I Am the Way... | By : mychemicalresurrection Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1369 -:- 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. |
Disclaimer: I know not personally that person who is called Gerard Way, feign do I know those who are members of the band My Chemical Romance. Thou shalt not think this representeth those who are described below, for I receiveth not financial compensation for the labors of mine hands. So saith C. Allen… Amen. XD
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~Turn Away, Cuz I’m Awful Just to See~
I sobbed like a child against Bob’s shoulder as we sat in the room at the back of the bus. I had a sheet wrapped around me for now until the guys could get me some clothes. At least this time I hadn’t broken anything… but I had come damn close to losing my brother. I couldn’t believe the Patient had tried to kill Mikey.
Bob rubbed my back as my tormented soul threatened to rip from my body in a flood of tears. I could smell his cologne, the detergent he used in his clothes, his shampoo, but I didn’t want to. It was the Patient again.
A fiery red afro poked into the room and Ray said quietly, “Bob, could you come here a minute?”
The drummer made movements to get up, but I weakly grabbed him, begging in a broken voice, “Please, Bob… don’t leave me alone… he’ll get me again. I don’t want it. I don’t… please?”
Bob held me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes the way a father would his frightened son and said, “I’ll only be gone five minutes, Gerard. I’ll stay right outside to door, I promise.”
Looking back at Ray, I could see a new light had dawned on his face. He looked at my piteous form without anger, without hatred, without the spite with which he had looked at me when I entered the bus earlier. His eyes told me he was sorry for yelling at me when he had heard me screaming in my bunk, but being the stubborn man he was, he didn’t let himself come out and say it.
“Okay,” I nodded, trying to pull myself together a little more. I wrapped the sheet tighter about my waist. I hunched over with my elbows on m knees out of purest shameful embarrassment. Why did this have to happen to me?
Bob got up and went to the door, reassuringly adding, “You’ll be fine, bro,” before he closed the door behind him. With my knees up to my chest, I rocked back and forth a little, trying to comfort myself the best I could. A bead of sweat trickled down my neck as a result of the energy I’d used to cry. I felt so weak now.
“Well, now they know…” I mumbled to the Patient, despite my reluctance to admit that he still resided in my body.
“That’s alright,” the empty voice whispered inside of me. I heard a mocking laughter and tried my best to figure what the Patient had up his sleeve. “You need not worry about my safety, sweet mortal. What do they think they’re going to do? Lock you in a cage? Even the hospital can’t cure possession, you know…”
“I know…” I sighed. What was I to do? I could fight him all I wanted and it probably wouldn’t jar him an inch. I ran my hands through my hair in my typically desperate way, sighing, “Why did you try to kill my brother?”
“Then we wouldn’t have competition…”
“Mikey’s my brother,” I mumbled. “Not competition. What would we be competing for?”
“Fame…” he growled. “… you’re not the only one the fans have their eyes on now. Sure, in your videos they have no choice, but what about when you’re not standing out in front of the band? What about those who don’t find attractive the kissing of men? There are others in the band who have become more attractive to fans than you are, you know…”
I shook my head. This was getting ridiculous. “You can’t kill off the whole band, Patient… then not only would I be out of a job, but I’d be the next lead-singing drifter to fall into the abysmal background of forgotten musicians. I’m nothing without them…”
Bob opened the door and the Patient’s voice went away. I looked up at him desperately as if he knew something I didn’t. He was followed in by Ray, Frank, and, finally, Mikey. I looked from one to the other as they stood in front of me like a line of giants. I cringed a little.
“Guys? What is it?”
“Well, Gerard, Mikey told us everything…” Ray started. Why did he always have to be the logical one? “… so… the Patient is real?”
My vocal chords and face chilled instantly as Ray said that disgusting name. I could feel my lips turn into a smirk and my eyes slide up into a threatening position as the phantom that possessed me answered for himself, “In the flesh… for the time being by any means…”
The guys exchanged significant glances, except for Frank, who stared at my possessed form like he had just seen something out of The Exorcist. Mikey stepped back a few feet, going white as a sheet.
“Stop it, you’re scaring them,” I managed to push through the chilled fog in my mind. My voice changed back to my normal range and timbre before freezing again.
“Oh, they’ll learn to like me, I think.”
I was losing control, he was taking my body away from me and I couldn’t stop him.
He stood and let the sheet fall away as he walked toward Bob first. Bob, the strongest of us, didn’t flinch as my body neared him, my eyes looking into his face. But these weren’t my eyes at all. One by one, he passed by each of them in my body. When he got to Mikey, he grinned and leaned forward. My brother was being brave, despite the slight bruises rising from where my hands had been earlier. I cringed inwardly when he didn’t move away from the Patient. I thought, Please don’t hurt him again.
“Contrary to popular belief, I won’t be going anywhere anytime soon, so you may as well forget what you knew of Gerard and get used to me,” he crooned, going back to the couch and settling into a business-like position. I clinched my teeth and tried to rip back out through the layers of grime and rot of his dominance. I couldn’t let them see me this way. It was disgusting.
“I do give Gerard credit, though it may be wasted. You’re brother’s quite the fighter, Michael,” the pale form in my body continued. “But no matter, soon he’ll become too weak to fight… just like he did when he succumbed to alcoholism… he’ll give up his life to me and I will have his.”
I finally succeeded in ripping through the fog and winning back by mind and body, breathing heavily as I felt the weight of my limbs, muscles, and bones return. I leaned forward to cover my nakedness and reached for the sheet lying on the floor, breaking down in tears again. I seemed to cry so often now that it was as if it had become easier to cry than to smile.
To my shock, Mikey ran forward and grabbed the black sheet, coming to me. He draped it over my lap and he held my face in his hands, looking desperately into my eyes. I could see the care, the sympathy. He was so torn between running and encouraging me to fight the phantom that I was afraid he’d gone mad.
“Don’t listen to him, Ger,” he said, running one hand through my hair as if I were the younger brother, the one who needed support and advice. “We’re going to find a way to get rid of him… we’re going to find any way we can, right?”
He looked up at the other members of the band. They exchanged glances again and nodded solemnly. Frank walked out of the room and returned with some clothes, “Now let’s get some clothes on you. I’m sure all of us have seen more of you than we ever wanted by now…”
I felt relief fill me as I took the clothes from Frank. They hadn’t dropped me off at the first hospital they’d passed.
“Thank you… for believing me. You’ll never know how much that means to me that you’re not just throwing me into an asylum…”
“Don’t go all mushy on us now, Ger,” Ray chuckled. “You sound like a girl…”
Bob grinned at me as he left, drawling, “Yeah, put some clothes on, you naked freak…”
The smile was strange to me, almost alien, as I pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and pants. My brother was still sitting on the couch where he had come to me. He stared at me as if he were weighing an idea. He stood and came to me. I cringed. What would he do to me? I backed away a little.
Mikey wrapped his arms around me and embraced me. Then, he shocked me by kissing me hard on the lips. I pushed him away, “What the fuck, man?”
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