Get Up and Kill (Numero Cinco)
Title: Get Up and Kill (Numero Cinco)
Summary: "IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AND I'M THROWIN' THA PARTAY!" Across the room Gabe does multiple shots, a few of them are on fire.
Warnings: Cussing, Slight gore..and Character Death (Who would have guessed)
Disclaimer: I'm not famous or rich enough to claim any of this as my own.
Part the First
Part B
The 3rd in Series
Part 4: A Continuation
Mikey puts a hand on Gerard's shoulder seeing him stare towards the door, it startles him as Mikey says, "Hey...it's...I mean we tried to-"
"I know...." Gerard doesn't really...know that is. Everything right now goes against anything that's made sense to his knowledge. Suddenly someone's shouting loudly in their direction.
"Mikeyway! fuckin'...mikeyfuckin'way!....why didn't you ever call me back bro?" The guy is familiar, Gerard's sure he's in a band somewhere too. He's got a red shirt on that has a stain all down the front, possibly alcohol or vomit, it's unsure. He slings am arm around Mikey falling forward into Gerard as well. He's obviously very intoxicated.
"Gabe! Dude! I had to change my phone awhile back...told Pete to tell you the new number." Mikey somehow manages to lift the tall drunk man off of Gerard and himself, and get him to lean against a wall.
"Fuuuuuuck....that's what that number was...man, you have two of you." With that comment Gabe proceeded to lean forward and "boop" Mikey's nose. He bats the hand away as Gabe yells out for more vodka. There's a quiet murmur spread throughout the bar, some people who were here when hell broke loose, and some who got here in the nick of time.
"It's time like these I feel lucky I let Pete make this place into an impenetrable fortress." Besides Gerard stands a short guy in a hat that has an anime monkey decal on it, he's also familiar, but remembering names has never been a strong point for Gerard. "You want a drink?"
"No, uhm, no thank you..Sober..." Gerard smiles lightly as he answers. The otehr guy just shrugs and walks away to where Pete's helping someone with a beer bong.
"IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AND I'M THROWIN' THA PARTAY!" Across the room Gabe does multiple shots, a few of them are on fire. "¡BASTA, NO HABLAS MAS, CIERRAS TU BOCA DE PUTA!" With that Gabe collapsed into laughter, barely holding onto the bar stool he had previously sat on. He makes Gerard glad he doesn't drink anymore.
There's a thud on the door where Gerard's been leaning, and suddenly everyone's silent and staring at him...well, aside from Gabe who is close to passing out under a table. There's another thud, a scraping noise. Pete pushes him aside to look out.
"Can't see shit." He mumbles, carefully unlocking the door and peeking out a small sliver to the outside. A whimpering whine and snuffling sounds emit from the space, and as Pete widens the door a shiny black nose pokes inside. "Aww, it's just a puppy!"
"Pete." The guy from earlier with the monkey hat speaks warningly. Pete opens the doors and lets the shaggy dog trod inside. It immediately jumps onto Pete and attempts to lick his face. There's a chorus of "aww" by the bystanders. It scampers past Pete and curls up next Gabe, who reaches an arm out and pulls it closer as it licks his face instead.
"See Patrick, it's just a harmless dog who got lucky and wound up here. It's like our destiny to have saved this puppy I bet."
"Whatever Pete, but I'm not cleaning up any mess it makes."
"Patrick, it's our baby though, you're part responsible!" Pete follows Patrick off across the room. Scanning the place, Gerard can't find Mikey. Some girl bumps into Gerard, she stutters back and blinks into his face.
"You're hot."
"Yeah, have you seen my brother? Mikey, uhm Mikey Way...." She stares blankly, "From My Chemical Romance, he looks kinda like me, about this tall, wearin' a pac-man t-shirt?" She looks thoughtful for a few seconds before bending over and vomiting, some of it gets on Gerard's boots. She stands back up and stares at him longer.
"You're hot, wanna make out?" One eye roll later and Gerard's found a chair to sit on that doesn't look completely defiled. Gabe's almost sitting up again playing with the dog. Still no sign of Mikey. Pete's trying to get a game of strip poker together, but not too many patrons seem to understand how poker works right now.
There's a loud crash in Gabe' direction, he's knocked over the table he was under and a few chairs. The dog is growling. The dog is limping. The dog has it's eyes rolled back into it's head. The dog is not a dog anymore.
Everyone's tense as the dog hunches into a pre-attack stance. It growls again, the growl something more than animalistic. There's a loud crack into the still air, the dog's growling head explodes. The body falls with a resounding thump.
Heads turn towards the bathrooms, Mikey stands there holding the smoking gun.
"Three Cheers for MIKEYFUCKINWAY!" Gabe yells out. Everyone cheers out, not the regular three cheers, but they're doing their best. Someone yells out, 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge!' Gerard sees Mikey smile as he's bombarded by Gabe.
"Revenge, Bitch!" Mikey shouts out after the fan, Gerard thinks his brother probably given in and had something to drink. Everyone 'whoops' again at his statement. Gabe falls over, hard. Everyone including Gerard can't help but laugh.
The laughter went on for about two minutes before no one sees the rise and fall of Gabe's chest. Someone not long after asks if he's breathing. Pete steps over to him and checks for breathing and pulse. There is none.
"Shit....alcohol poisoning? He'd be happy to have gone out this way I guess." Pete stands up looking crushed, Patrick's arm wrapped around his shoulder, their heads bowed for the loss. Gerard bows his too as everyone else slowly catches on.
It's dead silent for almost a whole minute before Pete screams out, Gabe's hand is wrapped around his leg. He pulls Pete down, lashing out with his other arm towards Patrick and someone else who was standing just too close. In the panic Gerard looks for Mikey, he's standing with gun aimed. He pulls the trigger.
Part 6