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 Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 9:16 am
I HATE CLIFFHANGERS WRITE MORE GODDAMIT!
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 10:34 am
12. Take It or Leave It
“Can I go first, Gee?” asked a higher voice from somewhere in the darkness of her blindfold. She knew that voice at once.
“Divvy Avick?” She said muffledly.
Gerard laughed. “Sure thing, Davey, I’ll watch.”
“But I wanna take the blindfold and gag out,” the second man whined.
“God’s sake, Havok, don’t be so fussy!”
Oh my god, she thought. The lead singer from AFI is about to rape me.
With hands as delicate as poison-soaked silk, Davey undid the blindfold. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but two black pools. He looked at her for a moment and kissed her eyelids. He then took out the gag. Drool splattered out onto her chest.
“Allow me,” he said softly. He patted the dry side of the gag onto her shirt, rubbing and looking into her eyes as he did.
“Enough goddamn foreplay,” Gerard groaned, “Just get on with it!”
Davey laughed and reached down, gripping the bottom of her shirt with his long fingers. One hand disappeared—Sarah gasped. Gerard chuckled to himself. The hand was back and Davey got out a knife.
“Can’t take it off very well with these handcuffs on, can we?” He asked musedly. He sliced her shirt up the side, letting the two halves fall to the ground. She was there in front of Davey Havok and Gerard Way in her bra, handcuffed to the wall—how many times had she fantasized about this? She never imagined it would be so unglamorous. Maybe she should just go with the flow; just let it happen and enjoy it. His hands cupped her chest. Just enjoy it and make the best of a situation you would have killed for a few days ago. His mouth pressed against hers, Gerard whooping behind them. Just—enjoy—yourself…
~*~
She was still a virgin. He hadn’t wanted any of that, but just to taste. He licked the sweat from his lips and placed his head onto her bared stomach. It hadn’t been that bad, she thought. At least he kept all his clothes on.
“You ********’ pansy!” Gerard cried. “Is that all you’re gonna do?”
“Different styles for different men, Gee,” he said with an apologetic smile.
The MCR singer placed himself in front of Sarah, unzipping his fly. “Let me show you how a real man does it—AHH!” His eyes popped open wide as he fell to the ground. As he fell, Sarah could see behind him and tell immediately what had happened.
She smiled.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 1:45 pm
What happened to ray?
Why did Gerard have to go mad?
It's all confusing me
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 2:41 pm
fearlesshunter What happened to ray? Why did Gerard have to go mad? It's all confusing me
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 5:54 pm
13. One
“Not one handed for a chick missing an arm,” Davey mused. Amy Lee turned on him, the ever-helpful high-heeled boot held threateningly in her remaining hand. The singer put up his hands in defense. “Hey, Lee, this was all his idea,” he jerked his head down at the unconscious sadist. The singer paid no attention to these desperate appeals and raised the boot.
Davey threw a punch at Amy. She dodged it and swung the boot by the long leather part that normally would go up to her knee if she was wearing it. It nicked him in the forehead. He staggered back. Amy leapt on him, beating at his head and chest with her boot’s heel. Finally his eyes, filled with drops of blood, closed. She saw he was still breathing. She kicked him and dragged him to the opposite side of the room.
Now, with some time to breathe—but not much—Amy Lee and Sarah stared at each other. The latter felt only a hint of embarrassment at her nudity. She smiled invitingly and without a word, she and Amy were locked in a passionate kiss.
Their lips parted. “Okay,” Amy said, unhooking Sarah’s handcuffs with a hairpin. “Grab your clothes and let’s get out of here.”
She zipped her jeans, skipping the socks and shoes, and put on her top as she and Amy were flying to the exit. They had just reached the door when it slammed shut in front of them. Sarah grabbed the handle and shook it. Amy moved in to see if the hairpin would reign victorious yet again. It didn’t work.
“Well, well,” Gerard said, somewhat dazedly. “Who could have foreseen that?” He giggled.
Amy glared at him. “I whacked you once, I could whack you again. How do we open the door?”
Gerard got to his feet shakily. He leaned against the wall behind him. “I bet you want to know,” he grinned at them, teeth bloody from the fall. “Here’s the deal sweethearts: I’ll tell you but only if you give me the shoes, the hairpins, the belts—everything.”
“No way,” Sarah said, turning around again to see if she could pry the door open.
“Oh, way,” Gerard said. “Two of them in fact. Hey Mikey, could you give us the honor of your presence for a second?”
The wall to the left of that with the door buzzed and showed static. Shortly after, a young man—size amplified on the wall-sized screen—came into view. He adjusted his glasses and grinned at his audience.
“My little brother here has been very helpful,” Gerard boasted. “I plotted it out of course, but he was the one to actually build it and work the technology. Great isn’t it?” He beamed and waved to Mikey. The latter waved back.
“Hey Gee. So should I unlock the door or not?”
“Wait, wait, wait—“ Sarah said, throwing up her hands. “First Frank Iero, then Davey Havok, now Mikey? Just how many people are in on this thing?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 6:00 pm
14. More
All three of the others walls went through the same process of showing static then illuminating an enlarged and grinning face. Mikey was on one wall, Bert McCracken on another, Matt Skiba on the third, and Bob Bryar on the fourth.
Sarah couldn’t say she was surprised at the turn-out. “But why do you all want to kill these musicians? They’re just like you!”
They all frowned and cried out different arguments. Mikey declared that Gerard’s reasons were his too. Bert said that Gerard had promised to sell him his old drug-collection and give him the female captives. Matt said that Gerard told him that he would stop fangirling him if he helped out. Bob said that he just wanted to see some blood. All in all, they reached the conclusion that—
“Wow, we really are just like these guys,” Matt said.
“B-but Gerard, you said—“ blubbered Mikey.
“You mean we killed all these guys for nothing? You ********’ psycho, I’m gonna get busted for this!”
Bob simply stared at Gerard with a strange sort of enmity.
“I killed Frank and Ray for nothing?” Mikey choked.
Sarah’s eyes went wide. “I thought Ray was just a hologram!”
Mikey turned to her with sorrowful eyes. “There’s a program to evanesce a human being. To make them deteriorate into thin air. He was real but now he’s floating around in trillions of pieces.” He buried his face in his hands.
The two women hung their heads. Amy spoke to the men on the screens in a quiet, pleading voice. “Please let us out. We will swear on our lives that we won’t turn you in. Just please help us.”
It sounded, from the silence, that they were considering it.
“Are you crazy?” Gerard screeched. “You actually believe that s**t? First thing they’re going to do is prance off to the nearest police station and bust our balls! Do you want that? Do you really want to spend the rest of your lives being manhandled in some cell that smells like yesterday’s piss? Come on, you know what they do to guys like us in prison!”
Sarah felt her lips twist in an unwilling smirk.
“Gee does have a point,” Mikey said, but without much exuberance.
“Yeah, I mean I’m already on parole,” Bert added ruefully, shoulders slumped.
“Guys, we already killed a bunch of people,” Matt said, so far the only one who sounded alive. “We’re going to have to repent for it sooner or later. Whether it’s the feds who do it for us, or if we kill ourselves from guilt—I want to die knowing that, at the last shot I had, I saved a life instead of taking it.”
Silence.
“Skiba,” Gerard said. “I should have known you’d be the one to turn on me. I should have known! You’re even more pathetic than the guys we knocked off!”
He glared at Way. “Gerard, I’m out of here. I’m helping those girls.” His screen went black, looking once more like a wall—until a door opened up in it, that is. The singer from Alkaline Trio stepped out, leering at Gerard as he passed him. He stood next to Amy and Sarah.
“I can’t apologize enough—“
“Don’t try,” Sarah said. “We appreciate this but now’s not the time.”
They looked up at the other walls. Would anyone else join them?
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 3:12 pm
15. Can I? Should I? [haha title chapter YES]
“Aw…aw ******** it,” Bert said, throwing his hands up and his screen fading to black. He reappeared out of another previously hidden door and joined the girls. “If I’m gonna get caught, might as well do it when I chose to help last minute, right?”
“Right,” Amy Lee said. She looked to the two remaining screens. The two other men on their side were cheering Mikey and Bob into coming out. Mikey did nothing. Bob, however, looked as if he could be tempted. “Look,” Amy Lee said. “We’re willing to bargain with you. Come out and help us and we’ll make it worth your while!”
Gerard snorted. “Oh what will you sissies pay him with? Love and rainbows?” He turned his attention to his drummer. “Bob you’re with me on this one. You’re with me!”
“You bossin’ me around, Way?” the blonde asked gruffly. Gerard screamed that they didn’t have time for that and he should just shut up and help him. That was when the third screen turned off and Bob Bryar came out into the room. He marched up to Gerard with a predator-like speed and focus. With one thick hand he grabbed the singer by the throat and slammed him against the wall.
“Listen here you p***k, I take orders from no one.” He slapped Gerard in the face. “And the only side I’m on is my own.” He dropped Way to the ground and moved to be with the majority of people.
From the ground, Gerard made a loud noise of indignation. “Mikey,” he gasped. “Mikey!” His voice became softer. “Mikey don’t let them do this to me! Don’t let them pull us apart!” He walked up to be right in front of the final screen. “Mikey be my little brother!”
The younger Way looked like his emotions had been ripped to shreds and thrown about for Gerard’s confetti. He didn’t say a word and yet he didn’t come out.
“Michael,” coaxed Sarah. “Look at me.” He did. She had taken on a motherly tone and posture. “I want you to think about what your life will be like if you help him. You will be suspicious of being next for the rest of your life. You will feel the weight of these deaths on your shoulders, I guarantee you that!” Mikey looked down. “Now think of your life if you come with us—”
“A jail-cell with some guy named Jimbo using you as his b***h every night!” Gerard yelled so loudly his voice cracked. “Is that what you want, Mikey? Is that what you—”
“Michael we already told you,” Sarah continued over Gerard. “If you come with us we can pin it all on Gerard, your sentence would be minimal if any! Worst thing they could do would be to…” She needed to think fast. “Put you in a rehabilitation center or something until you reached a right state of mind again!”
He spoke his first word since his faith had been shaken. It was horse and raspy. “Really?”
“Yes!” Amy and Sarah cried in unison.
“Mikey knows where his loyalty lies!” shouted Gerard. “Don’t you?”
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 9:22 am
16. Thicker Than Blood -PART ONE
The room went dark. There was a humming sound coming from beneath their feet.
“Mikey!” cried Gerard. “Wait a minute, wait until I’m with you!” His words became frantically higher. “Mikey don’t! Come on!”
“What the hell you so worried about?” asked Matt loathingly.
“He’s initiated the floor-to-ceiling process,” Gerard whimpered. “Come on Mikey!”
They ignored the last bit but the first part struck them like a hammer. Floor-to-ceiling process… that title did not leave a lot of room for imagination. Bob, Bert, and Matt all raced back to their walls but the doors had closed and any chance of finding them again was minimal to say the least.
In the dark they had no sense of rising. The ceiling would crush down on them without warning. Their knees would pop, legs would break, skulls would be crushed—
“Mikey! Why are you doing this? We planned it out together!” Gerard sobbed.
“You’ll just take all the rap for it, Mike!” Called Bert.
“Oh will you shut up?” Gerard barked. “He’ll never get caught. Our escape plan is perfect, this entire operation is perfect! They’re no fingerprints or evidence that we’ve ever been here.”
“Yeah but it might be fishy that he’s the only member of MCR who wasn’t killed in this tragedy,” Amy suggested.
The humming became softer for a moment.
Sarah picked up on it and continued with Amy’s train of thought. “Yeah, I mean he’d stand out that’s for sure. Imagine what pain he’ll go through any time he sees his mother and father after this?”
“Oh yeah,” Amy said with exaggerated sorrow.
The humming had almost stopped. In the darkness Sarah could barely make out each person but Gerard with his hair and stature was easy enough. He took him hard by the shoulder, silently encouraging him to help out save all of their lives.
“Mikey,” he said somewhat awkwardly at Sarah’s prompting. “Look I know you’re hurting right now but, you’ll always be my baby brother, right? I’m your blood, Mikey!”
Blood. He should not have said that.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 5:12 pm
17. Thicker Than Blood -PART TWO
“Blood,” Mikey mused. “Blood indeed.” His screen went black. However, there was no door opening on his wall. His voice carried through the room nonetheless. “Blood is what you have covered these floors with, Gerard. Blood as black as night that runs in your heart. Blood that you have poured onto my hands! My hands, Gerard!”
Everyone’s eyes were on the paling, wide-eyed lead singer. His mouth was opened in a small upside-down V as he tried to think of something to say.
“Did you ever think about me?” Mikey continued, sobbing in his voice. “What would happen to me?”
Sarah was peering around the room, looking for anything that could help them. Her eyes had grown accustomed to darkness by this point so the lack of light was not much of a hindrance. Still, there seemed to be nothing that could aid them.
“I did, Mikey!” he said finally. “I thought of you! Our plan was fool-proof so neither of us would get cau—”
“You mean so you wouldn’t get caught! You only think of yourself! I’m leaving!”
The floor had begun to rise once more.
That was when she got the idea.
“Amy,” she whispered. “Floor’s rising, yeah? It’s got to be rising from somewhere!”
“Duh,” muttered an eve’s dropping Bert. “How does that possibly help us get out of here?”
“We could break the floor,” Sarah whispered hurriedly. “Break it and hide below it while it rises up!”
“That’s so dumb!” Bert snorted. “How the hell do we know how thick the floor is?”
“Well we won’t know until we try,” she spat, knowing that with Mikey gone, whispering was not necessary but…just in case. “We need something heavy that we can use to—”
There was a resounding CRACK.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 10:19 am
18. Like Spiders
Bob’s foot went through the floor that proved to be about four feet deep by the time he and the others had finished making their hole. It had taken two minutes or so and by that point, they were crouching already.
“Okay into the hole guys,” Sarah instructed.
“No way,” Matt said worriedly. He peered down into the hole. “It doesn’t look like there’s much down there—”
“Well, let’s ask the man with the plan,” Bert barked. He grabbed Gerard by the shoulders and held him over the hole. “Am I about to drop you to your death, Gee or will you land with a little bump on another floor?”
Way squirmed in the other singer’s painfully tight grasp. “No you’re not, you bathless waste of cells!”
Bert dropped him and there was only a second or so before they heard the singer land.
“You alive down there?” Bert ******** you!”
They all smiled at each other before jumping in. “Come on, we gotta hurry!” Sarah said, her neck craning with the ceiling pushing down on it with increasing strength. She was the last to hop into the hole. There was a light shining from somewhere unidentifiable—their faces and shoulders were illuminated. Amy had moved to be next to her; Bert, Matt, and Bob were all clustered together; and Gerard—
“Where the hell is Gerard?” Sarah cried.
TO BE CONTINUED
[Sorry for not posting, I have just so much on my plate this month!]
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:50 pm
GAH!!! I'm physically addicted to your story!!! But I understand having things that come before writing... it happens and I highly respect u for being able to prioritize your life mrgreen
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 10:00 pm
ahh!! i love it. i was like wtf when gerard was all evil & s**t but it was freakishly amazing! heart
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 5:11 am
I reeeeeeeeally hope u don't mind if I save this story in a text document so I can have the whole thing and print it when it's done. It's an amazing story. If you don't want me to, though, I can delete it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 10:21 pm
once again truly effin amazing!! i had dreams about it last night.lolz. i am officially hooked. cant wait for more but i understand the priorities thing. well hope you enjoy the fact that i effin love the story ^_^
heart a stranger,an MCR fan,a girl named shereen
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 7:16 pm
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