Salvation

Aug 26, 2010 14:01

 

Mikey hasn’t seen nor heard from Pete in a while: he’s pretty perplexed when said friend calls him, asking to meet as soon as possible at their usual diner.

°X°X°

“Mikey!” Pete greets cheerfully from the boot where he’s sitting at.

“Where the hell have you been,” Mikey states more than ask, not only because Pete has disappeared for days, but because the deep purple bags under his eyes that outstand on his paler skin and the slightly manic look in his eyes are kind of worrying.

Pete’s smile turns in a serious frown and with a sigh he invites Mikey to sit down.

“What can I give you, honeys?” a fake blonde waitress approaches their table, chewing a gum, her loyal notepad firm in his hand.

“Two strong coffees,” Pete orders quickly.

“Right on their way,” she assures, heading to the counter to grab two cups.

Pete doesn’t talk while they wait for the waitress, he doesn’t want more interruptions; Mikey absentmindedly plucks the dirt from under his nails.

“Here you are, guys,” the waitress pours some coffee in tall paper cups and goes to another customer.

“Fucking dirty water,” Pete mumbles after the first sip of coffee; Mikey nods.

“Okay, now explain,” Mikey urges: he isn’t new to Pete’s -crazy, stupid, rash, you name it- actions, but he still kind of worried when he hasn’t been pestered by the daily amount of messages from the man opposite him -he hasn’t received any text or call from him for a whole week, to be precise.

Pete takes a long breath before deciding to speak, “You won’t believe me,” he declares, looking genuinely hurt.

“Try me,” Mikey says, grimacing after another taste of coffee.

Pete sighs, “…I went to Edmonton, in Alberta. There’s a hotel where… Well, they suggested me to go there, and I did, you know how curious I am. The night I got there, the guard completely ignored me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off him-“

“Hot guy?” Mikey asks with a smirk.

Pete shakes his head vehemently, “He was younger than me but his hair was completely white, he was as pale as death and looked scared shitless.”
Mikey looks at him impassively, Pete continues to tell.

“When he exited for his patrol, I followed him before he opened an old door and let me in, leaving me alone in a long hallway with many doors. I was starting to piss my pants, no joke. At the end of the hallway there was a living room and I barely didn’t scream when I saw four burnt people facing the corners of the room, sitting on the floor hugging their legs, heads upon their knees and fingers chewed to the bones. In the center of the room there was a rather young woman sitting on a reclining chair and a coffee table; I didn’t dare to touch the food on it, but paced the room trying to stay as far as possible from those…creatures. When I went to the window, I thought I could check my car parked outside in the almost empty parking lot, but instead…it was daytime, the sun looked very close and there was fire on the horizon. There was nothing around but burnt buildings and other burnt creatures shuffling around: I quickly sat on the floor because I didn’t want them to notice me, but to tell the truth I saw they didn’t have eyes, I just preferred not to risk.

“I finally decided to talk to the woman, who after a while woke up and gave me a key. Now things get serious,” Pete declares leaning forward on the table, “When I got the key the creatures started waking up as well, their groans were sickening. I bolted outta the room, dude, I didn’t want to be killed! In the hallway there was a door with a white splash of paint, I used the key to open it and guess what? I ended right outside my own house! And if that wasn’t enough, when I later checked the phone, I found a shit-ton of calls and texts that I received in the space of a whole week. How is that fucking possible? My stay would have been only a matter of a couple of days, the time to drive to the hotel and back, but I have this gap of one week between the day I went to Edmonton and the day I returned here, while I remained at the hotel only for an hour or two.”

Pete finished his story, looking rather anxious and still on edge after what he has been present to.

Mikey stared back at him. You can’t never tell when he’s nervous or scared, with Mikey Way. His eyes look a bit bigger, though.

“If you trust me, you should go as well, you’ll have your ass saved in the end. Here, I’ll write you the address and the most important things to do when you’re there,” Pete says, scribbling on a paper napkin. When he hands it to Mikey, Pete starts explaining what he just wrote along with his friend reading the notes.

“The Hotel Canterra is off Jasper Avenue and 109th street in Edmonton, Alberta. Go by night and ring the doorbell: if they let you in, you have to be sure the guard is the one I saw, or return another day. If the guard is the right one, sit beside his desk and wait for 2:52 AM, for his tour. Follow him, and remember what key he’ll use to open the old door to room 512, at the fifth floor. Close your eyes before entering and open them only when you hear the door closing! You don’t want to see what’s there…As I told you before, you end in an hallway with many doors, but only one has the paint splash. Once in the living room, don’t immediately wake the woman up, rest a bit; when you feel ready to talk to the her, say “Save me, Mother, please”, wait for her to wake up and hope she’ll give you the key that the guard used right away, otherwise you’ll have to offer her your fingers: you’ll receive a blood stained knife to cut at maximum four fingers, one at a time, it depends how long it’ll take for her to finally give you the right key. Grab it and run like hell, before the things at the corners fully wake up and slaughter you, open the door and get ready to give explanations to your friends for a whole week of silence on your behalf.

“One day, an old door labeled ‘777’ will appear wherever you are: you have to open it with the key you used to escape the hotel and that you’ll have to always keep with you. Leave your family and friend ties behind. I don’t know where it leads but something bad will happen and you’ll find salvation behind that door.”

Mikey glances between the napkin and Pete, trying to find that glint in his eyes or that quirk of his lips that means he’s feeding you with a truck of bullshit, but Pete’s face is totally sincere and sad and worried.

This situation is batshit crazy, though, it sounds like Pete discovered the faith in God and was now telling him a way to escape Apocalypse or whatever.

“…And who told you to do so?” Mikey asks when he regains his voice, putting the piece of paper on the table.

“Gabe.”

Mikey looks at Pete skeptic, regretting to have almost believed him.

“He was right, man!” Pete exclaims, then sighs because he knows Gabe isn’t well known for being a sure source (especially after the peyote incident) and this story is totally fucked up, he can’t blame Mikey for not believing him, “Ok, if you don’t believe me it’s fine, I won’t force you, it’s totally understandable…but I’ll pray for you to take my advice and go to Edmonton. I hope to see you on the other side of the door, Mikeyway.”

He stands up, “Oh, by the way, I saw a young woman, but she changes appearance so I don’t know what you’ll get. And don’t eat the pie!”

Pete leaves, waving a hand in goodbye. The waitress looks at him, muttering something about how their pie is good.

Mikey notices Pete has a pinkie missing.

°X°X°

Mikey slides down his apartment door, breathing heavily: that little girl looked cute, but she had some powerful and malicious aura that almost petrified him. He doesn’t want to remember the burnt creatures that guarded her, he doesn’t want to think of how their red muscles were visible for lack of skin; not to talk about their empty sockets, that he saw in passing but that still make him sick.

He immediately calls Gerard, profusely apologizing when his brother’s hysteric shrieks allows him, and invites him over to talk.

°X°X°

‘777’, the battered door reads.

It’s been over a month that Mikey has last seen Pete, so he assumes his friend has entered this same door, like he explained that memorable day many years ago.

Mikey fishes the bronzed key he got -without losing any finger- from the inner pocket of his jacket and inserts it in the keyhole.

He hopes to see Pete again, and Gabe as well, and to meet with Gerard soon.
He turns the key.

mikey way, creepypastas, horror, pete wentz, standalone, gen

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