In the Darkness
Title: In the Darkness
Author: ME!
Rating: R for violence
Pairing: Implied Frank/Gerard
Disclaimer: I own nothing but merchandice and an overactive imagination
Summary: Stunk in an attic, surrounded by more than darkness...
Warning: Blood (lots of it), gore, character death
Bandom: My Chemical Romance
Author's Note: Based on 30 Days of Night which is an amazing film!
A gloved hand shook me awake, even through five layers I could feel the stitching of the glove on my skin like it was trying to leave an imprint there. My eyes snapped open, my fingers tightening around the axe that lies with me like a safely blanket ready to attack.
“Your turn,” Bob croaked, looking more worn than yesterday. It may have been yesterday. With no sunlight everything melts into one terrible never ending nightmare. His normally vibrant blue eyes had sunk in on themselves and become dark, his skin was blotchy with random spots of blood from burst capillaries in his cheeks and his lips were almost purple, cracked and scabbed. I got up from my mass of sheets without a fuss before taking the stop by the hole in the blinds, the bloodstained axe knocking at my heels. The world outside was white, thick snow covering everything but the blood of those less fortunate who were caught and slaughtered in the twilight like animals that has seeped through the fresh layer. It’s hard to believe it’s what I used to call home.
We slept in shifts, Bob, Ray, Mikey and me, to protect ourselves. We all had weapons and we’ve all killed. We needed to keep ourselves safe. We huddled under stolen blankets, coats, drapes anything that will keep us warm in the blizzard. The wind whistled through the attic like it wasn’t even there. We were all so cold…
Someone stirred behind me; I could sense it and I tensed up, ready to fight my way out. I couldn’t take my eyes off the world though. They’ll move if I did, they’ll get us like they got everyone else.
We’d be slaughtered like animals. Like our families, our loved ones, our friends, our neighbours, our enemies.
Like Gerard.
“Hey,” I heard Ray whisper. We had to whisper. Too much noise and we’d be done for. I moved my free hand to acknowledge him, still watching the white wilderness for any sign of movement, the other hand still on the axe that’s more like a best friend that a weapon. Ray walked in front of me, huddled in blankets and scarves like a homeless guy and looked in the ration trunk. All the food we had was in there.
“We’re running low,” he says almost silently before grabbing a bag of cookies. “Looks like its Oreos today.”
Ray was in charge of the rationing, he was good at that sort of thing. He’d kept us alive so far. He leaned against the wall by the window I was sat in front of and counted the Oreos before putting them into four even piles, the crumbs staying in the bag for more desperate times. He pushed my six for the day towards me and tried to smile. There’s nothing to smile about. We’d lost everything we ever had; we were reduced to basic survival and we didn’t know for how long, we didn’t even know if what happened to us had happened anywhere else.
“We’ll get out of here soon,” Ray said, putting four of the Oreos into one of his many pockets. One stayed on the floor as he split the other one in two to lick out the inside, to make it last longer.
“You say that every day,” I said, studying the shadows for anything, the barrenness starting to get to me.
“Bound to happen soon.”
“What if it doesn’t? What if we’re stuck here until they get us?” I take my eyes off the wilderness and look at Ray for the first time. He looked like hell; cuts line his face, splinters from the door we had to break to get into the attic, bags under his eyes like black eye bruises, his knuckles cracked and bleeding from the wounds that haven’t healed. He stopped licking the Oreo inside and stared at the wall in front of him.
“They’ll never get me.” He patted the handgun under the mass of fabric that covered him. “There’s always one bullet left before the end.”
He didn’t have to say anymore. I knew what he meant. Mikey and I already had the same pact.
“It’s funny. A month ago we were on top of the world,” I said, going back to looking outside. “We had everything we could ever want and now…”
“We’ve got nothing,” Ray finished. “We’re worse off than when we started.”
Further on from Ray, Mikey slept against the wall, huddled up like a gerbil within old blankets. We’d all had our hardships but he had it the hardest.
We all had to watch Gerard die, but to us it was as a best friend, to him it was his brother, his rock since childhood. For days he would wake up screaming, almost killing us all but we understood why he did it. We would have to console him and keep him from screaming and giving away our location even if it did leave us in floods of tears too. We all missed Gerard but we had to move on and keep going.
Mikey twitched beneath his blankets. Ray moved to sit next to him. Out of all of us Mikey looked the worse, he was so thin he was barely there anymore, it was like looking at a shadow, his face was gaunt and drawn out. The shirt he wore still had Gerard’s blood on it. When he was awake Ray gave him his share of the food. He ate two of them slowly and left the others where they were put.
There wasn’t much to do to keep ourselves from going mad. Bob had a pack of cards but there were only so many games we knew that didn’t involve getting blind drunk so most of the time we told stories of our past, movies we’d seen, books we’d read or off the top of our heads. I was never very good at those kinds. I’d either fall into silence or get lost so I never finished. Bob was the best story teller. It was almost like listening to old radio, he had that kind of voice that demanded attention from whoever was near by. When he woke up he was in a story telling mood and soon we were all engaged in a reworked child’s fairytale that was more adult and risqué. Mikey was watching outside, he stroked the handgun in his lap like it was a dog. The wind still whistled through as I lost myself in Bob’s voice. The cookies felt good in my stomach and I almost fell asleep.
Almost.
I bolted out of it when I saw Mikey tense up, leaping to his side and into action just in case the worst had finally happened.
“I saw something,” he hissed, pointing to the shadow of the house opposite with a half gloved finger.
“Something what?” Ray asked.
“Something human looking.” The soft click indicated Bob had grabbed his shotgun, always loaded in case of ambush attack. We all looked out of the small hole in the blind and something defiantly moved. We froze; the only noises were the wind and my heartbeat in my ears. When I saw the person stagger out onto the faint light from the moon I nearly collapsed. In front of our eyes the person fell to the ground, we heard him cough loudly before spitting and trying to stand. We’d all heard that cough before.
“Gee?” Mikey said softly, pressing his face closer to the glass. There was no mistaking the way the person moved and swaggered, the black hair swirling in the freezing wind. He was making his way towards us.
“That’s impossible,” Bob remarked, still not loosening his grip on his weapon. Not one of us did. Gerard looked up at us staring through the hole and physically gasped, moving faster towards the boarded up door. Soon enough he was banging on it, calling our names like nothing had happened. I could hear his teeth chattering with each broken syllable that fell from his blue lips.
“Guys? Let me in! Please let me in!” He chanted it like a mantra, like it would save him if he kept saying it.
“What do we do?” I asked the question everyone was thinking.
“This is impossible. We saw him ripped apart by those…things!” Ray said. “We felt his blood hit us. He can’t just be standing there like it didn’t happen, calling to us.”
“We might have cabin fever,” Bob said with a silent sigh. That was the last thing we needed. Mikey stayed quiet, staring at his brother in the snow.
“If we leave him out there he’ll give us away,” Ray hissed, his handgun now out for all to see. “But he could be bait.”
When we first took refuge in the attic a girl was sent down the middle of the street, blood on her pink coat. She was calling for help. We had to stop Ray diving for the hatch to let her in, it was a trap. Along the rooftops we saw figures lined up ready to attack whoever came out. None of us left the attic and she was torn to bloody shreds before us. The stain was still there for days afterwards.
“There’s nothing on the rooftops,” Bob said. That was all Mikey needed. He ran out of the chair and had opened the hatch before we could catch him. Bob had pinned him to the wall before he could get to the front door. Gerard was defiantly at the door, he was trying to look through the boarded up window. He must have heard the commotion.
“Mikey? Mikey are you in there? Let me in man! I’m freezing out here!”
Ray nudged me and raised his gun. I braced myself with my axe as we walked slowly to the door. Trap or not we sensed a fight on our hands. I reached for the door and unlocked it; Gerard tumbled in shaking the snow off his shoulders. I slammed the door shut after him. Ray pointed the gun to his head and glared at him. Mikey struggled against Bob at the wall. I put the blade of my axe against the back of his neck.
“What a warm entrance!” Gerard joked, standing tall and in one piece. Mikey stopped struggling then and just stared at what appeared to be a miracle. Ray and I didn’t move. Gerard raised his arms in surrender. “Guys, seriously what’s with all the hostility?”
“We saw you die,” I hissed. “We saw you ripped to pieces. We saw those things that are out there eat you. We heard you scream for mercy until you had no throat to scream out of anymore. We have your blood on our clothes. What the fuck is going on ’cause we’re all pretty fucking confused here!”
“To be honest with you I don’t remember too much. All I do remember is being pulled away from you and waking up alone in the same spot.”
“So you don’t remember yelling for help, you don’t remember the sounds of the shots when Bob slugged three of them dead?” Ray questioned, still not lowering his weapon. Gerard shook his head. Bob and Mikey slowly walked towards us, Bob’s shotgun raised with Ray’s. Mikey looked lost and about to crumple. Gerard turned to look at him and smiled, letting his arms fall outstretched to his brother. Mikey didn’t move. No one did.
“Mikey please don’t do this. You recognise me, right?”
“I recognise you, but I still don’t know if it’s my brain fucking with me.”
“Mikey I’m real, see?” We all tensed when Gerard touched Mikey, grabbing his hand. Mikey fell into his open embrace. I pulled him out almost instantly.
“You may be real but that doesn’t change what we saw,” I said bitterly.
“Guys. What’s gotten into you? If this is what you’re like without me I’ll make sure not to leave again,” Gerard smiled. I pressed the blade against his throat hard so a thin trail of blood seeped out of his abnormally pale skin.
“You really have no idea what we’ve been through. If this is one big mind fuck then joke’s over!” I said.
“What will it take to prove to you I’m real?” Gerard asked, looking relaxed as ever. Like nothing had ever happened. Like we weren’t stuck in a blizzard with diminishing food supplies with death all around us. None of us answered his question. Mikey had even pulled out his gun with shaking hands.
“We can’t trust you,” Ray said, shaking his head.
“At least you still have a good sense of judgement,” Gerard grinned turning to face him. Ray’s eyes fell wide, his jaw slacked. He cocked his gun. The click echoed in the room. “Oh please, as if that’ll do anything.”
“I’ve killed three of you before. I can kill you too,” Ray muttered, his hands shaking. Gerard tried to walk towards him but Bob reminded him of the firepower right next to his ear. We couldn’t see what Ray was shaking about.
“But this is different. I’m your best friend Ray, have been ever since high school. Really think you can pull the trigger and wipe me off the planet again?”
“Again?” Mike’s voice wobbled. It all slotted into place.
“Holy fuck! He’s one of them!” I shouted, getting ready to swing, to cut his head off.
“Congratulations Frankie but I’m afraid you face the same dilemma as Ray. Really think you can kill your best friend? All that stuff we did on stage, you can't possibley say that was all for the fans cause I know it wasn't. Not if what we did after was anything to go by.”
“How?” Mikey asked. Gerard turned to face him. I saw his black eyes, the rows of pointed teeth like a shark, the crocked smile that sent shivers down my spine.
“Remember when we were kids and we used to watch monster movies? I always used to say if the vampires came I would give myself to them. You always thought it was a joke. They did wonders faking it even though I know they wanted to do it for real.”
“But…the blood…” Mikey stuttered.
“Another hapless victims and a little but of my own.”
“You fucker!” Bob snapped, hitting Gerard in the face with the butt of his gun. Gerard was sent tumbling to the floor. We all re-aimed but neither of us could actually finish him. We still saw him as Gerard, our best friend and lovable rascal rather than flesh eating monster that could kill us all if he tried.
“I’ve come to tell you that they’re coming. You think you’ve seen bad, then you know nothing of what’s about to happen. It’ll be so much worse than this. I’ve come to save you.”
“Bullshit!” Bob spat. “You’ve come to kill us!”
“Why would I want to kill you guys? I’m asking you to join me. W can be together once again just like the old days. Your way of life is coming to an end. I’m giving you a chance. I suggest you take it.”
“I suggest you eat metal asshole!” I yelled, swinging the axe into Gerard’s shoulder, almost severing his arm off completely. He howled in the high pitched tone that made our hearts spike with fear. It was the same sound they made before they killed. More blood splattered on me as he twisted to stare at me, his pitch black eyes unreadable. He growled and pounced, pinning me to the wall with enough force to make my bones shake. His grip tightened around my neck. All I could do was wheeze as he lifted me off the floor. Bob fired a shot as it subsided. I scrabbled away as Gerard howled again. More howls followed but they weren’t from him.
We were fucking surrounded.
“They’re coming,” Gerard grinned again before Ray fired into his neck. He lurched forward but didn’t fall. He kept breathing and grinning. He faced Mikey, blood oozing from his neck wound and into his black trench coat.
“We can be brothers in the second life,” he said clearly. Mikey stared for a while before shaking his head.
“My brother died. You’re not my Gerard. You’re not anything to me but a monster.” Gerard faked emotional hurt before flipping and grabbing Mikey and throwing him against the wall. There was a definite snap. He grinned that shark smile again as Ray fired another bullet into his chest. Bob got another in his wounded shoulder. It snapped his arm off yet still he walked towards unconscious Mikey like nothing had affected him.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I yelled, swinging the axe into his neck. More blood sprayed out as he finally fell to his knees. I yanked the axe out, gore on the blade before Bob gave the final shot to the head, brain matter and shards of skull flying everywhere imaginable. Gerard’s body leaked as it lay on the floor. We grabbed Mikey and headed back to the attic, preparing for the biggest fight of our lives…
Author: ME!
Rating: R for violence
Pairing: Implied Frank/Gerard
Disclaimer: I own nothing but merchandice and an overactive imagination
Summary: Stunk in an attic, surrounded by more than darkness...
Warning: Blood (lots of it), gore, character death
Bandom: My Chemical Romance
Author's Note: Based on 30 Days of Night which is an amazing film!
A gloved hand shook me awake, even through five layers I could feel the stitching of the glove on my skin like it was trying to leave an imprint there. My eyes snapped open, my fingers tightening around the axe that lies with me like a safely blanket ready to attack.
“Your turn,” Bob croaked, looking more worn than yesterday. It may have been yesterday. With no sunlight everything melts into one terrible never ending nightmare. His normally vibrant blue eyes had sunk in on themselves and become dark, his skin was blotchy with random spots of blood from burst capillaries in his cheeks and his lips were almost purple, cracked and scabbed. I got up from my mass of sheets without a fuss before taking the stop by the hole in the blinds, the bloodstained axe knocking at my heels. The world outside was white, thick snow covering everything but the blood of those less fortunate who were caught and slaughtered in the twilight like animals that has seeped through the fresh layer. It’s hard to believe it’s what I used to call home.
We slept in shifts, Bob, Ray, Mikey and me, to protect ourselves. We all had weapons and we’ve all killed. We needed to keep ourselves safe. We huddled under stolen blankets, coats, drapes anything that will keep us warm in the blizzard. The wind whistled through the attic like it wasn’t even there. We were all so cold…
Someone stirred behind me; I could sense it and I tensed up, ready to fight my way out. I couldn’t take my eyes off the world though. They’ll move if I did, they’ll get us like they got everyone else.
We’d be slaughtered like animals. Like our families, our loved ones, our friends, our neighbours, our enemies.
Like Gerard.
“Hey,” I heard Ray whisper. We had to whisper. Too much noise and we’d be done for. I moved my free hand to acknowledge him, still watching the white wilderness for any sign of movement, the other hand still on the axe that’s more like a best friend that a weapon. Ray walked in front of me, huddled in blankets and scarves like a homeless guy and looked in the ration trunk. All the food we had was in there.
“We’re running low,” he says almost silently before grabbing a bag of cookies. “Looks like its Oreos today.”
Ray was in charge of the rationing, he was good at that sort of thing. He’d kept us alive so far. He leaned against the wall by the window I was sat in front of and counted the Oreos before putting them into four even piles, the crumbs staying in the bag for more desperate times. He pushed my six for the day towards me and tried to smile. There’s nothing to smile about. We’d lost everything we ever had; we were reduced to basic survival and we didn’t know for how long, we didn’t even know if what happened to us had happened anywhere else.
“We’ll get out of here soon,” Ray said, putting four of the Oreos into one of his many pockets. One stayed on the floor as he split the other one in two to lick out the inside, to make it last longer.
“You say that every day,” I said, studying the shadows for anything, the barrenness starting to get to me.
“Bound to happen soon.”
“What if it doesn’t? What if we’re stuck here until they get us?” I take my eyes off the wilderness and look at Ray for the first time. He looked like hell; cuts line his face, splinters from the door we had to break to get into the attic, bags under his eyes like black eye bruises, his knuckles cracked and bleeding from the wounds that haven’t healed. He stopped licking the Oreo inside and stared at the wall in front of him.
“They’ll never get me.” He patted the handgun under the mass of fabric that covered him. “There’s always one bullet left before the end.”
He didn’t have to say anymore. I knew what he meant. Mikey and I already had the same pact.
“It’s funny. A month ago we were on top of the world,” I said, going back to looking outside. “We had everything we could ever want and now…”
“We’ve got nothing,” Ray finished. “We’re worse off than when we started.”
Further on from Ray, Mikey slept against the wall, huddled up like a gerbil within old blankets. We’d all had our hardships but he had it the hardest.
We all had to watch Gerard die, but to us it was as a best friend, to him it was his brother, his rock since childhood. For days he would wake up screaming, almost killing us all but we understood why he did it. We would have to console him and keep him from screaming and giving away our location even if it did leave us in floods of tears too. We all missed Gerard but we had to move on and keep going.
Mikey twitched beneath his blankets. Ray moved to sit next to him. Out of all of us Mikey looked the worse, he was so thin he was barely there anymore, it was like looking at a shadow, his face was gaunt and drawn out. The shirt he wore still had Gerard’s blood on it. When he was awake Ray gave him his share of the food. He ate two of them slowly and left the others where they were put.
There wasn’t much to do to keep ourselves from going mad. Bob had a pack of cards but there were only so many games we knew that didn’t involve getting blind drunk so most of the time we told stories of our past, movies we’d seen, books we’d read or off the top of our heads. I was never very good at those kinds. I’d either fall into silence or get lost so I never finished. Bob was the best story teller. It was almost like listening to old radio, he had that kind of voice that demanded attention from whoever was near by. When he woke up he was in a story telling mood and soon we were all engaged in a reworked child’s fairytale that was more adult and risqué. Mikey was watching outside, he stroked the handgun in his lap like it was a dog. The wind still whistled through as I lost myself in Bob’s voice. The cookies felt good in my stomach and I almost fell asleep.
Almost.
I bolted out of it when I saw Mikey tense up, leaping to his side and into action just in case the worst had finally happened.
“I saw something,” he hissed, pointing to the shadow of the house opposite with a half gloved finger.
“Something what?” Ray asked.
“Something human looking.” The soft click indicated Bob had grabbed his shotgun, always loaded in case of ambush attack. We all looked out of the small hole in the blind and something defiantly moved. We froze; the only noises were the wind and my heartbeat in my ears. When I saw the person stagger out onto the faint light from the moon I nearly collapsed. In front of our eyes the person fell to the ground, we heard him cough loudly before spitting and trying to stand. We’d all heard that cough before.
“Gee?” Mikey said softly, pressing his face closer to the glass. There was no mistaking the way the person moved and swaggered, the black hair swirling in the freezing wind. He was making his way towards us.
“That’s impossible,” Bob remarked, still not loosening his grip on his weapon. Not one of us did. Gerard looked up at us staring through the hole and physically gasped, moving faster towards the boarded up door. Soon enough he was banging on it, calling our names like nothing had happened. I could hear his teeth chattering with each broken syllable that fell from his blue lips.
“Guys? Let me in! Please let me in!” He chanted it like a mantra, like it would save him if he kept saying it.
“What do we do?” I asked the question everyone was thinking.
“This is impossible. We saw him ripped apart by those…things!” Ray said. “We felt his blood hit us. He can’t just be standing there like it didn’t happen, calling to us.”
“We might have cabin fever,” Bob said with a silent sigh. That was the last thing we needed. Mikey stayed quiet, staring at his brother in the snow.
“If we leave him out there he’ll give us away,” Ray hissed, his handgun now out for all to see. “But he could be bait.”
When we first took refuge in the attic a girl was sent down the middle of the street, blood on her pink coat. She was calling for help. We had to stop Ray diving for the hatch to let her in, it was a trap. Along the rooftops we saw figures lined up ready to attack whoever came out. None of us left the attic and she was torn to bloody shreds before us. The stain was still there for days afterwards.
“There’s nothing on the rooftops,” Bob said. That was all Mikey needed. He ran out of the chair and had opened the hatch before we could catch him. Bob had pinned him to the wall before he could get to the front door. Gerard was defiantly at the door, he was trying to look through the boarded up window. He must have heard the commotion.
“Mikey? Mikey are you in there? Let me in man! I’m freezing out here!”
Ray nudged me and raised his gun. I braced myself with my axe as we walked slowly to the door. Trap or not we sensed a fight on our hands. I reached for the door and unlocked it; Gerard tumbled in shaking the snow off his shoulders. I slammed the door shut after him. Ray pointed the gun to his head and glared at him. Mikey struggled against Bob at the wall. I put the blade of my axe against the back of his neck.
“What a warm entrance!” Gerard joked, standing tall and in one piece. Mikey stopped struggling then and just stared at what appeared to be a miracle. Ray and I didn’t move. Gerard raised his arms in surrender. “Guys, seriously what’s with all the hostility?”
“We saw you die,” I hissed. “We saw you ripped to pieces. We saw those things that are out there eat you. We heard you scream for mercy until you had no throat to scream out of anymore. We have your blood on our clothes. What the fuck is going on ’cause we’re all pretty fucking confused here!”
“To be honest with you I don’t remember too much. All I do remember is being pulled away from you and waking up alone in the same spot.”
“So you don’t remember yelling for help, you don’t remember the sounds of the shots when Bob slugged three of them dead?” Ray questioned, still not lowering his weapon. Gerard shook his head. Bob and Mikey slowly walked towards us, Bob’s shotgun raised with Ray’s. Mikey looked lost and about to crumple. Gerard turned to look at him and smiled, letting his arms fall outstretched to his brother. Mikey didn’t move. No one did.
“Mikey please don’t do this. You recognise me, right?”
“I recognise you, but I still don’t know if it’s my brain fucking with me.”
“Mikey I’m real, see?” We all tensed when Gerard touched Mikey, grabbing his hand. Mikey fell into his open embrace. I pulled him out almost instantly.
“You may be real but that doesn’t change what we saw,” I said bitterly.
“Guys. What’s gotten into you? If this is what you’re like without me I’ll make sure not to leave again,” Gerard smiled. I pressed the blade against his throat hard so a thin trail of blood seeped out of his abnormally pale skin.
“You really have no idea what we’ve been through. If this is one big mind fuck then joke’s over!” I said.
“What will it take to prove to you I’m real?” Gerard asked, looking relaxed as ever. Like nothing had ever happened. Like we weren’t stuck in a blizzard with diminishing food supplies with death all around us. None of us answered his question. Mikey had even pulled out his gun with shaking hands.
“We can’t trust you,” Ray said, shaking his head.
“At least you still have a good sense of judgement,” Gerard grinned turning to face him. Ray’s eyes fell wide, his jaw slacked. He cocked his gun. The click echoed in the room. “Oh please, as if that’ll do anything.”
“I’ve killed three of you before. I can kill you too,” Ray muttered, his hands shaking. Gerard tried to walk towards him but Bob reminded him of the firepower right next to his ear. We couldn’t see what Ray was shaking about.
“But this is different. I’m your best friend Ray, have been ever since high school. Really think you can pull the trigger and wipe me off the planet again?”
“Again?” Mike’s voice wobbled. It all slotted into place.
“Holy fuck! He’s one of them!” I shouted, getting ready to swing, to cut his head off.
“Congratulations Frankie but I’m afraid you face the same dilemma as Ray. Really think you can kill your best friend? All that stuff we did on stage, you can't possibley say that was all for the fans cause I know it wasn't. Not if what we did after was anything to go by.”
“How?” Mikey asked. Gerard turned to face him. I saw his black eyes, the rows of pointed teeth like a shark, the crocked smile that sent shivers down my spine.
“Remember when we were kids and we used to watch monster movies? I always used to say if the vampires came I would give myself to them. You always thought it was a joke. They did wonders faking it even though I know they wanted to do it for real.”
“But…the blood…” Mikey stuttered.
“Another hapless victims and a little but of my own.”
“You fucker!” Bob snapped, hitting Gerard in the face with the butt of his gun. Gerard was sent tumbling to the floor. We all re-aimed but neither of us could actually finish him. We still saw him as Gerard, our best friend and lovable rascal rather than flesh eating monster that could kill us all if he tried.
“I’ve come to tell you that they’re coming. You think you’ve seen bad, then you know nothing of what’s about to happen. It’ll be so much worse than this. I’ve come to save you.”
“Bullshit!” Bob spat. “You’ve come to kill us!”
“Why would I want to kill you guys? I’m asking you to join me. W can be together once again just like the old days. Your way of life is coming to an end. I’m giving you a chance. I suggest you take it.”
“I suggest you eat metal asshole!” I yelled, swinging the axe into Gerard’s shoulder, almost severing his arm off completely. He howled in the high pitched tone that made our hearts spike with fear. It was the same sound they made before they killed. More blood splattered on me as he twisted to stare at me, his pitch black eyes unreadable. He growled and pounced, pinning me to the wall with enough force to make my bones shake. His grip tightened around my neck. All I could do was wheeze as he lifted me off the floor. Bob fired a shot as it subsided. I scrabbled away as Gerard howled again. More howls followed but they weren’t from him.
We were fucking surrounded.
“They’re coming,” Gerard grinned again before Ray fired into his neck. He lurched forward but didn’t fall. He kept breathing and grinning. He faced Mikey, blood oozing from his neck wound and into his black trench coat.
“We can be brothers in the second life,” he said clearly. Mikey stared for a while before shaking his head.
“My brother died. You’re not my Gerard. You’re not anything to me but a monster.” Gerard faked emotional hurt before flipping and grabbing Mikey and throwing him against the wall. There was a definite snap. He grinned that shark smile again as Ray fired another bullet into his chest. Bob got another in his wounded shoulder. It snapped his arm off yet still he walked towards unconscious Mikey like nothing had affected him.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I yelled, swinging the axe into his neck. More blood sprayed out as he finally fell to his knees. I yanked the axe out, gore on the blade before Bob gave the final shot to the head, brain matter and shards of skull flying everywhere imaginable. Gerard’s body leaked as it lay on the floor. We grabbed Mikey and headed back to the attic, preparing for the biggest fight of our lives…