The sky was died with red, wich darkly echoed the large amount that were dead. Mcr looked around them in horror at what was their imagination,coming true. Walls of oxygen-supressing flames surrounded the group. Intimidating them back onto their stage. Vulters patrolled the air above, ocasionally swooping down on easy prey, such as infants. The earth began to shake from under them, twisting in torment as it shrivelled up in the thick heat of the air. Cracks formed and a ripping sound broke the silence as lengths of Barb wire rapidly shot out of the ground. Twisting and swirling in loops, as they went to an incredible height. Plant like, the wire curled around the stage, forbiding any exit.Then out of the fury of the flames he rose, instanly pushing them behind, to make his entrance. Pushed them like you would- a red theatre curtain. His bolder shaped head steadied on broad shoulders, that were caped by nothing other than one of the bands very own performance jackets. The bones of the giant skeleton began to rattle, followed with a thunderous, dark, sinister laugh, That seemed to echo across the world. Proving that their was no more hope, for he holds it captive, within his evil hands.