Final chapter. I would have finished this not too long after the previous one, but I spent the past week trying to think of a song to close this ****storm with. I think I thought of a good one.
Chapter 12: Let the Ceremony Begin
A couple of days later, all the RAFians filed into the auditorium, much like they did weeks before. The air around the forum was filled with uncertainty, as everyone was itching to know exactly what awards would be given to whom. On the way in, gh happened to brush past Cloak, only flashing a wordless smile at the Realm Walker. Once everybody sat down and became comfortable, Phoenix nonchalantly stepped up to the podium.
“Alright. Is this thing on? Can you hear me? Yes? Good.” Phoenex nonchalantly cleared his throat before continuing. “First of all, I'd like to thank you all for coming tonight. I know it's a bit of a hassle, having to get dressed up and all . . .”
“Get on with it!” a nameless RAFian shouted.
“Yes, get on with it!” somebody else yelled. The lurkers seemed to be an impatient bunch.
“Oh, what, I'm not even allowed to give my speech?”
“GET ON WITH IT!” the entire auditorium roared. Well, nearly the entire auditorium. There were a few RAFians that refrained, but the roar was enough to jerk gh from his slumber.
“Are you kidding me!?” Phoenix sighed, resting his forehead in his palm. It was then that Richard stepped up to the podium, leaning into the microphone.
“Get on with it.”
“ALRIGHT! FINE!” Phoenix allowed himself to calm down for a moment, much to the chagrin of the rowdier members of the audience. “First award – AND DON'T INTERRUPT ME – for best superhero and sidekick duo . . .” Phoenix paused while Goom ran onstage, holding a small envelope. “Thank you. Best superhero and sidekick duo goes to . . . Saffa and gh!” The auditorium filled with applause as the two award recipients exchanged a high five.”
“Just remember that you're the sidekick, and we'll be good,” Saffa teased.
“The next award for most likely to have a secret superhero identity . . .”
The award ceremony continued much in the same fashion. There weren't really any upsets (although gh would argue that he certainly isn't the coolest RAFian), and Phoenix read the awards off at a decent pace to avoid aggravating the less patient RAFians.
“And finally, the award you've all been waiting for. I assume so, at least. The votes are in, and you've all decided . . .”
“GET ON WITH-”
“Oh, will you all stop that! Whatever. RAFian of the year goes to . . . Saffa!”
For the final time that night, the auditorium erupted with claps, cheers, slide whistles, cows mooing, and other sounds of congratulation. gh, however, was dumbfounded. “What the actual ****?” he said, loud enough for only him and Saffa to hear.
“What?” Saffa said, a smile plastered across her face.
“I mean, not that you don't deserve it, but honestly, I was expecting Cloak to win. Or Ash.”
On the other side of the auditorium, Broken was very subtly chuckling to himself. That went unnoticed by the others, though, as they seemed to be focused on making as much noise as possible. Saffa's voice could just barely be heard over the ruckus, shouting, “YOU ALL ARE COMPLETELY OFF YOUR ROCKERS!” She high-fived gh once more, and the RAFians slowly began to quiet down.
“So,” Phoenix said, “I guess that concludes the awards ceremony. Again, thank you all for coming, and good night.”
The sound of distant trumpets could be heard over the PA system, followed by an electric piano. As the music played, the RAFians all began to sing:
The winner takes all,
It's the thrill of one more kill,
The last one to fall . . .
Will never sacrifice their will.
Don't ever look back,
On the world closing in,
Be on the attack,
With your wings in the wind.
Oh the games will begin.
And it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory.
And it's ours for the taking,
It's ours for the fight.
And it's sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet victory.
And the one whose last to fall,
The winner takes all.
Wow, this fic was a complete and total ****show. It pretty much didn't go anywhere that I originally planned it to, and it honestly suffered for it. I meant for it to be really comedic and lighthearted in tone, but I guess that in my efforts to keep it from becoming complete and utter crack, it kind of went way too far in the other direction and became way too serious for its own good. Also, there was pretty much nothing that didn't feel like I was making it up as I went along, mostly because that's exactly what I did. The irregular updates didn't help things in the slightest, either. I guess that's what happens when you don't outline anything. I do have an idea for another fic, but I'll make damn sure to make that one actually competent, or at least decent. Until then, peace out, ****es.