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Rated R

Why? Graphic Violence and gore, plus some cursing.

Summary: Five Boys(Mikey, Gerard, Bob, Frankie, and Ray) always stay out late, getting drunk, and driving to places unknown. One night, they find an empty factory, with chemicals that shouldn't interfere with human contact, nor should anyone play at a Saw Mill. A horrifying thing happens, but only one makes it out alive, scared to death. Who is it? Will he tell his story to the world? Will no one believe him, and let this kid go paranoid?

Disclaimer: I do not own nor know My Chemical Romance, whatsoever.

** All MCR members are young adults, between the ages of 16-18

Chapter 1

Mikey's POV

Way past midnight, here we were, outside on the highway, driving, drinking and eating. My brother, Gerard, was the one who was driving, already under the influence. I rolled my eyes as Bob got out another beer, and handed it to Gerard. I was the only one who wasn't drinking. Even Frankie, who was sixteen, was drinking! This always aggravated me, but as always, I never stopped the guys from their fun. As long as I was able to be with my brother, I was fine. Just after passing a sign that said, "Leaving Newark," Gerard spoke up. "Hey, I heard of this factory that's closed down. Apparently it was haunted. You wanna check it out?," He hinted. "Yeah!," Everyone but me yelled. I sighed, and bit down on my twizzler.

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We all jumped out of the car, the bottom of our shoes hitting dirt. I looked around, and there was nothing. Everywhere else, it was completely deserted. I really didn't like the look of this. "Come on," Frankie teased, pushing me forward. I gulped, and followed the group, my head down. We came up to the door, and there was no lock. Gerard kicked the door open, and we all looked up at the rusty Saw Mill. Huge machines that could cripple a guy in two, rusty but yet still shone with interest and curiosity. "Hey, hey! Look at this!," Ray yelled, sitting on a keg. "Hells yeah!," everyone shouted. Great, more alcohol. Ray was pushed off the keg, and onto the floor, into some black, sticky substance. "Ewwww! You pushed me into some gunk, Frankie!," He hissed. We didn't turn our attention to him, but rather, tried prying open the keg. Suddenly, Ray started screaming, and we saw his skin was burning off his skin. His eyes turned red, and he looked up at the small windows in the Saw Mill, obviously seeing something. We all looked up, but saw nothing. "A mon-mon-mon-MONSTER!!!!!," He yelled, running to the exit. He tripped, and a machine turned on, the saw blade spinning. "Ray! Look what you did!," Bob snapped. The saw blade spinned faster, and started rocking back and forth. "We better get out of here," I exclaimed, and started heading for the door. Gerard grabbed my jacket, and held on, whispering, "Not without Ray first." I nodded, and watched as Frankie walked over to Ray and started picking him up. Ray pointed to something behind Frankie and we saw the saw blade moving towards him. "Frankie, Duck!," Bob yelled out. Too late. The blade hit his neck, and SWISH! His head fell off. Blood poured out his head like a fountain, all over Ray. Ray squealed, and stood up, running towards us. We were all stunned, feeling disgusted. A loud POP! went off, and soon enough, black liquid was pouring all over where we were standing. I moved out of the way, but the guys, they were too late. Ray, Bob, and Gerard, all were covered with the liquid that burned Ray's hand. Their skin started peeling off, making me want to puke, but I was so stunned, I couldn't do anything but watch. They fell to the floor, screaming and yelling, calling my name, but there was nothing I could do. My legs started moving, and I backed to the doors. Gradually I made it there. The guys stopped yelling and moving. Oh no! Are they dead? I ran to them, and bent down, but not close enough that I would end up infested with this black substance. "Are you guys alive?" I asked. My hand slowly moved to Gerard face, but he moved, and bit my hand! He started gnawing, and chewing, I screamed, and pulled my hand away. I looked to see if there was any black liquid on me, but luckily there wasn't. Why did he try to eat my hand? I pondered. I heard some kind of water hit the floor, and someone retching. Gerard was puking up blood! "Gerard! Are you okay? Do you think you can make it?" I screamed, tears starting to escape and wet my cheeks. He looked up, his eyes full with pain. How can I help him? My eyes searched for a clue, a sign, something to help my friends out of their misery! And soon! 911! I stood up, and slipped out my cell phone, dialing the number, and putting the phone to my ear. "911, how can I help you?" A voice greeted. "Help! My friends.....we're in a Saw Mill factory. One of my friend's head was chopped off! The rest...black substance touched their skin and started peeling off their skin! Now their throwing up blood! Please, bring an ambulance, and quick!" I yelled into the phone. "I'm sorry, what's the address," the lady asked. "Um, I don't know. It's past Newark. On route 13. Please hurry." I responded. "Okay, someone will be there soon," she replied, and hung up. I felt a tapping on my shoulder, and turned around. No one. I looked at my friends, and they were gone! Where did they go? "Gerard! Ray! Bob! Frankie! Where are you?" I shouted. No answer. "Why, hello there! Are you missing someone?" A raspy voice asked. I turned around quickly, and gasped! A disformed, shinigami! Fully black, with a white face, and black lips that curved into a grin, he was nothing more than just a scary ghost. But scary enough to send chills down my spine. Why is a shinigami here down on earth? I stepped back a few paces, my back hitting the door. "Oh, please don't go. The fun just started!" The shinigami exclaimed. Behind him, dark figured appear. Soon, I was able to know their faces. My friends! Blood still poured down their mouths, but not as much as it was before. "Oh, look who made it to the party! Your friends!" He laughed. Something changed with Gerard, and everyone else. Their eyes....their eyes are different. "But...what happened to them? What's happened to their eyes? They look...like their not is misery anymore!" I asked. "It's because their in happiness. Though, they are a little disappointed that you're the only one for their dinner. They rather have a group of 5 or more, " The Shinigami giggled. "You? You turned them into cannibals?" I replied. "Oh, you don't think it's a gracious present? They were in pain, but I helped them!" He grinned. "You turned them into monsters!" I snapped. "Oh well, yes they are! Their monsters you...want you" He hissed. My breathe stopped, and my eyes turned wide. Me? They want to eat me! I backed out, and hit the dirt. I have to get out of here!

It's good, I don't mind the no indents just one suggestion. Try to slow it down some. It's moving so fast that you'd think this all happened in 2 seconds. Try to space it out some and describe their feelings and stuff a bit more. Otherwise it's a great plot.

Nice I liked it. But as Punk vs Emo said slow down, there is to much going on.

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