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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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A/N: Plot bunnies for this kept me awake, so i typed my butt off. I'm thinking that there may be one more chapter after this, an epilogue. But here's what you've asked for.

Now, it's a little different than the ending I'd originally planned, so not everything fits. I'll go back and clean up my oopses later, but for now, enjoy.

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Minutes, days, maybe weeks later I woke up. I was sore in places I didn’t even know existed until now. The effort of sitting up sent shooting pain through my sides. I wasn’t alone in the dark; I could hear breathing. Two… three… four sets of lungs expanding, besides mine.

I knew the smell of this place, though, and I knew this darkness. We were in the tower room of Gee’s house. Lindsey and I used to joke about how, it being the tower, our handsome princes would show up any day, mine always faceless and nameless, and hers always struggling to coax a large amount of red-gold hair into a helmet. The mental image always cheered us up, but now it seemed bleak, and it seemed that that comfort had been stolen from us. I stood, muffling the groan of dismay that I felt at being here again, and slowly walked forward, careful to avoid the sources of the breathing.

I found the lamp and lit it, hiding most of the light, so that just a small streak of light came out. Such a strange thing, it seemed to me then, to think I’d read about someone moving about like this in an Edgar Allen Poe story, curled up in our big orange arm chair at home, with the TV on and the sound of trucks and cars zooming by. The first person I could identify with my little light was Amy. I’d have cried, but I think I was all out of tears. The next person was Mikey, and I know I let out a squeak, the result of muffling a sob. Then was Lesley. I’d know that hair anywhere. The last, though, I was completely surprised to see. It was Alicia, and as far as I knew, Gee had never looked twice at her before. She was the first one I tried to wake up, and when she didn’t reply to my whispers and shaking, I brought my ear closer to her mouth to listen for her breathing. She was breathing all right, deep, even breaths. But being this close told me the truth. That same scent lingered about her that had lingered in my mouth all those months ago. They’d been drugged, all four of them, as I discovered with each in turn. I sat down, wrapped my arms around my knees, and let the feeling of complete and utter helplessness seep into my bones. Then out of the darkness came Gee’s dry chuckle. I stood before him, unable to see anything but his shoes, because the lamp was still sitting on the floor, mostly covered. He took me by the arm and pulled me with him into the living room of the house. I saw from the clock on the stove that it was 6:30, and morning or night, this time of year, it should have been at least a little light. But no, it was just as dark here as it had been in the tower. He’d completely closed us in, with shutters on the windows and blinds and curtains drawn behind them. He could move us about as he wished, and I shivered to think about what other improvements he’d added to the house.

He sat down in the big leather armchair, and I stood before him, head bowed, waiting for him to speak. To punish me for leaving, to thank me for coming back, and for ruining my friends’ lives. I waited for him to do anything. But he sat for the longest time. Watching me, I guess. Finally he turned on the light, and I saw his eyes were normal. I fell to my knees in relief, and He fell to his knees too, and somehow we ended up holding each other, his tears on my shoulder and the side of my face. I was crying too, silently and dryly, afraid that at any moment, Gee would return. And he did. Oh, God, he did.

But not the way I’d expected. For suddenly, Gerard sat up straight in my arms, his tears still in his eyes, a look of happy disbelief on his face.

“He-he’s gone!” He whispered, running his hands over his face, then staring at his hands, fully his for the first time in who knew how long. My body managed to find tears somewhere, for tears of relief began pouring down my cheeks. They were short lived, however, because Amy came into the room, but it wasn’t her.

“No! Gee, no, don’t do this, please, God, don’t let him do this!” I was babbling, stricken. Her face, normally so calm, was distorted by rage, and her eyes were narrowed at us in a way which could only be described as hate.

“I see you’ve finally kicked me out.” Gee said, using Amy’s voice, but distorting it with the whine of a swiftly coming storm.

Gerard moaned, but he didn’t bury his face in his hands, like he would have before. Instead he stood, and pushed me behind him. It seemed so strange, the innocent against the man whose body had kidnapped and tortured me all these months, and I was cheering for Gerard.

“Don’t hurt her. Please, just don’t hurt her.” I don’t know what was going through their minds just then, but when I said that, Amy’s face turned towards me, and her eyes widened in surprise.

“You… you doubt me?” Her small frame shook, shuddered, and then straightened.

“No matter.” But Gee sounded less than sure. His weakness. I felt it, deep within me, but I didn’t understand it.

Then, while Gee/Amy was distracted by Gerard searching for a weapon to use against Gee, I stole silently up the stairs, towards the tower. Those within were sitting together, silent, eyes wide with fear, Mikey and Alicia’s hands clasped, Lindsey leaning against Mikey’s side, tears falling from under her eyelids.

“Gerard needs you. Gee’s got Amy. And our disbelief makes Gee weaker.” I said it all in one breath and ran back downstairs, but not towards the living room. I ran for the study. Gee had brought us here once, to show us his book collection, and to use us to relieve some of his tension.

What I remembered most from there was his collection of religious texts. The Bible, the book of Mormon, the Koran, and some I didn’t know the names for. I grabbed all of them and took them into the living room with me, throwing the first book I could find, something about the lost prophets, at the middle of Amy’s back. It hit her hard, and she fell forward. Gee let out a primal roar from within her, and suddenly my night at the pub made sense. I couldn’t remember because I wasn’t there. It was Gee all along, inside my body. Gerard must have come looking, and when he got close enough, Gee took over again.

But how many times had Gee been inside me, without my knowledge? Perhaps even as I slept? I hurled another book at Amy’s body, this time catching her on the side of the face. Gee suddenly left her, and she stared at me for a moment before grabbing one of the books I’d thrown. A dark mist filled the room, more concentrated in one area, and that area moved and circled, like a hawk. It dove towards Amy, but she held up the book, warding it off. She believed in the power of that book, and it worked. I tossed one to Gerard, and one each for Mikey and Alicia, standing in the doorway.

Lesley dived for the other book I’d thrown, but Gee spotted her first and dove towards her, the entire mist seeped into her. It wasn’t over yet. And she was weak now. It was time for her menses, and that always weakens the spirit. I knew from that book I’d read on possession all those ages ago. And I know there was a way to weaken the spirit of the other, but damned if I could tell how. I never finished that stupid book. Just another screw up to add to my long list.

I mentally shook myself. This was no time to wallow in a pool of self-pity.

I sidled up to Lesley, and Gee looked at me suspiciously through her eyes, the way a caged animal looks at the hand holding the syringe. I still clutched the Koran to my chest, but I stopped beside her, and I leaned it and licked the shell of her ear. Gee shivered. I crouched and recovered the book she’d been after and slammed it into her sensitive breasts. Gee let out a cry, and that mist flew out of her mouth. This time, though we were ready, and Mikey slammed the Bible shut on that dark bird of prey. An evil hiss was heard, then silence. We all collapsed, nervous giggles breaking out, all of us a little more than half apprehensive that he’d come back. But he didn’t. It was over. Gerard and I hugged, and this time the others joined in our tears of relief. It was over, and we were free. All of us.

A/N: P.S. I would love to know what you thought of this. It's quite different from anything I've written before. I'll have your epilogue to you guys on Tuesday. Enjoy your weekend! And much love to all my reviewers, especially Smooshy, whose murder mysteries help to get me in the mood to write this dark-ish stuff.

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