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Faded hopes and Shredded dreams	By : Mordeo Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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When I woke up, Amy was facing me, still out, and she was gagged, bound, and swaying. So, I realized, was I. I shook all over, both from shock and from the movement of the thing we were in. It looked like some sort of elongated truck bed, with spare tires strapped down in it, and tiny cracks of light showing through badly welded holes in the sides. We were kneeling, because that was all there was room for us to do, and even then, our heads and upper backs drug against the ceiling. We were trussed to some sort of support beam, and I could feel it rumbling with the truck around me. Not long after I woke up, Amy opened her eyes. Her eyes went wide, and she started tugging at her bonds. I saw how they were dragging into her skin and shook my head, trying to attract her attention through her muffled screams. How did we end up like this? I couldn’t remember, but then it came back. I closed my eyes. Gerard. Slowly, I slipped back into my comforting darkness, despite Amy’s continued muffled shrieks. I didn’t wake again until the truck stopped. We heard feet climbing off behind us, and I finally realized what we were inside of. A tour bus. Indeed, there were a few instruments vaguely visible in the darkness behind Amy.
Voices drifted in to us from out side. Gerard’s voice stated he was going to check the instruments, and that he’d join everyone inside in a moment. Footsteps, then keys, and finally a light. Gerard popped his head inside our little space. Amy’s back was to him, but I was looking straight at him.
“Oh, you’re awake. Is your friend awake?” I mumbled, considered, and then nodded.
“Good. Listen, we’re headed for New Jersey now. Home. So, you stay quiet, and secret from the band, and you’ll stay fed. Deal?” I shook my head no, and he made a clucking noise.
“What else could you need? Drinks? A bathroom?” I nodded emphatically, hoping for a chance to escape. “Okay. Well, give me a few minutes, and I’ll send Henry and Thomas out to help you. Does your friend need a restroom too?” Amy nodded yes, and I repeated the motion. “Alright. hang on, and I’ll bring you guys back something to eat and drink, as well.” I nodded again, and he smiled, that beatific grin of his. It looked so demonic, just now. I shuddered.
He closed the hatch, not bothering to lock it, and we could hear him climbing up the steps and softly saying something to the body guards. They gave their response slightly louder, but not much. Then he left, his steps light and skipping like. I sighed against my bonds and tried to ignore the pain in my back from this position. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes later, but it seemed like forever, Amy and I staring at each other wide eyed, tears breaking out every now and then. I wondered how the two big bodyguards would get us out. The answer came when the hatch opened and the thinner of the two crawled in. The other stood with his back to the door, playing lookout. I took a chance, and as the one inside finished untying me and moved on to Amy’s bonds, I picked up what was probably a guitar case and smashed the guard over the back of the head with it. Then I finished untying Amy, and tied up the guard with the rope. I grabbed his gun from his waist and aimed it at the guard outside as we climbed out. My hands shook something awful, but I thanked my father for teaching me how to handle a gun, even in stressful situations.
“Take us inside. You’ll lead.” I said, nudging the man with the barrel of the gun. He winced, but started walking, his hands out before him. I noticed him squeezing his middle and ring fingers together, but thought nothing of it until Gerard came running out of the diner. I had Amy pull the man’s gun out of his belt, and aim it at Gerard. Her hands shook so much, I figured if she fired, there was only a twenty five percent chance she’d actually hit him. Still, I tried to play cool.
“Gerard Way, you are an evil man. You will get a phone, call a cab, and send us straight back home. Now.” I knew it sounded corny, and it didn’t help that my voice was hoarse, my throat dry, and the taste of some utterly sweet fragrance still lingered in my mouth.
Gerard’s eyes opened wide.
“H-he took you, didn’t he?” He stuttered a little, and he spoke softly, like some sort of child.
“You took us. Now, quit playing games, and let us go!”
“I didn’t! I wouldn’t! He did—Gee!”
I rolled my eyes at this and took Amy’s gun away from her. I aimed the gun at Gerard, the other still aimed at Mr. Big and scary’s head.
“Get out your phone…” I told Gerard, and he reached for the phone slowly, but then his hand moved quickly, and he came out with a gun aimed straight at Amy.
His eyes were narrowed, and his voice was huskier, crueler sounding, as he said, “Now, you listen to me. Give Thomas his gun back, Give him Henry’s too, there’s a good girl. Now, Thomas, please escort these ladies to the bathroom, and I’ll get Henry untied.”
I was shaking with anger, and disappointment, shame, and nerves. We walked sedately back behind the restaurant and to the bathroom, with Thomas holding each of us firmly by the elbows and complaining about his job in a deep, Italian accented, gravelly voice.
We were pushed into the bathroom, set up with a single toilet and no stalls, and Thomas watched us use the toilet dispassionately. I was washing my hands when another idea hit me, and I slung handfuls of soap into his eyes. Thomas reacted badly, and a shot rang out. I grabbed Amy and we headed for the door, but it was wrenched open under my hand as Gerard burst in.
He looked from Thomas, to Amy, who was trying not to shake, to me.
“Let me guess.” He drawled, casually taking the gun from Thomas and handing it to Henry, who was standing behind him and looking murderous. “Soap in the eyes, and you were hoping that shot would bring the locals?”
Amy nodded mutely, her throat working as she swallowed nervously.
“Stupid girls. Who do you think owns this place? I do. No one will question me.”
I looked at Amy, who looked ready to cry.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered, reaching out for her shoulder, but Gerard grabbed mine instead.
“You did it, didn’t you?” I met his eyes and said, simply, “Yes.”
He slapped me, and tears sprang to my eyes. I pushed them down, easily. I’d been hit a lot growing up, and if that was the worst he had, I would be fine. Somehow I knew it wasn’t his worst, though.
“Your punishment for the trouble you’ve caused…” he smirked as he thought about it.
“You’re going to give me head. Right here. Right now.” My eyes widened and my cheeks turned a furious red.
“I don’t know how.” I whispered, my lips suddenly dry. He shrugged and aimed his gun at Amy’s chest. I dropped to my knees, my right one causing sharp pains to go up my leg. It still wasn’t completely healed from when I’d popped it out of the socket a few months ago. I gasped, and tears came to my eyes.
“You, suck. You,” he said, his eyes flicking up to meet Amy’s, “Tell me why she gasped.”
Amy was no fool. Neither was I. I unzipped his pants and undid the button, feeling his cock starting to grow. As I pulled it into my mouth, Amy muttered, “Fear? Or maybe she’s stiff from the ride.” Good, I thought. Don’t give him any weaknesses that he could use against us.
I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling it hardening under my ministrations. I could also feel my eyes welling up with tears. I began applying suction, my tongue cupping the underside of his cock like it would a giant straw, and he groaned and put his gun into Henry’s hands. His hands moved to the back of my head, and he grabbed double handfuls of my hair, pulling and pushing me further onto his cock until he hit my throat, and I gagged. He stopped, my throat convulsing around his member, and he shuddered. He looked down to see the tears falling down my cheeks, and I stared up at him through my blurry eyes. I’d managed to lose my glasses somewhere in the excitement, and even then I could see his eyes widening again, his voice dipping down into that low mumbling, hardly louder than a whisper.
“No! I’m not… Gee, no! This is wrong, this is bad—No more!” But then his eyes narrowed, and he growled at me, “Who told you to stop?” I shut my eyes, scared more now than before. I began bobbing on his cock, and as he began to cum, he pushed me backwards, so that my head hit the floor, and he knelt, his knees on either side of my neck as his seed poured into my mouth.
“Swallow, you whore.” He instructed, and I did, crying silently. When he was done, I rolled over, pulled my legs into a fetal position, and passed out.
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Faded hopes and Shredded dreams