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Faded hopes and Shredded dreams	By : Mordeo Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mikey rang the doorbell and Amy answered. I was shocked to see her, she had changed a lot. She’d lost some of the puppy fat on her face, and her once honey colored hair was dyed black and red. She looked amazing. But I was more surprised to see that her once pristine arms sported quite the collection of tattoos.

I don’t think she recognized me at first. She stared at me for a moment, then let out a cry, and we were hugging. She let go of me and turned to look at Mikey, but what ever words she was about to say were lost in her throat. Her head turned back and forth, looking down the street, and she pulled us inside.

“Sit down, I’ll be right back.”

She returned, Frank and Bob in tow, and left them there with us while she went to call Ray, Alicia, Jamia, and Mrs. Way.

“What the hell happened, man? I thought we agreed to talk to one another before making any rash moves concerning the girls.” Frank said.

Mikey heaved a shuddering sigh and took a breath, his eyes filling with tears. I put my hand on his shoulder, but Bob interrupted.

“Look, it’s obvious it’s going to be hard on him, so just let him wait until the others get here, so he only has to tell the story once.”

Frank nodded, and Mikey politely excused himself to use the restroom.

I’m pretty sure he was still throwing up when Jamia and Alicia arrived.

He didn’t come out until Ray showed up, and it suddenly occurred to me that the person Mikey was most afraid to face would be his own mother. I was proved right when she arrived and our awkward reunion came to an even more awkward silence. Alicia was holding Mikey’s hand on her lap, and he was carefully staring at the floor, occasionally glancing up, but never meeting anyone’s eyes.

Slowly, in a carefully controlled voice, he began his story. He kept pausing to draw in ragged gulps of air, and if you looked, his hand was squeezing Alicia’s so hard that his knuckles were turning white. One thing could be said for her, she never made a peep of protest.

When he finished with our coming to where we were, I looked around and was glad he wouldn’t look any one in the face. They were all glancing at us three, Mikey, Lindsey, and me, with looks of horrified pity on their faces. I didn’t need their pity, any more than I needed Gerard’s bawling or Gee’s insanity. Suddenly the last of my frazzled nerves snapped, and I stood up and just let out this animalistic scream, part growl, part sob, and I just walked out to the car, which Mikey had left the keys in, probably due to shock. I guess I was in shock too. I mean, it was as if I was watching myself, trapped in my own body, and I knew what I was doing. My mind was being completely disorganized, panicking and just going mad, while my body was behaving quite mechanically. I hadn’t driven a car in almost half a year, and I’d never learned how to operate a stick shift, so I had a lot of issues at first with down shifting, but I finally managed to get the hang of it. I soon realized that most, if not all of the others were following me in Mrs. Way’s minivan, and I let out another growl, this one of frustration. I didn’t know where I was going, never having seen these streets, except for on the ride over, and when I turned off the one I recognized, I became really lost. I don’t remember parking outside the pub, nor do I remember getting out of the car and walking into said pub, but I do remember coming to in the alley next to the pub with someone’s arms around me and my eyes swollen and dry. My throat felt twice its size, and swallowing made me realize how raw it was. I shifted in the arms of whoever was trying to comfort or restrain me, and I realized that I still wore nothing but Gerard’s oversized T-shirt. I moaned and felt a tear slip out from my eye, only to burn and irritate the already sensitive skin there.

A soft clucking, or chuckling met my ears, and I placed the voice immediately. It’s amazing, how little one needs to know who’s with them. A faint scent, a footstep, a sigh. Gee’s chuckling was something that one could hear throughout the house, even if it’s quiet and right next to your ear. I opened my eyes and saw, to my horror, that it was Gee holding me, but we weren’t alone. Mikey, Alicia, Amy, Mrs. Way, Bob, Frank, Jamia, Lesley, and Ray were all watching us with wide eyes. About this time, I noticed a cold spot on my neck. I shifted to see what it was, but when I felt the sting, I knew.

He was holding a knife to my throat. I froze, except for my tears. I’d screwed up again. Impulsive, and selfish, and a stupid little bitch. That’s what I was. It was my fault Amy and I had gotten captured. It was my fault I’d been raped. It was my fault Mikey got raped. And it was my fault they’d all have to watch me die here. I was so tired of being the world’s greatest screw up. And I began thinking, maybe it would be better if he did kill me. But really, now I wanted it, how likely was it that he’d do it? Did I care? I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. I heard him inhale, breathing in the scent of my despair, and I felt the vibrations in his chest from a silent chuckle.

“Deliver Miss Amy and Miss Lesley back to my house now, and no more blood will be spilled.” He said, his voice striking my physically as it rumbled through him and into me.

My eyes snapped open.

“No more blood?” My voice sounded awfully small, and I felt suddenly nauseated. I remembered the look on Lesley’s face when she’d told me how she’d killed her lover, and I think a similar look was on my face now.

He ran his free hand, the one not holding the knife, across the cut on my neck and brought his fingers up for me to see before he licked them off. It wasn’t much blood, probably a shallow scrape, I tried to reassure myself. But then I registered the rest of what he’d said.

Amy. Amy was going to be in Gee’s grasp? No! Lesley was strong, she’d been there for a while. I could handle it. But Amy… Amy was still innocent, and sweet, and she was still Amy. I couldn’t let me be the reason she became enslaved. I grabbed his arm and yanked it up, biting into it hard, tasting his blood just as he’d tasted mine. He looked down on me, shocked, and I saw the hand wielding the knife swing down towards my head and then-- blackness. Cold, bitter, unyielding blackness.

A/N: Wow! Okay, girls, settle down! Mikey shall be well taken care of. But, as with most good stories, it has to get worse before it gets better... muhuhahaha... ehm. Sorry for the shortness of the chapter, when I get back on Tuesday I'll update ASAP. I'll be out of town for another faire. Actually, it's the same one. Escondido is such a pretty place! But I'll be back and updating with more creepy Gee-ness soon. As always, much love for all my reviewers. For some reason, the threats to my person made me laugh.

And reviews make me want to write faster, so bear that in mind when you scroll down and see the little link. Thanks!
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