My father and I went back to my inn so we could talk away from prying ears, or that’s at least what he said. When we got there we sat in the common room, I waited, it seemed he had nothing to say at all, the minutes ticked by. One minute, five minutes, half an hour until finally he spoke.
“Son, there are many things I must tell you and I don’t know how to say them,” he said in that whisper of his. “First of all, yes I am dead, you’re not crazy, but as I said before, I had things I had to finish before I could actually depart. Now, to business, the Black Parade is a parade, as its name suggests, but it is also much, much more…”
As he described what exactly the Parade was I was in a state of awe, I had never suspected any of which he claimed. I never expected anything out of the ordinary at all, except that it somehow was responsible for the death of my parents, which I found out was true.
After my father finished telling me everything a look of pure relaxation overcame his features and he began to fade, fade from existence, fade from the world, and fade once more from me. I sat in silence as I witnessed this, in my heart I knew he was going to a better place. Mere moments after he was completely gone shouting and fighting broke out in the street, I ran to see what was going on only to see random citizens attacking the parade. One of the members got hit in the face with a club so hard you could hear bones breaking and see his neck snap.
Without stopping to think of the consequences I jumped at the clubber and grabbed onto his arms so he couldn’t harm anyone, apparently I had more strength than I remembered because the mans right arm snapped at the shoulder causing him to drop his weapon. At that very moment another man leaped a me with a sword; where he got a sword I will never know even though many people had them. I dropped to the ground and grabbed the club, which I used to drop the man, not a lethal wound. I took his sword from him and dropped the club. With sword in hand I ran through the crowd and jumped upon the Black Parades float and held up the sword.
“PARADE, TO ME!”I Screamed. “TO ME,” I repeated, many men looked up and began to run towards me and climbed onto the float. I pointed the sword toward the townspeople, “Any of you who attempt to halt this Parades progress through the city will be slain, I will be marching at the head of it. I just dare you to try to stop it.” At that point a man ran at me with the very club I dropped, without thinking I swung the sword, opening the mans throat and killing him. “ANYONE ELSE?” I bellowed. When no one stepped forward I said “Good, now we will carry on,” that was the last time was in that city, no one else opposed us for we were the Black Parade, the Parade of Death.