemorate the liberation, but still
to this day the horrors remain in their minds and to this day Prince
Danzig remains Locked up confined from the world never to see the
face of another human.