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A Lifetime isn't Enough	By : malicevampire90 Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1163 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-A Lifetime isn't Enough
- 2-Strange Dreams and Visions
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It was death, that’s what it reeked of. This entire square reeked of it. And yet, no one thought that there was to much of it, so as the took one body down, another was on their way up. She was too young to die, so why was she being led from a dark prison to this place? What had she, in her fifteen years done to deserve death? She’d fallen in love with the wrong man, that was what she’d done wrong. He was dead now; they’d killed him...three days prior. Now she was joining him in death…and it would be long and painful. She was glad that his had been quick, he’d taken it like it was an everyday thing. She’d watched. He died with his dignity and she would do the same…then there would be no regret…that was the plan. Now facing the final steps of her short life, she looked down at all of the people that had come to watch this grotesque spectacle. She felt what he must have felt, complete disdain and pity for these people so easily swayed by the words of a minister. The rest of the journey to where she now stood was in a blur. She felt her hands being pulled behind her back and tied as tight as a human could possibly do and then they pushed her forward into another man. He held her shoulder why another brought the rope loop over her head and tightened it before leaving her to stand alone on the ground. She knew how it worked…she was the extremely guilty one for falling for him, so her death was going to be more painful. She heard her name, then the minister asking for God to forgive her whorish soul…then they started to pull on the rope. She felt it start to constrict her airway, and the first reaction was to reach up but her hands were securely held in place behind her. She was no more than two inches off the ground but it was enough. She closed her eyes and opened them and tried to breath, involuntarily kicking her legs to try and either speed up her death or hopefully hit the ground and save herself some time…she looked around at all the people who looked back at her with both shocked and sickeningly gleeful smirks or frowns. Even little children were staring in awe as she slowly started to loose her strength. She tried once more to kick and find ground and the tips of her toes felt it, but it was too late and she looked around as her lungs burned and her head ached…

Mikey woke up in such a panic that he thought he might be having a seizure…but then he came around to himself and calmed down enough to make sense of the situation. He sat up on the bench and looked around finding himself still hidden beneath the branches of the full bush that he was in. He tried to ignore his sense of paranoia that was overwhelming him again and then he decided to focus on his task for today; finding the last three names on the directory page he’d ripped out. He swung his legs off the bench and soon the rest of his body followed being careful of his hip and looked at the first name of the three. The address was close and so he began to walk to the street named on the paper. He arrived there in almost record time considering he was fatigued from nearly two days straight of sleeping in below zero weather…he was surprised that he wasn’t sick yet. He went to address and found that there was nothing there…just some projects that were being built…he looked at everything he could, even retraced all of his directions and ended up in the same place. So he decided to move on to the next name. Elizabeth Way. According to the paper Miss Way lived in a really wealthy district, so Mikey knew he’d be having trouble getting in to see her most likely. But he was willing to try anything about once. He walked in the direction of the avenue she lived on and pulled his gifted coat tighter around himself. He kept walking passing person after person…and then something caught his eye. He walked over to a outdoor bulletin board that had various flyers and other things tacked to it. He searched them until he came across a picture of himself.

Green Avenue Mental Health Clinic

If you have seen this man, please call your local police force immediately. He is considered a harm to others and himself, and could be possibly armed and deadly. Please avoid simple restraining and sudden movements as these may set off a potentially deadly reaction. We urge that that if you see this man, call your local police force immediately.

Mikey looked at the picture first, it was taken a few weeks ago, after he’d tried to bleed himself dry in small amounts so the nurses wouldn’t notice. He had been almost sedated to an unhealthy degree and he looked it. He was offended by the brief description of his ‘potentially dangerous behavior’ and it blew everything out of proportion. He realized that he’d been standing there for almost five minutes looking at a picture of himself. He quickly became aware of cops that he’d known were there, but hadn’t really cared, but now he did. He silently slipped off his glasses and put them in his coat pocket relying on the fact that his sight wasn’t near blind so he could somewhat see. So he made his way to the destination in a little longer than he would’ve liked but it was better than not getting there at all. He walked up to the large door and knocked lightly. He didn’t hear any movement inside, so he knocked again. This time there was a large movement and the door slammed open revealing a incredibly pissed off, and practically nearly naked woman of almost forty. He looked down and couldn’t bring himself to look up again.

“What?!”

“I was wondering if I could ask you a question.”

“Does it look like you can? Well let me tell you my sweet little boy, if your fucking lost don’t come here, now get off of my property before I call security.” She took a long drag off of the cigarette that she’d been holding. “GO ON, GET OUTA HERE!”

Mikey apologized before turning his back and walking as fast as he could away from the door where the woman’s voice was still cackling. There was only one name now. Gerard Way. He lived in, it had to be, the shittiest part of the city that Mikey’d seen or heard of.

Constant break-ins, car stealing and other random crimes that the police had given up on ever recovering anything lost there. This was where he would find the last possible name on his list in the city. He walked over the glass littered front yard and up to the door nearly falling when a rickety old step threw his balance off. Once to the door he knocked harder than he probably needed to, but he didn’t know what exactly to expect so his nerves were really getting to him. He heard the floor creak behind the door and then he heard the various locks being undone one by one until the door opened a crack to reveal a slightly shorter man with black hair.

“What do you want?”

“Does,” he pulled out the paper to look at the name and noted his hand was shaking badly. “Gerard Way live here?”

“Yeah, what’s it to you?”

Mikey looked down at his feet. “I’d like to talk with him if it would be possible.”

The man on the other side of the door opened it up completely and motioned for the taller to come in. Mikey looked around, it wasn’t too bad, dreary but lived in and comfortable. The wallpaper was peeling and had stains from ether water or smoke on it, the ceiling was littered with water spots and various bowls and cans sat around the floor collecting dripping water from said stains. The dark haired man had seated himself on the sagging brown couch going back to what he was originally doing while watching something on he TV he could’ve sworn came from the 1920’s. He hadn’t realized he was combing over the apartment until the one on the couch spoke.

“You might as well sit down, It’ll be an hour or so until Gee gets back.”

“Oh…” Mikey awkwardly sat down on the other end of the brown couch feeling himself sink into it a little despite his lack of weight.

“My name’s Frank, and you are?”

“Mikey…” he looked over at the man he now knew as Frank and watched him roll out cigarettes. It was hypnotic watching him get the tobacco out and put on the pieces of ripped up paper then watching him rolling it up and finally finishing it by swiping it between his lips and putting over into a finished pile. Mikey looked around some more…before Frank’s voice brought him out of his inspection again.

“So, Mikey, tell me a little about yourself?”

Mikey sighed and sunk down into the couch a little. “I wish I could.”

“How do you mean?” Frank finished another and lay it down on top of the others.

“I can’t remember anything from my life until I was sixteen, I’m seventeen now, so that’s only a year that I remember.”

“Wow, that sucks for you huh?”

Mikey looked up at him and nodded. Then he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his glasses, putting them on and finding Frank looking at him strangely. “What?”

“Are you that dude that escaped the mental place?”

Mikey’s face turned pale and his heart started to beat a little faster…but he didn’t answer and his silence seemed to be enough of an answer to Frank.

“You are aren’t you…don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell. It’s not worth it.”

“Seriously?”

“Nah…why should I call the police when they don’t help us anymore…they no help us, I no help them.”

Mikey looked down at his hands…could he trust these people, after all, he’d only known Frank for around five or ten minutes.

“You really won’t tell?”

Frank snorted and finished the last of the tobacco. “Yes, why would I?”

They must’ve sat like that-in silence save for the TV-for the hour aforementioned, because no sooner had Mikey looked at the clock to see what time it was did one of the doors in the rickety old house slam open, soon followed by a loud string of cursing and crashes. Mikey jumped a little, but Frank remained perfectly still.

“That would be Gee.”

Mikey looked at him a little strangely. Frank looked back at him before yelling to the other.

“Bad Day?!”

“What was your FIRST fucking clue!?”

“Better get in a GOOD mood, you have company!”

“Who the HELL wants to see me?!”

There was little more of the crashing noises before heavy footsteps were heard coming down the small hallway that led to the back of the house. Mikey could tell by the heavy thud that this Gee was wearing boots of some kind…he surprised himself at the random notice. When the other finally came into view…Mikey looked back. He had longish black hair that was only slightly stringy looking, slightly greenish eyes surrounded by black rings. His skin was almost a garish white but by no means deathly white like his own had become. He was a slightly heavier set man, not skinny, however not fat, sort of pudgy. He seemed to be doing the same thing as Mikey was…taking in the other’s appearance. They stood-and in Mikey’s case sat-for a good five or ten minutes just taking in each other. Mikey couldn’t stop the thought that entered his mind. ‘He’s beautiful’ The one to break the silence was not himself or the other, it was Frank.

“Jesus, are you going to stand all day? Or are you going to talk to this kid?”

He looked at Frank and let an irritated grimace grace his face for a moment before nodding and stomping off to the back of the rickety old house. Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to do this…It seemed as though Frank was reading his thoughts.

“He’ll get over it…besides, if he tries to kill you I’ll let you get away.” He said with a rueful smile. Mikey felt a somewhat tensed smile cross his face but then logic told him it was a reassuring joke, only then did the tenseness go away. He resumed his original position, setting his hands in his lap and looking down at the floor. He occasionally glanced up at the television or to his right to Frank, whom was putting away his homemade cigarettes. He kept finding his thoughts turning to the previous day…how exactly he’d managed to escape when so many of the others-much smarter or stronger than him-had tried. He must have gotten lucky or something. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he jumped one hundred feet in the air when the other occupant of the house plopped down in between him and Frank.

Mikey must have squeaked or made some type of sound because both of them were looking at him with rounded eyes. He felt a heavy blush settle over his cheeks as he looked down and cleared his throat lightly. Still nothing was said. Mikey sat with his head down as far as he could manage to get it and Gee was sitting there, still looking at him-or that’s how it felt. Mikey felt the couch shift when Frank got up laying a reassuring hand on the other’s shoulder as he exited the room.

“About earlier…sorry, it’s been a shit day. I really shouldn’t have taken it out on you or Frank.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, really, I had no right to do it…” He pulled out a beat up pack of cigarettes and proceeded to take one out. “Do you mind?”

“It’s your house…”

He took it as a ‘yes’ and lit up inhaling the smoke and letting his fix calm him down. Mikey looked up, the effect was absolutely noticeable. He seemed to lean back into the couch more and let his eyes close…if it hadn’t have been so obvious-sitting right next to him-Mikey would’ve most likely thought he was asleep.

“So, what was it that you wanted to ask me?”

Mikey took a large breath before deciding to answer…he wasn’t sure he could take disappointment right now, however he sucked it up and went on with his sentence.

“I was wondering…if the name Michael Way was familiar?”

Mikey looked up at the other watching him for any negative signs. He saw an expression of something akin to shock enter his eyes and then his expression was replaced with a hardened look.

“Yes, I know the name…but what does it mean to you that I know?”

Mikey’s eyes lit up a little. “Was he related to you?”

“Yes…of course I could be confusing with someone else.”

“How old would he be?” Mikey asked quietly.

“Around eighteen…but I haven’t seen him since we were little.”

“Would you say that he left when he was really little?”

“Yeah, I would.” Gerard seemed to scan over him again, a little more slowly this time. His eyes swept from Mikey’s head down his shoulders and down the length of his body, then up again finally meeting his eyes. “Can I ask you to take off your glasses?”

Mikey nodded and slipped them off, looking at where Gerard was supposed to be. He didn’t hear the other for a long moment, he began to panic a little…he was certain that the friendly façade that this Gee had given him would give way, especially when it came to something that was apparently as touchy as this. He was startled by Gerard’s voice…it had changed from earlier and no longer held the slight edge to it.

“Mikes?”

“I don’t know…I can’t remember.”

“You look like him…”

“I might be…I don’t know.”

Mikey felt the couch shift a little as Gerard got up and walked around to the back. Mikey felt the cushion under him sink a little farther as Gerard removed something and came around to sit heavily. He placed an old dust covered book on his lap.

Mikey lifted it slightly and opened the cover slowly looking over the pages and taking in the pictures of a younger Gerard and his family. After years of not knowing anything about his childhood for the longest time, not being able to remember anything at all from his life…it was becoming frustrating and seeing these pictures of someone who might possibly be his brother it seemed, it was even more frustrating. He skimmed over the few pages when suddenly there were no more pictures…he sat there with his hand on the blank page and was in deep thought for a while. He could feel Gerard looking at him but he didn’t say anything, opting for finishing his cigarette before saying anything. Gerard smoked for a few more minutes and finally crushed the remainder of the smoke into the table and putting the butt in an old beer bottle. He took the photo album and flipped back a few pages grazing his finger over a few of the pictures before stopping and setting the album between them.

“I don’t know if you will, but do you remember that year? You were four and you were so sick…”

Mikey sat there and stared at the picture trying desperately to remember anything, he looked closely at the picture from person to person…

“Had the flu, but you were hell bent on being down there with the rest of us…of course we wouldn’t have opened the presents until you were better but you wanted to do it on Christmas day like everyone else. So you came downstairs and managed to stay coherent enough to watch all of us open ours…”

Mikey looked at the younger Gerard sitting with another younger boy between his legs on the floor with a present in front of them both. He closed his eyes and unconsciously leaned into the other, letting his thoughts empty themselves…letting them wander. He listened to Gerard’s voice letting him tell the story as he tried to remember anything.

“When it was your turn, you could barely lift your arms to even begin…so I helped you and mom took this picture. She said the picture was far too cute to pass up.”

Gerard looked down at his shoulder where the other was leaning and just settled on looking at him. This kid looked so recognizable to Gerard but he didn’t want to be wrong again…he couldn’t handle it not being his Mikey.

Suddenly Mikey jumped, his body snapping back into the upright position it had been in before. He looked at the black haired man and had a strange look in his eyes, seeming to ponder over his words for a moment before speaking.

“G…Gee?”

Gerard’s eyes were somewhat widened from the sudden movement but he returned the look to the other. Mikey looked scared and happy at the same time but he looked like he was contemplating something heavily behind those eyes.

“Mikey…do you remember?”

Mikey wanted to say no, but he did…he remembered bits and pieces. “It’s like a jigsaw puzzle…”

“Oh…that’s good, any little bit is better than nothing at all right?”

Mikey nodded looking down at his hands, appearing to be in deep thought. Gerard watched the younger boy, taking in his appearance, trying to memorize it almost…how each strand of hair fell to make the overall picture, how many different colors were in his skin to give it that glow that seemed unnatural. Of course, this was the artist in him picking out these things such as colors and proportion. He attempted to memorize the shape of his face and hands…

“Do you remember the name of the place they sent your brother to?”

Gerard was snapped out of his daze by Mikey’s sudden question but then nodded. “Yeah, it was…Green Avenue or something like that…”

Mikey nodded and let a small smile reach his lips as he reached into his pocket and brought out his ID bracelet holding it in his fingers for a moment before turning to face Gerard and giving it to him.

“What’s this?”

“I just want you to read it…if anything, you would recognize something about me if I were your brother…”

“Yeah…” Gerard looked down at the plastic, “I hope so.” He turned it over in his fingers and brought it close to his face as he tried to read it. He shifted left, then right, then he tried to move his hands around…finally he sighed and looked over at the other who was staring at his hands again. “Can I borrow your glasses for a sec?”

Mikey slipped them off his face and handed them over to Gerard not really understanding how his glasses could help…he was nearsighted after all so how would his glasses help? He sighed and leaned back into the couch wishing that he could remember something of use. He squinted over to where the other was sitting and watched as Gerard slowly read over the small print on the tag. Mikey let his head roll back against the back of the couch as he closed his eyes and tried harder to remember…he’d remembered something…he just couldn’t remember it now. Gerard had obviously noticed something when he’d called him ‘Gee’. He let his mind drift again and clear out so all that was left was the sound of a clock ticking and a thick curtain of velvety blackness.

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It was another storm, Mikey hated storms…they were so loud and angry…yes Mikey hated storms. However, there was one good thing about them…it gave him an excuse to go and sleep with his brother. When he was with Gee, he felt like nothing could hurt him and he felt like he was loved. Mikey climbed out of his bed and slowly walked out his door and into the hallway moving down the familiar path to the second door on the left. He slowly opened it and closed it before going over to where his big brother was sleeping, only a ruffled patch of black hair visible from the top of the blanket. Mikey climbed up on the bed and gently pushed Gee’s shoulder waiting a moment before pushing a little harder and hearing him groan as he turned over blinking a few times and looking at Mikey.

“What’cha doing in here?” his voice was scratchy from being woken from dead sleep, but gentle because he knew that his baby brother was scared of storms, he’d always been afraid of them. “The storm?”

Mikey nodded and watched as Gee pulled the covers back a little and let Mikey slide in. Gerard pulled Mikey up against him hugging him as they both fell asleep again tunning out the sound of the angry storm outside.

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Mikey jolted up out of his daze once again startling Gerard. Mikey knew that this was as close to a real memory as he was going to get.

“Gerard…do you remember when I came into your room, during the storm?”

“There were a lot of storms…do you know which one in particular?”

Mikey shook his head, deciding to keep his words to himself about how it was impossible to tell storms apart. Instead, he leaned forward and placed his head in his hands. Gerard looked over at him, a bit of worry etched on his face.

“Mikey?”

“I wish I could remember!” he groaned and let his fingers thread through his hair pulling at it lightly.

“Don’t try to hard…I heard it’s really straining on the brain…” Gerard sighed and leaned back pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. “Look, just…stay here for a little while, let’s see if you remember anything else in the time…alright?”

Mikey looked over and found his eyes focused on the white stick dangling from the darker haired man’s lips. “Can I have some?”

Gerard looked at Mikey questioningly before asking confirmation. “This?” he pointed to the cigarette in his mouth as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

“Yeah.”

“Sure…” Gerard watched as Mikey took the offered item and took a drag, almost immediately coughing hard as he handed it back.

“You okay?”

Mikey nodded and grinned a little still coughing. “I’ve always wanted to do that…”

Gerard returned the grin and reached up patting Mikey on the head. “Well, what do you say about the idea?”

“I don’t want to be a problem.”

“You won’t…I live with Frank, that should say a lot.”

Mikey was about to answer when a voice from the back of the house interrupted him.

“HAHA very FUCKING funny lardass!”

Mikey decided that maybe living here wouldn’t be so bad after all. Gerard looked at him letting a lopsided grin cross his face. “So?”

Mikey looked down at his hands and nodded. “Okay.”

How had it come to this? What had he done wrong in his life that would make his own neighbors turn against him? They were all lying bastards for all he cared at this moment…he knew he didn’t have many more moments to curse anyone so why not do it now? He fucking hated them all, yet he knew why they’d turned on him…it was to save their own skins and to save their families from the fate that awaited him. Yes a death sentence was nothing he would wish on anyone, but why was it him? Why had his supposedly merciful god turned his face away when he needed it most? Strangely enough, he didn’t feel a bit of fear looking up at the damnable contraption that was to sever all his connection with this world…and on a comical note his head. He felt the guards behind him push him forward as he had stopped in his moment of deep thought. He was being pushed up the steps and across the platform to the two other guards that held the board between them. He felt a twinge of angry fear at seeing the board…that piece of wood with black leather straps designed to keep the condemned completely still while their lives were to taken away ‘swiftly’ as they said. He felt them push him against it and secure the belts across his upper back tightly and then his waist, and finally his legs…as if he was going to be running with that damn thing in front of him.

Even as they pushed him up the expanse of the bed, he did not feel fear…he wasn’t scared of death and he made it known by his nonchalant attitude towards the whole situation. Even as his head was put into place, and the crowd that had gathered started to cheer and scream with joy, he didn’t care. He thought that all of the people that had gathered and were joyous over someone’s death…it was pathetic, and now he thought all humans were pathetic…they were undeserving of forgiveness and mercy…they could all rot in hell. Suddenly it became quiet and he felt the tension in the air…then he knew his time was at an end, almost as if he could hear the blade of the guillotine cutting through the silence like a knife slicing through satin…it all seemed surreal and slowed down. He heard it that time…it was almost the end…he looked around and closed his eyes intending to open them again but that moment never came…nothing but cold dark silence was there…

Gerard sat up in his bed…his breath was coming in short gasps but strangely he wasn’t short of breath. His skin felt clammy and cold yet he was all of sudden to warm. He rested his head in his hands for a minute slowly letting them work through his hair until they were on the back of his neck. He found his eyes lingering on the sheet/door that separated Frank’s room from his. Gerard had only had that dream one other time and that had happened when their mother had died…he started to worry, and when he worried he became withdrawn and sometimes people confused his mood for depression. He threw the blanket off him and pulled on some pants before scooting to the edge of his mattress and getting up. He walked slowly through the sheet being quiet so not to disturb Frank’s ‘beauty’ sleep, and then walked out to the living room/kitchen where their new guest was sleeping huddled underneath at least three blankets. All he could see, though it was dim from the four in the morning light, was a puff of brown hair and the reflection off of the other’s glasses. Gerard let out a small chuckle and reached down slipping them off and putting them on the table in front of him. He watched Mikey for a while, just looking at him really his earlier dream forgotten.

Mikey looked like an angel asleep and Gerard would’ve believed it had it not been for the reality that he was here in his and Frank’s shitty house in the worst part of the damn city because they couldn’t make enough to pay for a decent apartment. Why would an angel come to a place like this? Gerard pulled one of the blankets down from where it rested over the bottom of his face and took in the other’s serene expression, how he seemed to almost smile in his sleep, it was very cute actually. Like when a mother goes in and watches a baby sleep then goes on endlessly about how innocent they are and how they can do no wrong only to find out that in the future the kid is a serial killer on death row. Gerard was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Mikey turning slightly, but he did notice when the other started to whine a little. It wasn’t like a begging kind of whine it was more a pained whine like an animal that had its leg broken…this made Gerard look at Mikey a little more closely. The younger male’s face was contorted in pain and he was squirming a little, to Gerard it looked like a nightmare until Mikey threw his hands up in front of him screaming so loud that Gerard though he was going to be sick. Gerard found himself grabbing onto Mikey’s shoulders as Frank came through the doorway with an obviously worried expression on his face.

“What happened?!”

“I don’t know he just started doing this!”

“Gerard…”

“Frank can you turn on a light?!”

Frank went over to the nearest lamp and turned it on waiting for the bulb to actually let light flood the area before staring with wide eyes.

“Gerard…”

“Frank can you-”

“GERARD!”

“What?!”

Gerard looked up at Frank to see him looking at Mikey as if he’d just seen someone get murdered. Once Gerard looked down at Mikey, whom was still screaming and now had started to thrash a little, he thought he was going to be ill…Mikey’s hands were covered in fresh thick blood and as Gerard looked closer, he could see the origin of it.

“Frank hold him still will you?!”

Frank came over and replaced Gerard’s hands with his own holding onto Mikey’s shoulders as he gave a particularly violent jerk, he watched as Gerard held onto Mikey’s hands and looked at them. Gerard’s face became white as he looked at Frank and held up the other’s hands…Frank felt his stomach turn a little as he saw the perfectly clean holes in each of the other’s wrists…

His arms hurt…like a knife stabbing into his wrists and being drug up his arms along his veins. He wanted to yell and scream and kick and thrash but something was holding him back…when he drifted close to the barrier between reality and sleep he realized it was not something that was holding him down it was someone. Another rip of pain seared up his arms and he let out a gut-wrenching scream as he felt another pair of hands hold him down while the previous ones gripped his hands gently. He somehow knew immediately that the person touching his hands wasn’t someone he should fear…

“Frank…how much gas does your car have?”

“I don’t know…”

“Do you think it’s enough to get to the hospital?”

“We can’t take him there…you know they’re looking for him.”

Mikey fell back into unconsciousness not hearing the rest of the rapid and frustrated conversation. He knew he was not conscious, but he saw himself as sitting on a ground made of pure black…black walls, black ceiling, and black floor. It was incredibly hard to describe, just nothingness. He found himself standing up and blindly walking forward into a seemingly endless space. He realized as his hand stretched out in front of him that the pain was gone, however, the blood was still there and he was still bleeding.

“Are you afraid?”

Mikey suddenly felt the pain strike him again making him fall with an agonized cry. He looked around to see where the voice was coming from but found only darkness. He felt another sharp wave of pain as he fell forward onto the ground not being able to support himself from the agony he was in. He remembered vaguely he hadn’t answered the question…he wanted to say no but he was scared to death of what this place was. He closed his eyes trying to compose himself enough to talk, millions of thoughts racing through his mind. When he opened them he wasn’t in the same black room. The floor was replaced with green grass and many small bushes and flowers almost as if he were outside. The pain was gone again,…he stood and walked over to the left a little following sounds of what he thought was water.

“You didn’t answer my question…”

Mikey looked around the entire area not finding a single trace of any other life, but something in the back of his mind told him to keep walking towards the sound. He’d had this dream before, at the asylum, but he’d always woken up before he made it to the source of the sound. He continued to walk over the ground before him in a daze like state looking ahead of him for any signs of the disembodied voice’s owner.

“I am, but I’m not.”

“You are confused?”

Mikey continued to walk until he saw the tell tale fog that generally hung over a large body of water. He kept walking not answering at first but coming to stand where the water met the land, his eyes wide as he looked out over the expanse of clear liquid.

“Does seeing this scare you?”

Mikey looked directly down in front of him…among the many, what appeared to be bodies, floating in the still lake, this one had a purplish aura around it. He looked at it closely and took in the stillness of the person there…long pale lilac colored hair and a slightly bloodied bandage over the eyes…that was all he could see from his position.

“What is this?”

“One will find in time, the secrets that death has hidden…many years of suffering are locked away…this lake marks the passage into the land of death.”

Mikey looked around once more noticing that the bright colors of the meadow were fading to a darker hue, the grass and flowers shriveling up and dieing as the shadow of darkness swept over them. “Am I dead?”

“Our time is up…go back…”

Mikey was about to question when he opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in the realm of unconsciousness.

Mikey’s first reaction was to scream at the top of his lungs and yell because he didn’t know where he was…but he fought the urge and attempted to sit up failing as he was hindered by a pair of hands. He sharply looked up to see Frank standing next to him, looking as if he’d just woken up or he’d just started to get to sleep.

“W…what happened?”

“It’s a long story…just get sleep now okay? We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

Mikey felt a little uneasy as he couldn’t put a though out of his mind. “Where’s Gee?”

Frank looked at him with slightly widened eyes and then shook his head smiling. “He’s talking to a doctor right now…but he’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Mikey nodded watching Frank sit back down in a chair that the hospital they were at had provided, then he looked towards the door intending to wait until Gerard came back to actually fall asleep. He had laughed at himself, at the dream, it had obviously been nothing…Mikey looked towards the open door and felt his skin drain of color and felt his heartbeat pick up. It looked like a normal nun you would see in a church but the skin of the hands was far to pale to be alive…the face was pale as well the lips a light tint of blue while the eyes were covered by a piece of bright red tattered cloth. The image was enough to irk him but the part that made him feel absolute terror, the part that made the heart monitor pick up a little was the overall picture. This corpse-like nun holding an obviously unborn child, the fetus still in tact and the umbilical cord wrapped around the child’s neck once and then a series of times around the nun’s left arm until it ended three inches from the floor dripping blood. Frank had once again left the chair and was now looking at where Mikey had his eyes fixed…seeing nothing but the people passing in the hallway outside.

Mikey kept his eyes trained on the door, unblinking and unmoving. The figure standing there did not move, did not speak, it did nothing but stand there, the only sound coming from it being the sound of the little drops of blood hitting the white tile of the hospital floor. Mikey wanted to say something or do something, but his body was in a state of shock immobilizing him and it had seemed that his throat had closed up some making it a little harder to breath. He started to actually realize that he was the only one able to see what was there…he wasn’t going crazy, he couldn’t be. He knew that Frank was next to him, looking in the exact same spot but Frank couldn’t be seeing the same thing as he was…otherwise Frank would be in the same situation that he was. Mikey continued to just look at the thing until something interrupted it, making the entire image ripple like water, Mikey watched Gerard walk in and sit down next to the chair that Frank had been sitting in. He briefly looked over at Gerard before looking back at the doorway only to find the image completely gone…
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