Get Up and Kill (part B)
Title: Get Up and Kill (part B)
Summary:"That's what I asked!" Mikey's eyes get wide in the light from the moon that's leaking in through the blinds.
"I think I heard someone break in, will you be quiet, where's your phone I'm calling 911."
Warnings: Slight Cussing, Slight gore..and Character Death
Disclaimer: I'm not famous or rich enough to claim any of this as my own.
It's silent, Gerard tosses and turns to create noise, any noise. His iPod's too far away, and under a pile of clothes to bother getting. He huffs a breath, and turns back over. There's a hurried knock at the bedroom door before it's flung open then shut just as quickly, lock turning.
Sitting up, Gerard can barely make out Mikey's form walking briskly over to the bed and almost jumping in next to him. He was shaking like a leaf.
"Mikey what th-"
"Shhhh!" He slaps a hand over Gerard's mouth.
"Mirkeh mut uh ell?" Mikey let's go.
"What?"
"That's what I asked!" Mikey's eyes get wide in the light from the moonlight that's leaking in through the blinds.
"I think I heard someone break in, will you be quiet, where's your phone I'm calling 911."
"My phones on the couch, what the hell?" Gerard gets out of bed, ignoring Mikey's protests. He grabs the baseball bat that they were given as a house-warming present jokingly from Ray for situations such as these. Honestly, it wasn't expected to be used.
Gerard unlocked the door and creeped slowly into the hall, looking around the corner into the living room., he hears a vaguely familiar clicking noise, there appeared to be someone standing next to the couch. Shit.
Gerard can feel Mikey standing behind him, and mentally counts to three. After three he waits a few more seconds, the person still just standing there. Gerard briskly runs into the living area screaming, "THIS IS SPARTA!!!" What? It was the only thing he can remember being yelled.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" The person standing by the couch turns, face illuminated by a cell phone.
"FRANK!?" Mikey comes rushing into the room with a croquet mallet. "MIKEY STOP! It's just Frank."
"Oh, hey Frank." Mikey discards the mallet by leaning it against the nearest wall.
"Dude, your remote is broken." Frank nonchalantly picked said remote up and clicked the 'Power On' button over and over, with no results he threw it back down.
"There's no power, in the whole block probably...why are you here? It's-" A quick glance to the wall clock, "1:30 in the morning."
"It is? You guys gave me a key and said whenever, I though you meant 'whenever'." Mikey shrugged at Gerard to mean, 'he's got a point'.
"What's with the screaming and blunt objects?" Frank asked while texting someone back on his phone.
"Mikey thought you were a burglar."
"Haha, I wonder if I could consider that if the whole band thing falls through..." Frank was still texting, barely paying attention.
"Well there's that or a hooker." Mikey muttered, feeling around to sit down on the couch. It was easier now that eyes had adjusted.
"Yeah or that..." Frank mumbled finishing his text off. Both Gerard and Mikey snickered to themselves. There was a knocking sound at the door, Frank looked up before saying, "Oh, yeah..some weird chick standing around your door, didn't say much, kinda grabby though."
The banging sounded again. "Who is it?" Gerard asks, carefully walking toward the door to look out. He sees no one. "Stalkers are getting more ninja-like."
Stepping away from the door he joins Mikey on the couch, accidentally sitting on the discarded remote. There was more knock/banging at the door. Before Gerard could stand Frank was opening it up, a dull looking girl stood there. She was your typical emo stereotype, fringe, skinny jeans, Green Day messenger bag.
"What? What do you want? Autographs, a picture, to have our children?" She didn't move or look up. "Oh come on." Frank crossed his arms, "You're not seriously guilty for having actually found the Way Brother's much less the one and only Frank Iero as well, right?
The girl looked up, through her fringe you could see her white and bloodshot eyes. "Whoa, hey you've got those kickass Marylin Manson-y contacts huh? You know they fuck up your eyes and make you act like a douche right?"
She stumbled forward, Frank reaching out quickly to keep her from falling. When he tried to push her away she was biting into his jacket sleeve. "Hey, no! I did not buy this for you to drool on." She didn't detach her jaw from the material.
"It's like your new puppy." Mikey commented smiling.
"Dude, I don't think she's okay. We should call the cops to get her home if anything." Gerard stood as he spoke and walked toward Frank who was shaking his arm vigorously attempting to rid himself of the girl. "Stop it!" Gerard slugged Frank's arm.
"Hey, fucker...she's..she's gnawing on my jacket...that's...just...horrible really."
She suddenly pulled back, wavering slightly as she straightened up. Her mouth hung open, her lifeless gaze intent.
"Did either of you notice her bloody arm?" Mikey asks tentatively standing and looking past Gerard. Sure enough, through her fishnet gloves her hand was spoiled a rusty red color from the blood that had dripped down her forearm
"She's really not okay, she promises." Frank says absentmindedly as his phone vibrates signaling a new text. "Weird, Bob says someone at a bar bit him earlier, he's not feeling too well now."
Mikey's brow furrowed in concern, Gerard's still preoccupied with stalker-girl. She was shuffling slowly into the apartment now.
"What are you on? Does any of this register with you? You're bleeding pretty badly it looks." Gerard sees her stop moving closer, she just stands there again. Frank's phone buzzes with another text.
"What the....Bob just sent, 'I think it's just-' and then a bunch of weird characters....Bob doesn't normally do that, does he?"
"Not that I know of." Gerard replies.
"Uhm, Frank." Mikey counters.
"I mean, maybe that's what it was he was trying to convey, he is all deep and shit sometimes."
"Frank."
"Yeah, but mostly it's you who just replies with asdfghjkl."
"Frank!" Mikey yells out suddenly.
"God what!?" Frank looks to Mikey, who's pointing to the girl at the door. She's moving again, tilting her head up to look straight into Frank's face. Before anyone else moves she lunges forward again. She knocks Frank over into Gerard, who trips away and over the coffee table.
"Shit, she's fucking....SHE IS BREAKING SKIN!" Mikey attempts pushing her off Frank, she just reaches up and scratches at his face. Gerard's up and throwing the nearest thing at her, it just happens to be the remote and not very effective.
He stands shocked as Frank kicks out, Mikey running past, then back. Gerard catches a flash of him swinging something, there's a loud crack, the girl pulls off of Frank. She stares up blankly, her mouth is red. Frank doesn't move, Gerard thinks maybe he passed out. She moves to grab onto Mikey, he swings the croquet mallet he had earlier into her head once more.
"Mikey!"
"She's...Gerard...you know what she looks like!" He swings again, the crack is louder than before. She falls to the side, not moving. There's a shocked silence. The only sound was Frank's heavy breathing. Gerard rushes forward to check out Frank as Mikey quickly pushes the girl the rest of the way through the door and shuts it on her.
"Frank, Frankie? Shit, Get a towel or something!" Frank opens his eyes wide. Mikey hands you a damp dishtowel. Gerard rolls up Frank's sleeve and put pressure on the bite mark. There's thudding at the door again.
"Gerard....you know what she looks like." Mikey says again faintly. He's staring at the quickly reddening towel in hand.
"She's not..it's just...IT'S NOT EVEN 2012!"
"Pretending things aren't real doesn't make them untrue." Frank's eyes are closed again, Gerard knows he's listening though. "The guy from Indiana got bit, Bob got...and now Frankie's...He's gonna turn Gee."
Frank's shaking, from crying partially and from the disease spreading, Gerard's almost sure.
"I don't want to believe zombies are real, I don't want Frank to be infected.....but we've gotta face facts."
"What facts!? The fake ones that keep George Romero making movies!? MOVIES! That's all that shit is, zombies..they...fuck."
"Gerard..." Frank speaks now, " I think Mikey's right...." He reaches and takes the hand and the towel off his arm. The teeth marks are hidden behind the blood, but the surrounding area is darkening, dying. Frank laughed weakly, but hysterically. "At least I'm gonna die in a totally kickass way right?"
"Frankie, you're not gonna die!"
"Denial never really works for you does it?" Gerard doesn't reply, just runs a hand through his unruly hair. Looking down at his clothes, still in a plain black t-shirt and most comfortable (thankyouverymuch) batman logo'd pajama bottoms.
"Do you want us to wait for you to turn, before..." Mikey asks quietly. There's more banging at the door now.
"Yeah..but like, you better be ready..I don't wanna bite you guys."
"I don't think I could do that..." Gerard mutters.
"I could." Mikey twirls the mallet in his hands.
"I would be honored to die by your hand mikeyway." Frank says it and smiles, and it makes Gerard's heart ache at how accepting of this he seems to be. His breathing getting harsher all the while, his blood starting to pool under his arm on the floor. "Hey, just be glad you're the Way Brothers, if any people are prepared for this shit it's you guys. Make me proud, and bash a few extra heads in for me, alright?"
It's quiet for a few minutes, aside from the occasional thump on the door. Frank suddenly breaks the silence, he starts singing.
"When I was, a young boy..."
"Frankie..." Gerard says, a lump forms in the back of his throat. Even as ridiculous as this song feels at the moment, it's just the sort of thing Gerard's come to expect from Frank.
"My father took me into the city, to see a marching band. And I said...today you've grown up, and you'll be the savior of the broken the beaten and the damned."
"Frankie don't...just..." A tear slides down and drop off Gerard's chin. Frank smiles and continues.
"And I know you'll defeat them, the demons, and all the zombie flesh eaters, and the brains they'll try to eat." A quiet laugh slips from Mikey. "Because today...I'll leave you.." Frank's words are getting slurred now, " A zombie to be killed, what a bummer...then I'll join the Black Parade..." He blows a sloppy kiss with his good arm at Gerard and Mikey and then his head lulls back and he closes his eyes.
Gerard stands silently, attempting to keep the hysterics away. Mikey's hand on his shoulder, Gerard feels the mallet brush his leg and remembers what has to be done soon. He can't help but milk the moment of silence for Frank though.
Looking towards Mikey, he nods in affirmation of the task. Mikey raises the mallet back, Gerard closes his eyes. Frank opens his.
Part 3