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 Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:11 am
I rated this PG-13 due to language and horror-movie violence. Also you may note rock-stars being insulted heavily in this but remember that it is purely for the story. I happen to love every single person in this story (that's why I wrote them into it). That being said, I will post the story in segments.
Enjoy and comment! biggrin
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:13 am
1. The Meeting
He walked through the rusty studio doors and into the dark room. Funny, thought Billie Joe, the producer said that they would be meeting here. Yet, as he groped along the wall beside him for a light-switch, he found that it was not working. There was complete silence.
This was the right address; this was the right time? what was going on? A sick feeling began to crawl up, down, and around Billie?s stomach. Suddenly, he heard footsteps. Not exactly soft but very calmly paced?and that worried Billie.
He had seen too many scary movies to call out and inquire who was there. The door was shut behind him. If he tried to open it, one of two things would happen. Either a) the door would open smoothly and he could get out of here or b) it would be locked and he would only accomplish making a lot of noise and alerting the approacher to his location.
Billie Joe couldn?t see a thing. The footsteps were getting closer. He soon found that he had been slowly pressing himself up against the wall and that he had broken out in a cold sweat.
Jesus, Billie, calm down. There?s probably nothing to worry about. So what if you?re all alone in a dark, abandoned room with a locked door and some unidentified stranger making his way steadily towards you?I gotta get out of here!!
Billie dropped the guitar case he was carrying and started pulling and pushing at the door but it seemed that fate ?b? had befallen him. Oh god, he thought. Oh god.
?Hey!? said a voice.
The lead singer from Green Day froze.
The voice called out again. ?Hey, can you help me? My producer said he?d meet me here and now I can?t find him. Are you my producer??
Billie remained still trying to open the door.
?Dude, what?s the big deal??
A hand was put on Billie Joe?s shoulder, causing him to cry out in a pitch far higher than he would want talked about. He lashed out and hit the dark figure, flying in the opposite direction.
?What the ********, dude?? the stranger called after him.
His footsteps echoed through the lonely halls. He knew that if that man (for it was a male) decided to chase after him, it was over. Whether he liked to admit it or not, his legs were far shorter than most men?s and therefore, he probably could not run as fast or far.
He heard someone gasp in front of him. He tried to stop but it was too late?with a crash, he and someone else both fell to the floor.
As he tried to place his hands on the ground and get up, he soon found that the gasping party had been a female.
?Sorry,? he spoke and got up. Somehow, the thought of it being a woman made him feel better. He knew somewhere in his mind that that was a totally unsafe assumption, but he couldn?t help it.
?Who the ******** are you?? She screamed at the top of her lungs, kicking the area that on a regularly sized man would have hurt very much but on Billie Joe, sent the air out of his stomach. He again was sent to the floor, but this time gasping and on his knees.
?My producer said he would be meeting me here,? she went on and Billie could tell she was backing up. ?He said something about a voice-over commercial or something. Now I?m here all alone with perverts like you trying to rape me and s**t!?
?I wasn?t?? he breathed. ?Trying to rape you, goddammit! My producer said he had a new?song idea and called me here. This dark sketchy guy came at me and so I ran this way.?
?Funny,? she snarled. ?Some dark sketchy guy just came at me, too.?
Billie was about to justify that comment when the voice that he had heard previously came from behind him. He spun around and the girl gasped again. Billie could forgive it though.
?Alright, alright,? said the third party. ?I figure we?re all here for the same reason?lying producer bastards or a really smart prankster b*****d. We?ll probably be here for a while, so mind getting acquainted??
?You first,? Billie Joe said quickly.
?Sure. Billy Martin, Good Charlotte. I?d shake your hand, but last time I touched you, you freaked.?
?You blame me?? He muttered.
They turned to the female. ?Amy Lee, Evanescence.?
It was then that a fourth voice spoke out from the darkness.
?I?m here too, but? I?m not a singer.?
Everyone jumped and fruitlessly looked around.
?I?m over here, I think to the left of you guys. My name?s Sarah, I?m just an ordinary fifteen-year-old.?
?And why are you here?? asked Billy, who was trying to walk towards the voice.
?My friend told me that this was a museum of rock or something and she?d meet me inside.?
?So, we?re dealing with a prankster here,? Amy said. ?Hey honey, is this your arm right here??
?Yes, Ms. Lee. I love your CD by the way, all of you,? she spoke humbly.
The three celebrities acknowledged the compliment.
?I?ll give you an autograph if we make it out of here alive,? said Billie Joe.
?Wait,? said Sarah nervously. ?Who?s that??
?Billie Joe, Green Day.?
?Oh my God! Dammit, there are no lights here. I can hardly believe this? I can?t believe this.?
?So three of us are from popular rock bands, all different, and one is just a kid. Why were we all brought here?? mused Billy.
They all shrugged and Sarah felt Amy beside her. Suddenly, a voice rang through the echoing halls?through the intercoms that lined the ceiling here and there. The voice was medium-pitched and had a childlike arrogance to it.
?Hello there, friends,? it spoke, and you could just tell that whoever was speaking had a nasty smile on their face. Sarah?s head cocked to one side as she struggled to remember where she had heard that voice before.
?Oh boo-hoo, looks like your producers aren?t here after all. Oh I love how dim you rock stars all are!?
?And who are you then?? Billy asked angrily, no one quite sure how the speaker could possibly hear him.
It was then that a light went off in Sarah?s head. ?That?s Gerard Way!?
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:14 am
2. Trial One
He wasn?t seeming very nice at all, and for a fan like her, that was a big let-down.
?Bingo!? the voice said. ?I am so sick of being grouped with you ?pop-rock? types! Our music is real! It?s deep, it has a meaning! Not like you pathetic wannabes with your whining about girlfriends and drugs!?
?Gerard,? said Billie Joe. ?I can tell you?re upset. But if you come down here and talk to us in person??
?You?ll kick the s**t out of me. I know my odds of 4;1 aren?t that hot, Armstrong.?
?So if you?re the mastermind behind all of this,? piped in Amy Lee. ?Then why did you rope the kid into it??
?Simple. She?s a poster-fan. Nothing makes me more disgusted than the fans who are in it for the looks and not the music.?
?But I love your music,? Sarah protested.
?Oh well that?s different. Tell you what, girly, if you can answer this question for me, you?re free as a bird. Do you have a picture of me posted anywhere in your house??
Her heart fell?she had just added one last night. ?I do,? she said crest-fallen.
Gerard laughed. ?Then you, ma petite idiot, are going nowhere! The rest of you?? he chuckled softly. ?Oh I have something special planned for you. The groupie gets something a little different, but I can assure you all equal suffering. Toodleloo!? The intercom went to static before going dead all together.
?Ah s**t,? Billy said, pounding his fist into what he thought was a wall.
?OW!? Billie Joe cried, backing up and crashing into Sarah, who toppled into Amy, who fell and ended up tripping Billy.
?Well here we all are again,? Amy said with a joyless laugh.
?Yeah, but now we know what we?re dealing with,? Billy said. He added louder, ?A light-in-the-loafers Michael Jackson lookalike!?
The intercom buzzed, but no voice came. As if the evil Gerard were contemplating exactly what he wished to say. When a few moments of nothing passed, Billy Martin laughed full-heartedly.
?Look at this! Pansy doesn?t even know how to respond to a little insult! Yeah, some threat. Come on guys,? he said, picking Sarah and Amy off the floor and Billie Joe getting up on his own. ?Let?s find a way out of here!?
?Not so fast!? Came Gerard?s frazzled voice through the speakers. Then was emitted a forced laugh. ?You think you?re so bloody clever don?t you? Well let?s see you quip your way out of this one!?
The four looked at each other in the darkness that they had, by now, grown used to. Suddenly, a soft growling met all of their ears.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:15 am
3. Trial Two
?Um?guys?? asked Billie Joe. Sarah and Amy clung to each other as the smaller man stood still and the other, taller one struck a heroic pose. One of the guitarists of Good Charlotte balled his fists and waited for whatever Way had thrown their?er?way.
Amy whispered to Sarah with a soft smile, ?Don?t worry, if it comes near us, these heels could take care of anything!? In a vain attempt to hide their fright, the four laughed hollowly. Finally came the thing that the evil Gerard had unleashed.
?Meeeew?? purred something soft and fuzzy as it brushed up against Billy.
?What the??
?Meeeeow.? It nuzzled his leg and soon three more kittens (for that was what they were) brushed up against each of the other?s legs and hands.
?I don?t like this,? Sarah murmured. ?What?s so terrible about kittens??
?Maybe he was hoping one of us?d be allergic!?
?I?I am!? coughed Billie Joe stifling. The others grouped around him, as did the kittens who had spotted the weak one and were now climbing all over him. Amy tried to pick one of them off but it sprang upon her with a whipping claw and loud hiss. She backed away as she spied blood on its nails.
?Oh come on,? Sarah said. ?They?re just kittens right??
Billie Joe was moaning about not being able to breathe. They were on his pants and crawling up his back. Billy Martin grabbed one of the vicious beasts and though it bit him hard, he flung it against the back wall. It, unphazed, sprung back around and pounced on him, tearing at his face.
?Holy s**t!? he cried, beating at the thing that now dug its claws deeper and deeper into his cheeks.
Sarah cried out as Billie Joe put up less and less of a fight. The other female took off one of her boots then, at threw it at the three cats on the lead singer from Green Day. It hit one, that kitten falling off, knocking one of the others to the ground?they both hit the floor unconscious. With the other boot, she took careful aim and it landed with a smack on the back of the third beast. Billie Joe began to breathe easier and Sarah rushed to him.
Amy then turned her attention to Billy. She grabbed her boots and gave the cat on his face a good whack. It fell to the ground and blood was pouring from the man?s face.
?Thank you,? he said. ?Never woulda thought of that??
?Oh Billie! Billie, are you okay?? Sarah asked, cradling him in her arms. His eyes were only half-open but his breathing was normal again. He nodded weakly.
The intercom buzzed on. ?Well well, Miss Lee, what an eccentric performance. I must admit, you did not bore me entirely.?
?What do you want from us, you b*****d?? screamed Sarah.
?Oh tsk, tsk, what naughty language coming from a ?fan? like you. I would appreciate a little more courtesy if you please. Now that was round one and the way I see it, half of your party has been rendered severely hurt. You ladies must now proceed to the next level alone.?
?What level?? asked Amy.
?Why,? Gerard sounded amused. ?The next level to the game of course!?
Sarah and Amy stared at each other and neither would budge. ?We?re not leaving them,? said Amy.
?I thought you?d say that.? The intercom went off with a buzz.
Two ropes were dropped from the ceiling and before anyone could puzzle as to why, the floor beneath them and aforementioned ceiling then opened in a hatch-like motion. Amy and Sarah grabbed onto the two ropes instinctively and did not comprehend what had happened until they had crawled through the ceiling and were seated on the second level.
?Billy!? gasped Sarah.
?Billie Joe!? gasped Amy.
Both of them sat in silence.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:16 am
4. Another Meeting
?Nothing we can do now,? Sarah said. ?We just?need to move on.?
Amy nodded. Sarah stood and helped the singer up. The lights were few and they provided a blood-red glare. As far as they could tell, they were in a room with no windows and three doors in front of them.
?We have to choose,? Amy mused. ?Like those game shows. Hope one of the prizes is getting the hell out of here.? She brushed a pale hand through her wild black hair. In the red light, Sarah was captivated with a sudden realization at how beautiful Amy Lee truly was. The latter turned and saw the girl staring. Both looked down.
?So which door?? Amy asked.
?1, 2, 3? 1, 2, 3?? came a sing-song chanting from the intercoms placed all along the walls.
?Can it you no-talent hack,? barked Amy. It did stop. ?Alright now we have door number one. An obvious choice because it?s the first one we saw. Door number two is directly in the center and is aesthetically pleasing. Door number three is the last one, the one no one hardly ever notices because they probably ran out the first door they saw or the one that looked right.?
?So door number three, is it?? Sarah asked with a grim grin. The two girls pushed through the door.
What they saw was a young man, a tattoo of a scorpion high on his neck, tied to a chair with barbed wire and a gag stained with blood jutting out of his mouth. His wild green eyes locked onto them and he began to thrash?stopped because of the pain?and stared at them with a helpless expression.
Frank Iero? Sarah thought suspiciously. Amy went to untie him but Sarah held her back. ?He?s one of Gerard?s bandmates. What if this is a trick? What if he and Gerard are working together on this??
Frank thrashed once more, not stopping this time. He was shaking his head left and right, moaning and sobbing. Blood was spilling everywhere with each of his frantic stomps, twitches, and writhes.
?I don?t know, Sarah, that would be pretty far to go just to help out a friend??
Frank was sobbing harder, broad shoulders shaking.
Sarah gave him a long look. He was getting very white?and red?and he indeed did look?however one should look in this situation. Finally she sighed and walked over to the back of the room where his chair was propped in a pool of crimson torment. She took out the gag.
?Thank you?thank you?thank you?thank?? he swallowed painfully. ?Oh thank you!?
?Not so fast, Frank,? Sarah said. His eyes went dead with dread. ?You heard me earlier. How do we know you and Gerard aren?t??
?Him?? Those green eyes were now blazing with hatred. ?Him?! I wouldn?t work with him again if my life depend?? he re-evaluated the expression and continued, ?He got all sell-out on us. He got really into himself; would never hang out with us any more. I see now what he?s been doing with his spare time,? he spat on the floor of his ex-friend?s factory of terror.
Amy walked up behind Sarah and placed a cold hand on her shoulder, looking into her eyes. ?He sounds alright,? she said softly. Her breath was cool against Sarah?s neck and ear.
The younger girl attempted to get out the knot of barbed wire that kept Frank?s hands in place. She cried out as her fingers were pricked severely. She took a deep breath and tried again, not stopping even though her fingers were sure to come off?or so they felt like. Finally his hands were free. Before she moved on to the even larger knot around his chest and arms he looked at her and said softly,
?I?really appreciate this??
?Oh,? she panted, ?No problem.?
Amy moved to be on the other side of Sarah and did her part?sooner than later, Frank?s upper body was free. The last bit was his ankles, which he did himself. He fell out of the chair, next to the girls on the ground. His eyes were shut; his breathing was deep. Sarah turned onto her side and saw with a hot dislike that Amy?s eyes were fixed on Frank Iero of My Chemical Romance.
?Do you know if any more of you are trapped in here?? Sarah asked. ?No offense, but I?m starting to feel a little like Mario Brothers trying to find Peach.?
Frank swallowed again. ?I don?t know,? his eyes still weren?t open. ?Maybe?probably?actually?oh ******** I don?t know,? he rubbed his mouth. Sarah wanted to wipe that look of sympathy off of Amy?s face.
?So we could be here saving rock-stars until Doom?s Day, is what you?re saying.?
?Look?? began Frank.
The intercom buzzed on again. ?Hello Frankie, how are ******** you!? Frank bellowed, the words echoing in the metallic room.
?Indeed. So congratulations girls! You made it past round two. For round three, however, I?m afraid that one of you must be left behind.?
Sarah was sure that this person would be Frank and was figuring out how to suggest that when Amy?s voice volunteered herself.
?What?!? Sarah yelled. Amy was looking at the ground.
?I?ve helped as much as I can but? I?m not as strong as you. Sarah,? she took the girl?s face in her hand. Their eyes caressed one another. ?You?re brave and younger than I am. Frank?s got the muscles to help you. I?I?ve done my part.? She let go and spoke up to the loudspeaker. ?I?m staying.?
The wall against which the chair Frank had previously been tied to slid downwards, revealing an elevator-car.
Way?s voice instructed, ?Frankie and my dear fan, feel free to enter the elevator and you shall be taken to level three. Miss Lee, you may walk back out the door from which you entered.?
Frank got in but Sarah watched as Amy left the little room. The door shut behind her and the teenage girl stepped in beside the young man. Their doors slid shut as well.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:18 am
5. The Wall
?I get the feeling,? he said, ?That you don?t like me very much.?
She looked at him quickly. ?I only liked one person?really liked?that I have met today.?
?And now she?s gone,? he finished gently.
?Yes. Frank?? She asked suddenly.
?What?? but he had a feeling what she was going to say, for he had noticed it too. There was a scratching noise coming from outside the elevator, if really that?s what it was. Through the slit in between the doors began to emerge a dark liquid.
?s**t,? muttered the guitarist as the doors slid open again.
If Sarah had thought that back in ?level one? was the last time she would see Billy Martin, she was mistaken. He was right there, his right arm four feet away from his gaping mouth and screaming eyes. There was no doubt that he was dead.
There was a candle every few yards lining the walls. Sarah reached out and took one, being careful not to look down even after Frank?s exclamation of disgust. She knew it was Billy, she knew he was dead. That was all she needed?all she could bear?to know.
?Come on,? she said with a frog in her throat. ?Gawking won?t bring him back.? Yet she almost gave a gawk herself as she stepped past where his body should have stopped and stepped on what felt nauseatingly like a foot.
They reached the end of the hall.
?Dead end,? said Frank.
?How appropriate,? muttered Sarah. Frank turned and took a few steps back but was abruptly stopped. He put his hand out and felt a wall! The hallway was now a painting on a cement wall?and it was slowly pushing forward.
?We?ve got some more good news,? he told her and backed up as much as he could. She got the message and wondered if, ?Maybe we could pull a Star Wars here; prop it from closing on us.?
?What forever?? Frank asked. ?There?s no exit!?
It was about a foot from their bodies. Sarah pushed herself further against the back wall and looked back and forth?wait a minute. She stepped towards the wall to their left. It stubbed her toe. Undaunted she walked into the wall to their right?she was gone!
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:19 am
6. Reunion
Frank meant to follow but found the wall solid again! He tried the left side?solid. The wall was now inches away. He backed against the back wall?solid. There was only one option?he defied instincts and walked into the ever-nearing wall.
He saw Sarah sitting on the ground, staring up at him.
?I hoped you?d figure it out.?
?Well a warning might have been nice.?
?I didn?t even know if I was right,? she apologized. Frank had noticed something different when he walked in but he had been too adrenaline-crazed to identify it. He had time now and realized that they were in a bedroom. He plopped on the bed and looked down at her.
?How old are you?? He asked.
?Fifteen,? she answered, sitting beside him. ?You?re??
?Twenty-two years older than you.?
?I?ve been a fan for a long time.?
?Thanks.?
They sat silently. He turned to her again. ?Do you think we?ll make it out of here??
?I think if this was a movie, only one character would survive.?
?Who do you think that?ll be?? he mused playfully.
?Amy.?
He sighed and looked down. ?You a lesbian??
Her eyes slapped him. ?Let?s just say my odds of getting a date are twice as high as yours.?
?Ah.?
?Does it matter??
?No, just wondering.? He smoothed over the sheet they were sitting on top of nervously. His eyes followed it and on the other side of the bed was a toy-chest. ?What do you bet there?s a monster waiting for us to open that trunk?? he asked Sarah.
?Well let?s get it over with,? she said. She spoke louder, ?You?re getting predictable, Gerard!?
?Am I now?? his voice came from no where in particular. ?Terribly sorry.?
She rolled her eyes and kicked open the box from where her legs dangled off the bed. There were a few action figures?shaped like Billy, Amy, Billie Joe, and Frank.
?Cute,? Frank and Sarah murmured in unison before grinning at each other. He picked up the Frank-doll and examined it. It looked like him but older?much older and worn. The other dolls, he noticed, all looked the same way, he realized.
?Do you see it now, Frank? Do you see what this whole thing has been about?? spoke Gerard.
?I see you?re a fruit who likes playing with dolls,? he grunted.
A pause. ?You know already that I hated the way you all to begin with. Yet I realized I could dispose of you and help you at the same time.?
?Mind explainin? that one, chief?? asked Frank.
?Bands don?t last forever, Frankie. You know that as well as I do?better. Imagine what would happen to such famous celebrities as us? As all of you I gathered here today. Imagine what would happen to us after our fifteen minutes were through? We?d die. Music had kept us alive, then the fame, but after the checks stop coming?can you imagine that?? he was almost talking to himself now. He must have noticed and spoke more like they had grown accustomed to hearing him. ?I am doing you a favor by disposing of you now. You?ll all remain famous this way?only the good die young, Frank.?
?And her?? he asked, head jerking in Sarah?s direction although he didn?t know if he could be seen as well as heard.
?I wanted a ?fan? to see you all in your primal states. I wanted you all to be removed from your divine pillars and be exposed for the low-life saps you are. She thought you were gods?now you know the truth, don?t you?? he had a sneer?she could just tell.
?I know two truths, Gerard,? she said. ?Neither of them I bet you can guess.?
He didn?t speak.
?You?re right; they?re not gods?especially not you, even though you?d like to think that I?ll wager. They are people just like me and that makes me admire them even more. And I know now that you are nothing like your music?you aren?t deep or romantic or full of life at all. You?ve become the ?rock-and-roll? persona you?ve always feared. You?ve become self-centered, reckless, and stupid.?
She was done but he shouted ?Enough!? There was heavy breathing. Then a giggle. ?Stupid? Self-centered? Haha! Reckless? Hahahaha!? It went dead and the bed began to shake. Sarah looked down just in time to see Billie Joe crawling out and grabbing her ankle! She shrieked at the blood running out from what were previously his beautiful green eyes. Instead, they were now little more than mashed up clumps of purple.
Frank grabbed her and pulled her out of the smaller man?s grip. They were panting when the zombie Billie Joe stood up, mouth looking not much better than his eyes. His lips were open and they could see that Gerard had made sure he could never sing again?Billie Joe?s tongue was gone. He was reaching for them and Sarah looked around for anything useful to fend off Billie. She finally ran out of resources and looked at Frank. She saw his spiked belt and wondered?
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 6:06 pm
6. Tomb
?Take off your belt!? she cried, dodging a blow by Billie. He looked confused but figured it out, taking it off and wielding it like a weapon. Billie watched him cautiously but made another grab for Sarah. She again moved out of the way.
?Don?t zombies usually need to have their heads cut off?? Frank asked, sweating. Sarah went wide-eyed. s**t. Frank was right. Did they have anything sharp?
Billie Joe came at Sarah and got her arm; the two wrestled with it as he tried to bring it to his mouth. Frank whipped the spiked belt at the other musician. It got him right in the center of the neck. What was more disgusting than the blackness oozing out of the wound was the fact that it stuck there!
Sarah could tell this had caught Frank by surprise almost as much as Billie Joe. The two sort of stopped for a second, staring at the spike that had driven itself into Armstrong?s larynx. Billie Joe shut his ?eyes? and let out a long, inhuman wail. Sarah covered her ears and Frank came close but held on to the belt.
The bleeding was intense. Billie Joe fell to the floor on his knees, what remained of his vocal chords producing a sound like sand-paper being rubbed together. Frank and Sarah looked at each other as the Green Day singer turned to dust. They waited for a door or portal or anything to appear that might lead them out of that bedroom. None came.
?Hey,? Frank said seriously. ?Hold this,? he gave her the belt, ?I?m going to check and make sure there aren?t any more under there.? He knelt down and looked under the bed?sliding forward and disappearing with an echoing cry.
Sarah, getting used to this means of getting out of a level, jumped in after him. She was falling down a tunnel and could hear Frank ahead of her. As the yards flew by and the speed increased, she could see a fork in the tunnel off in the ever-nearing distance. She cried out frantically,
?Left or right, Frank?? It was shrill and unflattering. The same could be said for the guitarist as he responded in a voice almost higher than her own,
?Left!?
?Left??
?Right!?
?What?? Her eyes were wide as the turn was seconds away.
?Left!? He screamed with decreasing volume.
She shifted all of her body-weight to the left and slid down in utter black. Soon she heard an ?oomph!?-type noise?sooner still she found the reason why. Sarah landed on top of a body (warm, so she assumed it was Frank) and found herself in a room with a blazing fire in the center. With crude paintings on the dried-mud walls, she couldn?t help but think of an Egyptian tomb.
The girl got off of Iero. ?So what are we thinking; fire demon this time??
He laughed and brushed himself off. ?Speaking of time, what time is it, do you think?? She shrugged and reflected back on all that had happened?today?
?Can?t have been more than a day,? she said. ?Maybe seven o?clock-ish.? Frank nodded and laid down, his eyes shut.
?Hey Sarah,? he said. She turned to him. ?I?m sorry about all this. You have nothing to do with it?you?re just a fan, you know??
?Well it?s not your fault.?
He rolled on to his side and felt the warmth of the fire on his nose and eyelids.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:32 pm
7. Another Reunion
She was asleep.
?Sarah??
She opened her eyes and saw Amy. She had her arms outstretched to Sarah, a look of longing and restraint held tightly on her tired features. Amy fell to her knees a yard or so in front of Sarah and a few inches next to the fire. She reached her hand out, almost touching the younger girl but her arm was ripped back into the fire?s gluttonous mouth where it was liked and tasted by the flames. Amy Lee shrieked as her flesh melted and began to stink. With an effort that would appropriate if she had been pulling a steamboat, Amy yanked her arm out of the flame. Sarah could see it was a bone with brown and black lacing.
?Sarah,? she whimpered in pain. Her tone was such that it made the other female feel as if she had been responsible for the anguish.
?Why didn?t I stop you?? Sarah whispered.
?Sarah?? her teal eyes closed.
?Why did I ever let you go?? Sarah choked on the tears that had decided to set up camp in her throat.
?Sarah.? She sat forward, leaning on the arm that hadn?t been mutilated. The younger girl took to her knees and hopped over to be face-to-face with the angel. Despite the orange glow the fire inspired in her own skin, Amy?s was as white as chalk.
?Why didn?t I ever tell you?? Sarah took Amy?s face in one hand and kissed her.
~*~
It was a little while later and they were both staring into each other?s eyes when?
?Sarah!? Amy Lee shouted, pointing to a Frank that they had both seemed to have forgotten about. The singer pointed with her severed appendage and screamed at the top of her lungs. Sarah, though quite disturbed by these actions, saw nothing wrong with the guitarist lying face up a few feet away.
?Amy, calm down,? she insisted. ?Tell me!?
She shook her head and screamed at him like each note was a bullet.
?Amy??
?Murderer!? Amy screeched. ?Murderer!?
She opened her eyes.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 8:55 am
8. Embers
Frank was shaking her awake, his eyes vacant. Once she had been reunited with consciousness, Sarah pushed him off and stared at what once was the fire that had burned so brightly. With the last embers burning out, she saw with horrifying clarity that their surroundings looked not just like a tomb, but exactly like the last resting place of a Pharoh.
?Bad dream I take it,? he said.
She nodded, not looking at anything but the embers. They had swallowed up Amy?s arm. She hated them almost as much as she hated anything about this place. She was hungry and everything hurt. She found herself guiltily wishing for a melodramatic rat racing across the floor or something so that she might heat it with those embers and?
She got a hold of herself. It had only been a day at the most. She?d start eating rats a little later in the game. Oh?the game?she cursed that phrase, every time she thought it she had Gerard? voice ringing through her ears.
All of a sudden, she laughed. Frank turned to her with an almost hateful expression until she choked out, ?What the hell am I going to tell my parents when I get home? Sorry mom and dad, you see the guy from My Chemical Romance kidnapped me and a bunch of other celebrities with tattoos and killed us all off one by one, what?s for dinner?? Another laughing spell. Frank figured it was an early sign of cabin fever and edged away.
?Oh I?m not crazy,? she assured. ?But how can you be strong if you can?t see the humor in things??
?If you want to hear what I think is?funny,? Frank sighed. ?How about this: it?s been?what, eight hours??and no zombies or ghouls have popped out of the woodwork yet.?
Sarah agreed that it was unusual. ?You think he?s just going to leave us here to starve? Watch us fight, the victor eats the loser and then dies himself?? She winked morbidly, knowing it couldn?t be that far from the truth. She also knew that if that were the case, she would lose.
?Then again,? she added. ?When this first began, he did say he had something special planned for me. And I don?t think he?d single you out to die that way.?
?I am his?was his band mate, though, and I?d say being eaten is pretty unique.?
She shrugged. ?Why do you figure he only chose you out of the group? Or Billy Martin, I mean, talk about random! Billie Joe and Amy I can understand but?? she looked to Frank for an answer.
?Maybe me and Billy were the ones he was closest to, I don?t know.? It was clear he didn?t want to talk about it.
Sarah sat up and cracked her knuckles. Frank shuddered at the noise, echoing through the tomb. ?Sorry, it?s a nervous habit.?
?It?s a gross nervous habit,? he muttered.
A grumpy silence seeped into the room like a poison gas. Frank dared to breathe it in when he asked why did she save him.
?Honestly? Two reasons. One was that I figured it might help us out to have another member of the party.? He rolled his eyes but she hastily added, ?Two, I could never bare to live with myself if I had left you there to die.?
He looked at her. One thing she had learned was that Frank Iero was exceptionally good at hiding emotion. She didn?t break the gaze until they heard a rumbling.
?About time,? she said.
?What is it, you think??
?Doesn?t sound like footsteps.?
?And he?s already done the wall-closing-in thing,? Frank said. ?Hey! I finally know why it took him so long! b*****d?s running out of ideas!?
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 3:10 pm
9. Wondering
Gerard watched through one of the thirteen little screens on the wall in front of him. He bit at his blackened nails and licked off a chip of polish that had detached itself. In the closet-like room, his eyes shown with the light of the screens. Sarah and Frank could be heard easily but Way was not paying much attention. He focused instead on their faces.
When would they realize? When would their eyes turn to the size of dinner plates; when would their mouths pop open in muted screams; when would they look up?
He sighed as their fate was being sealed with every passing second that their eyes remained on each other. Gerard smiled and wondered if he would end up killing off both of them this round. He sincerely hoped not.
?Run out of ideas?you are dreadfully mistaken, my friend,? Gerard said to himself, not loud enough for it to be picked up by the microphone to his right. ?I have one more and I hope you live long enough to witness it in its realization.?
?It?s getting louder,? Sarah said in reference to the noise that was now sounding like a scratchy thunder above them.
?Yeah, I noticed?? finally he looked up. ?Oh ******** looked up and could not hold back a scream. Spiders and beetles of incredulous sizes were swarming in from god (and Gerard) knows where, lining the ceiling and making their way down the walls. Their legs were long and thin?just the kind she hated?and she could see from the ground their sharp little beaks clicking together. With their blood-swollen bodies pumping with ravenous excitement, the insects were perhaps a yard from the floor.
This was it. Blood, guts, zombies?she could handle. Spiders were her black beast. This was it.
Frank Iero, on the other hand, seemed unphazed. From out of his pocket he took out his lighter and stepped over to where the fire had just about died out completely. Where there was still an orange glow, he touched the lighter to. Three or four sticks lit up once more with medium sized flames. He picked up two of them and called for Sarah to do the same.
The blackened twigs burned her palms with such extremity that she cried out again. She thought of Amy and managed to keep hold of them.
Frank held the torch up to the wall, chasing away a moshpit of poisonous insects. But for however many scuttled off, a new batch was ready to take their place. Sarah did her part too, but with much less effectiveness (seeing as she could hardly stand next to a wall literally crawling with her worst fear personified).
Couldn?t it have been worms or caterpillars or something? I could take that. I could take killer worms?
Frank?s part of the chamber was thinning and soon something very strange happened?the wall caught on fire. A stone wall was now smoldering. He suddenly realized that they had been victim of another illusion.
?Walls are ********? paper,? he said, ripping at the one before him and marching through. Sarah dropped the torch and ran after him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 8:53 am
10. Mirage
?Are we in a??
?Recording studio,? finished Sarah. ?Yeah, I wonder?AHHHH! No! NO!? She ran over to the microphone where Amy Lee was tied up, bleeding from a severed arm, blackened at the tip. Sarah cradled her, kissing her closed eyes and her blue lips. Tears passed from cheek to cheek as Sarah would not let her go.
Frank scanned around and saw that Ray Toro had been nailed to a drum set. ?Oh my god Ray!? He exclaimed, seeing movement in the tan My Chemical Romance member. Amy Lee, however, was inert in every sense of the word.
The guitarist ran over to Ray and saw that the nails had been driven into his thighs and his forearms. The latter?s cinnamon eyes were half-shut, swollen and purple skin covering them. He had no gag, no rope? Frank had a feeling that Gerard wanted to hear the screams when the nails were removed?if Frank could even get that far.
She stroked the raven-black curls and silk-smooth skin. There was no reason for this, she thought. Sarah was starting to feel herself disassociate. Everything was blurring softly about the edges and she didn?t seem as sad.
Wouldn?t it be nice to join her, Sarah? Asked a voice in her head that didn?t sound like Gerard at all. Don?t you want to hold her body warm in your arms again?
She nodded.
See those nails by Ray?s feet? She nodded again. Drive one of them into your heart and you?ll be with Amy again. It sounded like Gerard?no, no it didn?t. It didn?t sound anything like Gerard, who was Gerard? Sarah didn?t know. Hurry along now, Sarah. Amy misses you so much.
She stepped over to Ray and Frank.
?Help me with the other one in his thigh,? Frank said. She ignored him and took a nail off of the floor. ?Sarah, what are you?? His eyes widened. ?No you don?t!? He shouted, lunging at her and ripping the nail from her hand. ?What the?what the hell?? He shouted as she kicked him in the shin and tried to take the nail once more. His eyes were watering. ?What are you doing? What are you doing?!?
She paused at the look on his face. He was always trying to get in with Amy, you know that. Yeah, that?s right! Ever since the beginning he had eyes for her. Now he?s trying to keep you apart.
She kicked him again, this time somewhere more painful. He doubled over, throwing the nail against the opposite wall into a tiny, almost invisible box that was slowly emitting toxic air. It sparked.
The voice in Sarah?s head was gone. She looked around her and the room disappeared, leaving Frank and Ray and herself alone in a kitchen. Ray had no wounds, no nails in him?Frank found that the pain had subsided?and Sarah had no memory of what she had been about to do.
The lead guitarist looked at Frank, squinting through his still-swollen eyes. ?Hey Frank,? he whispered.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 3:36 pm
[I apologize; it seems that the quotation marks in the above chapters somehow metamorphasized into question marks...]
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 2:41 pm
11. Stabbed in the Back
Frank watched as his bandmate disappeared just like the other parts of the illusion. It was just he and Sarah again.
“A kitchen,” Sarah said morbidly. “Alright so flying knives or stoves puking up fire like a blowtorch?”
“Why not both?” a voice in the walls giggled.
Frank leapt forward as flames licked his back. Sarah moved to catch him but a shelf of knives thrust itself towards her, throwing the steely things of silver and cold at her outreached arms. Out of instinct, she recoiled—allowing the knives to plunge themselves into a Frank Iero-shaped pincushion.
His eyes bulged. Six blades had wedged themselves in the flesh of his chest and shoulders. He fell to his knees.
“You promised me!” He screamed upwards. Gerard Way laughed gleefully. “You—promised me, you b*****d! You promised to let me in on it—that I wouldn’t get—“ He gasped as a butcher knife flung itself into his forehead. He dropped facedown, driving the last knife deeper in with a stomach-churning crunch, on the kitchen floor.
He was working for him the whole time? Sarah passed out.
~*~
Something was caressing her cheek. Amy was her first thought. But it was too rough, too careless a motion for it to have been Amy Lee. When she opened her eyes, she found it made no difference to her sight but she felt cloth against her eyelashes. There was tape on her mouth. There was something cool and sharp against both of her wrists—handcuffs probably.
She made a noise and the caressing stopped.
“How did you like it?” Gerard’s voice asked.
She made another noise.
“Not too much, eh? Well, I have a feeling you’ll like this even more.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:55 am
its sorta like the saw movies love it
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