Its okay. Everything is going to be okay....
Title: Its okay. Everything is going to be okay... 2/2
Author: pansyxdaisy "Breanna"
Pairing: Bob/Ray
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: I decided to write a Part two for "Don't Be Scared... We Have Eternity." I hope its okay....
Warnings: Language, Violence, Murder
Author's Note: This is for the "A Summer Vacation Gone Wrong" contest at mcrfightclub.
Word Count: Umm... there is no othere way for me to do it but manually and... i cant... really.
Don't Be Scared... We Have Eternity. 1/2
Bob awoke to the sight of his one of his best friends, Gerard Way. Dead. Screaming, Bob tried to receed away from the rotting corpse. Eyes gouged out, staring blankly into Bobs baby blues. He couldn't move. Bound to a metal medical table by his arms, waist and legs.
"Help!" Bob bellowed into the empty room. It was like a mellow version of SAW.
"Bob?!" He heard a voice call from the same room. His heart stopped. "Oh Bob thank god you're alive!" Bob lifted his head to see Ray sitting in the corner of the room.
"Ray what the hell happened! One minute I'm playing x-box the next I'm in here! Where the hell are we? And why aren't you chained up too?" A Pained look struck Ray's face.
"Trust me... I am..." Ray stood from his corner, waving his left ankle. It held a very heavy looking shackle. Tracing the chain to its source Bob's eyes began to well with tears.
"Oh... Ray." He breathed. Ray had been chained all right... to a body. Well, half of a body. The chain was wrapped around the torso of Frank Iero. The body was intact from the navel up. Legs missing and intestines leaking out onto the dirty white tiles of the floor.
The sound of heavy metal doors clashed in the back round like thunder to Bob and Ray's sesitive ears. Bob jumped and Ray's free arms shot to his ears, hands clutching them, there was a screeching noise, then a voice.
"Hello boys," Came a gentle female voice from an undiscovered intercom in the left corner above and to the left of Ray's head. "Welcome to my home." Bob laughed.
"You call this a home? Where the fuck are we? ....And you have shitty taste in furniture." Bob mocked shaking his chains. "What the hell is this? Fuck, couldn't afford a matress? Or are you some masochistic sadist bitch or something? Your pets are starting to decomp dearie." Ray shot Bob a death glare, hopefully making him shut up, now was not a time to joke about the death of their friends.
Behind the wall a little girl began to laugh. She was in the control room for the asylum, a room lit darkly, filled with security camera feedback and intercom speakers. She held down the skeak button, leaning forward to the mic she began to laugh.
"Allow me to make the situation clear. Gerard Aurthur Way, age 17, murdered, case: unsolved. Frank Anthony Iero, age 14, murdered along with Mr. Way. Bodies disappear from M.E.'s office four days after murder. Robert Corey Nathaniel Bryar, age 16, Raymond Samuel Toro, age 17, both went missing at 12:48 P.M. saturday afternoon the previous day, no clues to their wherabouts." Ray stood gaping, Bob shook his head.
"Fuck me..." He whispered low enough so only Ray could hear. The speaker screeched before the voice was heard again.
"My name, is Lilith Ilaria Alessia Renata. I-"
"Liar...." Ray muttered thinking, his hand raised to his mouth.
"What?" Bob asked confused, lifting his head to make eye contact with Ray.
"Excuse me." Lilith blared over the speaker annoyed.
"Liar!" Ray yelled at the speaker.
"....Very good." Lilith commented, "Continue. The blonde looks confused."
"What? I am!" Bob looked at Ray incredously, "Explain?" He asked, eyebrow quirked.
"Remember the story on the news?" Ray questioned, "Two boys found dead, only evidence was "Liar" carved on the door. Lilith Ilaria Alessia Renata. L- I- A- R. Liar. It was her, she murdered those two boys. She murdered..." Ray swallowed hard, not sure if he could bring himself to speak. "Gerard... and Frank..."
"Bravo," Clapping errupted over the speaker, "You figured out what the cops couldn't! You think they would notice the periods separating the letters but no-oh!" Sarcasm floated off the girls word. "Ray, Gerard has a gift for you, In his pockets, and considering Bob is a little... tied up at the moment, you must retrieve it."
Ray shook as he took the first step forward. He cautiously moved forward, careful step after another, eyes clenching shut as he heard the sickening scrape of Franks body dragging along with him. He made his way across the room without any problem, no traps, or anything he'd expect from watching horror film after horror film. Ray finally made it to the metal table after what seemed like hours passed. Holding his breath, Ray tenderly slipped his hand into Gerard's front left pocket, praying to God that he found whatever it was on the first try, He did. His hand wrapped around something cold and hard, emerging with a set of keys. Rusted and browned, small traces of blood speckled on it.
Moving to free Bob, Ray removed the tie on his waist, it wasn't until Ray got to Bob's wrists that Bob spoke.
"I think i want to keep these ones on." Bob winked, "Kinky." Ray knew Bob was trying to lighten the mood, but it wasn't helping. He just rolled his eyes sighing.
"We need to get out of here." Ray mumbled, freeing the rest of Bob's bonds. Bob sat up and slid off of the table that he was previously strapped to for God knows how long.
"Keys." Bob ordered, and Ray obliged.
Kneeling down Bob swallowed hard, not even three feet away fron Frank's rotting corpse. He knew though, he knew that he had to be the one to remove the bonds that chained Ray to one of the worst sights possible. To make Ray do it, would be unfair. Over time Ray and Frank had grown very close. Creating a bond only those two individuals could. All those sleepless nights writing riffs that created perfect harmony. Gone. Frank, and all those songs Ray couldn't bear to play alone. Gone. All of it. And most important. Frank. Was gone. The songs were written for two... and no one could replace a guy like Frank. Ray felt an emptiness grow in his heart. A hole only a true friend could fill. Closing his eyes, Ray refused to open them until he heard the click of the metal falling away from his chaffed ankle.
"We need to get out of here." Ray stated as he retreived the keys rom Bob. "Maybe these keys could open the door."
"There's a door?"
"...Yeah. Right there." Until Ray pointed it out, Bob had never noticed the heavey white door that was in the corner of the room. From where he had been strapped on the table, the door was behind him. Ray hurriedly walked over to the door, swiftly trying every key in the lock that just wouldnt open. "Dammit!" He pouted angrily, slamming the sides of his balled fists into the door.
"Ray," Bob said calmly. "Move." Puzzled, Ray did as he was told. Bob briskly walked past Ray, storming up to the door, and with one good power kick the door came flying off it's hinges. Ray stared at Bob, clearly impressed. :Well? Are you coming or not?" Bob asked pacing out the door.
The hall was a dirty white color, floor scuffed with years of patients walking down the halls. All the lights were out except for a few scattered along the lenght of many various passages. It was clear, Ray knew. He knew where they were. And it scared the shit out of him.
"Bob," Ray whispered and Bob turned to face him.
"Hm?" He asked.
"I-...I. I know where we are. I think we're in Los Muertos Memorial Hospital For The Clinically Insane." He shuddered. "This place closed down over eight years ago."
"...."The looney bin thats supposed to be haunted?" Ray rolled his eyes.
"Yes, that place. Bob I-" There came a loud crashing noice, making both boys jump. Ahead, under one of th hall lights, a door opened, and someone stepped out. The person turned towards them, red eyes flashing, before the whole apparation disappeared.
"Shit!" Bob muttered. Spinning on his heal he rushed to Ray, grabbing his hand, as he ran in the opposite direction. Ray let Bob blindly lead him though the laybrinth of hallways, twisting and turning throught the dark, silent as death. Bob stopped abruptly.
"Do you heard that?" He asked panicked.
"....Footsteps?" Ray asked wide eyed.
"And more than one person." Bob growled. There came the screech of the intercom.
"Boys!" It sang, "Where ever you are, I'll have you know, my security cameras went down, so, since i cant keep and eye on you... they will." Thousands of footsteps sounded off of the empty walls.
"Shit! Bob I'm scared." Ray sobbed, his voice cracking.
"Its okay. Everythings goind to be okay." Bob soothed, rubbing Rays hand gently with his tumb and squeezing. "I wont let anyone or any-thing- hurt you. I promise." The footsteps began to get louder, closer. A panicked look crossed Rays face. "Shit- Quick! Find a door! Hurry!" Bob whispered urgently. Ray and Bob ran down the hallways, checking every dor they could find, waiting for one to open. Pretty soon the footsteps found them, the hall swarming with zombie like apparations of the inmates that died in the clinic. "Ray stay with me!" Bob called as the stampede swarmed towards them. "Fuck!" Bob screamed, punching blindly at the animals of past humans. A scapel flew through the air, cleanly slicing the side of Bob's cheek and a bit of his nose.
"Bob! This door!" Ray called through all the commotion, just as soon as a fire extinguisher came down on his head. He swayed momentarily, holding his head in which began pouring blood. Bob fought his way to the door Ray designated, cracking it open for Ray to rush into as he followed. Fighting the crowd back enough to successfully close the door and switch the lock. Upon turning around Ray and Bob found a little girl, sitting in a chair, looking rather innocent as she devoured some sort of animal. Ray couldn't countain himself, he quickly turned to the side, and puked.
"There you ar-"
"Enough!" Bob screamed, grabbing the nearest object, which just happened to be an IV stand, and bashing it briskly over the girls head. "Look at what you've done! Playing this sick game! You ruined out lives, killed out friends! Ad hurt the boy i think i might love!" Bob smashed the pole over her head a good three times before he was sure she was unconscious. He then tied her to the chair that she sat in using the filthy bed sheets that littered the floor. He was not aware that the noice of the apparations had stopped. Finding a little black backpack that looked relatively new, probably Liliths, he searched through it, successfully finding a cellphone. After dialing 911 he rushed over to Ray, who was breathing shallowly against the wall. Tears welled in Bobs eyes.
"Im so sorry Ray... so sorry. I- i couldn't keep my promise." Bob's voice got lower and lower until it was a whisper. "I'm so sorry..."
"Mmm.... Bob?" Ray Moaned. "I-...... I think i might love you too." Ray smiled weakly, and Bob kissed him. He didnt care that Ray couldn't kiss back. He didnt care about the copper taste in his mouth from either his or Ray's blood. He didnt care that he felt dizzy, he only cared about Ray.
"I love you," Bob smiled, "Its okay. Everything is going to be okay...." Bob sat down, slumped against the bloody wall, Ray leaning heavily on him, but he didn't care.
Images flashed in his mind. Memories.The look Frank and Gerard both got in their eyes when they saw eachother, the same look Bob envied. The day Bob and Ray were abandoned at a gas station by a drunken Gerard, high Frank, and a very annoyed Mikey. The night Ray spent curled in Bob's warm embrace until Mikey realised he left a very sleepy Afro-man and a very pissed Bob at a gas station for six hours. The magic trick Frank performed by "Making Bob's keys disappear using only Rays Hair!". All these memories of people, family, best friends. But mostly Ray. His bright smile he got on stage as he shredded out one of his best solos ever written, the way his hair was always a moment behind him in his movents. All these memories flooded Bob as he sat with Ray, listening as the police sirens got louder.
It seemed as if summer started yesterday, this summer vacation went wrong... very wrong.
-End-
Author: pansyxdaisy "Breanna"
Pairing: Bob/Ray
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: I decided to write a Part two for "Don't Be Scared... We Have Eternity." I hope its okay....
Warnings: Language, Violence, Murder
Author's Note: This is for the "A Summer Vacation Gone Wrong" contest at mcrfightclub.
Word Count: Umm... there is no othere way for me to do it but manually and... i cant... really.
Don't Be Scared... We Have Eternity. 1/2
Bob awoke to the sight of his one of his best friends, Gerard Way. Dead. Screaming, Bob tried to receed away from the rotting corpse. Eyes gouged out, staring blankly into Bobs baby blues. He couldn't move. Bound to a metal medical table by his arms, waist and legs.
"Help!" Bob bellowed into the empty room. It was like a mellow version of SAW.
"Bob?!" He heard a voice call from the same room. His heart stopped. "Oh Bob thank god you're alive!" Bob lifted his head to see Ray sitting in the corner of the room.
"Ray what the hell happened! One minute I'm playing x-box the next I'm in here! Where the hell are we? And why aren't you chained up too?" A Pained look struck Ray's face.
"Trust me... I am..." Ray stood from his corner, waving his left ankle. It held a very heavy looking shackle. Tracing the chain to its source Bob's eyes began to well with tears.
"Oh... Ray." He breathed. Ray had been chained all right... to a body. Well, half of a body. The chain was wrapped around the torso of Frank Iero. The body was intact from the navel up. Legs missing and intestines leaking out onto the dirty white tiles of the floor.
The sound of heavy metal doors clashed in the back round like thunder to Bob and Ray's sesitive ears. Bob jumped and Ray's free arms shot to his ears, hands clutching them, there was a screeching noise, then a voice.
"Hello boys," Came a gentle female voice from an undiscovered intercom in the left corner above and to the left of Ray's head. "Welcome to my home." Bob laughed.
"You call this a home? Where the fuck are we? ....And you have shitty taste in furniture." Bob mocked shaking his chains. "What the hell is this? Fuck, couldn't afford a matress? Or are you some masochistic sadist bitch or something? Your pets are starting to decomp dearie." Ray shot Bob a death glare, hopefully making him shut up, now was not a time to joke about the death of their friends.
Behind the wall a little girl began to laugh. She was in the control room for the asylum, a room lit darkly, filled with security camera feedback and intercom speakers. She held down the skeak button, leaning forward to the mic she began to laugh.
"Allow me to make the situation clear. Gerard Aurthur Way, age 17, murdered, case: unsolved. Frank Anthony Iero, age 14, murdered along with Mr. Way. Bodies disappear from M.E.'s office four days after murder. Robert Corey Nathaniel Bryar, age 16, Raymond Samuel Toro, age 17, both went missing at 12:48 P.M. saturday afternoon the previous day, no clues to their wherabouts." Ray stood gaping, Bob shook his head.
"Fuck me..." He whispered low enough so only Ray could hear. The speaker screeched before the voice was heard again.
"My name, is Lilith Ilaria Alessia Renata. I-"
"Liar...." Ray muttered thinking, his hand raised to his mouth.
"What?" Bob asked confused, lifting his head to make eye contact with Ray.
"Excuse me." Lilith blared over the speaker annoyed.
"Liar!" Ray yelled at the speaker.
"....Very good." Lilith commented, "Continue. The blonde looks confused."
"What? I am!" Bob looked at Ray incredously, "Explain?" He asked, eyebrow quirked.
"Remember the story on the news?" Ray questioned, "Two boys found dead, only evidence was "Liar" carved on the door. Lilith Ilaria Alessia Renata. L- I- A- R. Liar. It was her, she murdered those two boys. She murdered..." Ray swallowed hard, not sure if he could bring himself to speak. "Gerard... and Frank..."
"Bravo," Clapping errupted over the speaker, "You figured out what the cops couldn't! You think they would notice the periods separating the letters but no-oh!" Sarcasm floated off the girls word. "Ray, Gerard has a gift for you, In his pockets, and considering Bob is a little... tied up at the moment, you must retrieve it."
Ray shook as he took the first step forward. He cautiously moved forward, careful step after another, eyes clenching shut as he heard the sickening scrape of Franks body dragging along with him. He made his way across the room without any problem, no traps, or anything he'd expect from watching horror film after horror film. Ray finally made it to the metal table after what seemed like hours passed. Holding his breath, Ray tenderly slipped his hand into Gerard's front left pocket, praying to God that he found whatever it was on the first try, He did. His hand wrapped around something cold and hard, emerging with a set of keys. Rusted and browned, small traces of blood speckled on it.
Moving to free Bob, Ray removed the tie on his waist, it wasn't until Ray got to Bob's wrists that Bob spoke.
"I think i want to keep these ones on." Bob winked, "Kinky." Ray knew Bob was trying to lighten the mood, but it wasn't helping. He just rolled his eyes sighing.
"We need to get out of here." Ray mumbled, freeing the rest of Bob's bonds. Bob sat up and slid off of the table that he was previously strapped to for God knows how long.
"Keys." Bob ordered, and Ray obliged.
Kneeling down Bob swallowed hard, not even three feet away fron Frank's rotting corpse. He knew though, he knew that he had to be the one to remove the bonds that chained Ray to one of the worst sights possible. To make Ray do it, would be unfair. Over time Ray and Frank had grown very close. Creating a bond only those two individuals could. All those sleepless nights writing riffs that created perfect harmony. Gone. Frank, and all those songs Ray couldn't bear to play alone. Gone. All of it. And most important. Frank. Was gone. The songs were written for two... and no one could replace a guy like Frank. Ray felt an emptiness grow in his heart. A hole only a true friend could fill. Closing his eyes, Ray refused to open them until he heard the click of the metal falling away from his chaffed ankle.
"We need to get out of here." Ray stated as he retreived the keys rom Bob. "Maybe these keys could open the door."
"There's a door?"
"...Yeah. Right there." Until Ray pointed it out, Bob had never noticed the heavey white door that was in the corner of the room. From where he had been strapped on the table, the door was behind him. Ray hurriedly walked over to the door, swiftly trying every key in the lock that just wouldnt open. "Dammit!" He pouted angrily, slamming the sides of his balled fists into the door.
"Ray," Bob said calmly. "Move." Puzzled, Ray did as he was told. Bob briskly walked past Ray, storming up to the door, and with one good power kick the door came flying off it's hinges. Ray stared at Bob, clearly impressed. :Well? Are you coming or not?" Bob asked pacing out the door.
The hall was a dirty white color, floor scuffed with years of patients walking down the halls. All the lights were out except for a few scattered along the lenght of many various passages. It was clear, Ray knew. He knew where they were. And it scared the shit out of him.
"Bob," Ray whispered and Bob turned to face him.
"Hm?" He asked.
"I-...I. I know where we are. I think we're in Los Muertos Memorial Hospital For The Clinically Insane." He shuddered. "This place closed down over eight years ago."
"...."The looney bin thats supposed to be haunted?" Ray rolled his eyes.
"Yes, that place. Bob I-" There came a loud crashing noice, making both boys jump. Ahead, under one of th hall lights, a door opened, and someone stepped out. The person turned towards them, red eyes flashing, before the whole apparation disappeared.
"Shit!" Bob muttered. Spinning on his heal he rushed to Ray, grabbing his hand, as he ran in the opposite direction. Ray let Bob blindly lead him though the laybrinth of hallways, twisting and turning throught the dark, silent as death. Bob stopped abruptly.
"Do you heard that?" He asked panicked.
"....Footsteps?" Ray asked wide eyed.
"And more than one person." Bob growled. There came the screech of the intercom.
"Boys!" It sang, "Where ever you are, I'll have you know, my security cameras went down, so, since i cant keep and eye on you... they will." Thousands of footsteps sounded off of the empty walls.
"Shit! Bob I'm scared." Ray sobbed, his voice cracking.
"Its okay. Everythings goind to be okay." Bob soothed, rubbing Rays hand gently with his tumb and squeezing. "I wont let anyone or any-thing- hurt you. I promise." The footsteps began to get louder, closer. A panicked look crossed Rays face. "Shit- Quick! Find a door! Hurry!" Bob whispered urgently. Ray and Bob ran down the hallways, checking every dor they could find, waiting for one to open. Pretty soon the footsteps found them, the hall swarming with zombie like apparations of the inmates that died in the clinic. "Ray stay with me!" Bob called as the stampede swarmed towards them. "Fuck!" Bob screamed, punching blindly at the animals of past humans. A scapel flew through the air, cleanly slicing the side of Bob's cheek and a bit of his nose.
"Bob! This door!" Ray called through all the commotion, just as soon as a fire extinguisher came down on his head. He swayed momentarily, holding his head in which began pouring blood. Bob fought his way to the door Ray designated, cracking it open for Ray to rush into as he followed. Fighting the crowd back enough to successfully close the door and switch the lock. Upon turning around Ray and Bob found a little girl, sitting in a chair, looking rather innocent as she devoured some sort of animal. Ray couldn't countain himself, he quickly turned to the side, and puked.
"There you ar-"
"Enough!" Bob screamed, grabbing the nearest object, which just happened to be an IV stand, and bashing it briskly over the girls head. "Look at what you've done! Playing this sick game! You ruined out lives, killed out friends! Ad hurt the boy i think i might love!" Bob smashed the pole over her head a good three times before he was sure she was unconscious. He then tied her to the chair that she sat in using the filthy bed sheets that littered the floor. He was not aware that the noice of the apparations had stopped. Finding a little black backpack that looked relatively new, probably Liliths, he searched through it, successfully finding a cellphone. After dialing 911 he rushed over to Ray, who was breathing shallowly against the wall. Tears welled in Bobs eyes.
"Im so sorry Ray... so sorry. I- i couldn't keep my promise." Bob's voice got lower and lower until it was a whisper. "I'm so sorry..."
"Mmm.... Bob?" Ray Moaned. "I-...... I think i might love you too." Ray smiled weakly, and Bob kissed him. He didnt care that Ray couldn't kiss back. He didnt care about the copper taste in his mouth from either his or Ray's blood. He didnt care that he felt dizzy, he only cared about Ray.
"I love you," Bob smiled, "Its okay. Everything is going to be okay...." Bob sat down, slumped against the bloody wall, Ray leaning heavily on him, but he didn't care.
Images flashed in his mind. Memories.The look Frank and Gerard both got in their eyes when they saw eachother, the same look Bob envied. The day Bob and Ray were abandoned at a gas station by a drunken Gerard, high Frank, and a very annoyed Mikey. The night Ray spent curled in Bob's warm embrace until Mikey realised he left a very sleepy Afro-man and a very pissed Bob at a gas station for six hours. The magic trick Frank performed by "Making Bob's keys disappear using only Rays Hair!". All these memories of people, family, best friends. But mostly Ray. His bright smile he got on stage as he shredded out one of his best solos ever written, the way his hair was always a moment behind him in his movents. All these memories flooded Bob as he sat with Ray, listening as the police sirens got louder.
It seemed as if summer started yesterday, this summer vacation went wrong... very wrong.
-End-