The Latest Plague [Chap. 10-19]

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Ten.
Gerard's POV

The clock on the wall read 12pm noon, and I was sitting in a cold chair in the deserted autopsy room whilst Yazz and her friend whispered hurriedly to one another in the corner, both ocassionally glancing at me as though checking I hadn't
dropped dead.

But I couldn't drop dead, because I was already dead.
I think. I mean, I could breathe, and I could talk, and I was for the most part alive. But I was dead too. It was bizarre and unnatural and the most awkward thing to adapt to.
Because this plague works in wierds ways.
I was killed by it... so I shouldn't of been alive.

I didn't want to take any risks. I knew the dangers. Or at least, I was guessing. Somewhere in the back of my mind was this nagging thought that something had happened to the disease. Something that had made it mutate. Maybe it was the constant feeling of icy cold I had every minute of every day, or perhaps it was the pointed teeth poking the inside of my lips.
Whatever it was, I didn't feel safe.

I was jerked from my thoughts by the face of Yazz, who had reappeared with a concerned Allie by her side.
"Gerard, you okay? You like, spaced out there." She grinned. I shook my head and stood up.
"I was thinking," I said quickly, "So what's happening?"
"Well," Yazz began, and her face contorted in anger quicker than lightning, "the fucking company is blaming me for your disappearance.

A pang of guilt hit me almost as fast as her change of mood, "Seriously?"
"Seriously," replied Allie, tugging at her black hair angrily, "they want her under arrest for necrophilia or something. We gotta get her out of this place!"
"Necrophilia my frozen dead ass," I smiled, my thoughts wandering slightly about Yazz's possible reasons for working in a mortuary, but I was brought back to reality when she placed a hand on mine and pulled me to my feet, the gameboy falling out of my lap and being swiftly caught by Allie, who pocketed it.

"Pokemon Yellow, my favourite," She smiled to me as we fled the room, emersing ourselves in the maze of long white corridors stretching in every direction, Yazz leading us, her hand still gripping mine.


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Outside, the cold air did nothing for me as we trudged through the carpark, approaching Yazz's red corvette parked hap-hazardly over two spaces - a sight that made me cringe at her poor driving skills being matched with such an incredible car. The one I had always wanted... damnit. Dead people can't drive.

Yazz jumped into the drivers seat, Allie climbing in on her right. I cautiously slipped into the back space, balancing my elbows on the seats in front as she throttled the ignition and manuevered the car clumsily onto the main roads of New Jersey.

"So what now?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at me as we drove at '90 past the barbies and kens immortilised in plastic packaging in a shop window, the passer-by staring in awe at us as we raced around corners.
"Where the hec did you get the money for this?" I questioned, admiring the leather interior.
"I cut up a lot of people," she muttered, and Allie laughed, "so where are we going to?"

"We could go to your place, Yazz..." Allie suggested.
"Nah, they'd get me there, I'm a criminal remember?" She said calmly, "Gerard, you know of any safe places we could hideout for a bit?"
A place popped to mind. Then again, it's inhabitent didn't make it particularily safe at all.
"Well..." I started, "there IS my brother Mikey's flat on Irvine Turner Boulevard, but uhh..."

"Sounds good to me," Yazz interrupted, nodding her head and hanging a left to ride down Montgomery Street. I sighed and lowered my hand, wondering what they would find Mikey doing in mid-afternoon all alone in his flat after discovering his brother is actually alive.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

I TOLD YOU that you'd make me a necrophiliac.
Hahahahaha,, what WOULD Mikey do in his flat...
I seem to remember a certain dressing room pizza bust-in =P
Ohhhh,, Pokemon yellow =P
Playing Crystal at the mo.
Barbies and Kens - To The End much?? =P
Somehow I get the feeling Gerard's gonna end up spreading this "plague"...
He sounds veryveryvery vampiric.
Oh yeah,, might not be able to update for a while =[
Dads "improving" the pc,,
And the Yazz was in a car incident last night =|

But alas!!
THISISAMAZING.
Keep it up =]
Xoxox <333

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Eleven.

"Gerard?" I said carefully, looking at the sight before me, "what is the stuff dripping off the ceiling?"
He looked from the roof, which was covered in a thick yellow liquid falling onto our heads, to the exploded microwave in the corner, and then to his brother who was sitting watching us all gaze in fear at our surroundings.

"Don't make eye contact and I'll take you to your room," Gerard muttered quickly and ushered me and Allie out into the living room once again, where various household appliances were lying discarded in a bin-liner next to the door, sparks flickering from within it's black plastic depths. We picked our way through the mess on the floor, dodging around the sofas and the coffee table, and into the bedroom on the right. The three of us crammed inside (Allie had accompanied us to the flat) and Gerard hastily kicked some of the dirty laundry lying forgotten on the green carpet under the double bed. I looked at the bed feeling a blush rising up my face and, feeling his eyes on me, promptly looked away. Allie was stood by the door, her arms folded with a look of satisfaction on her face.

"My oh my," she grinned, "a double bed... what a shame!"
I nudged her in the ribs.
Gerard cleared his throat in a somewhat embarrassed way and motioned out of the window, "We have a pretty good view of the high street up here, so we can see if anybodies coming."
I nodded in approval, "Sounds good to me."
"We can see the guys' houses from here too, which could come in handy."

After all, we were on the seventeenth floor. It made sense to be able to see the whole of NJ from one window.
"Guys?" Allie repeated.
"My friends... Ray, Frank and my brother, if he actually counts."
"Frank Iero?"
Gerard raised his eyebrows, "Yeah... why?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing. I just knew him back in uni," she said calmly, but it didn't take a second glance to see the huge grin spreading across her face, "Anyways, I best be off. I'll see what I can find out for you, Yazz."

"Oh, okay, then..." I said, "See you later."
"Come back at say, 8pm yeah? I'll get the guys over and we can hang out." Gerard interrupted. Allie nodded and left the room, treading carefully as she went. We were left alone.

"So..." Gerard stated, looking back out of the window as we heard the door close, "What do you wanna do?"
"This is awkward..." I smirked, "So where do I sleep?"
He laughed, "Erm, I never thought of that. It would probably be a bit wierd if we were to share the bed," I wouldn't mind, "but I don't particularly want to risk being within ten feet of my brothers room or the sofas. I'll take the floor, you can have the bed to yourself."
"Are you sure?" I gasped, feeling instantly guilty.
"No, it's fine, don't worry," he insisted, "I'm already dead, sleeping on the floor for a while won't do me any more harm."

"For a while? You mean I can stay?"
"For as long as you want," He smiled.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

=D
Allie knew Frank at uni,, aww how sweet.
Mikey seems to be... rather creepy,, like his flat.
And thats not because of the exploded microwaves.
What are you trying to hint at during this part:
"So..." Gerard stated, looking back out of the window as we heard the door close, "What do you wanna do?"
"This is awkward..." I smirked, "So where do I sleep?"
He laughed, "Erm, I never thought of that. It would probably be a bit wierd if we were to share the bed," I wouldn't mind, "but I don't particularly want to risk being within ten feet of my brothers room or the sofas. I'll take the floor, you can have the bed to yourself."
"Are you sure?" I gasped, feeling instantly guilty.
"No, it's fine, don't worry," he insisted, "I'm already dead, sleeping on the floor for a while won't do me any more harm."

"For a while? You mean I can stay?"
"For as long as you want," He smiled.

Yeah long quote but still.
><
Why can't we make eye contact...?
Then again,, I don't make that much eye contact anyways =P
Especially when theres all this promptly looking away whenever Gerard looks at me.
What's "My oh my, a double bed... what a shame!" all about =|
IDONTWANTTOBEMATTDAVIESTHISMUCH.
It's creepy.
But still.
MORREEEEE.
Long comment but that's the beauty of the fanfic =P
Xoxoxox <333333

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Twelve.

"GERARD! OH GOD GERARD, STOP!"
"NOT YET!" He cried, his hands clawing at my head as I screamed and withered, my face pressed against the pillows.
"Ahem," came a voice from the door and, managing to prise my head away to see the visitor, I spotted Mikey stood at the foot of the bed as white as a sheet, "what the fuck are you two doing?"
Gerard got off my back as Mikey looked from him, to me, and to the broken brush hanging out of my hair.
"Oh. Okay then..." The younger brother muttered, and left the room as quickly and quietly as he had came.

"Your brother is really scary." I muttered, watching him vanish back inside his bedroom.
"He's just disappointed it was only a brush that was stuck..." Gerard said solemnly, then broke out into a grin as we both laughed at the pure creepiness of Mikey.
"So what do we do about my hair?" I asked, once I had managed to regain my breath.
"Well, obviously trying to tug it out didn't work... maybe I should try cutting..."

I felt the colour fade from my cheeks, "C-cutting?"
Gerard laughed again, "Just come here!"
"No!" I squealed, taking a step backwards. He came closer, reaching for the pair of scissors on the bedside cabinet and brandishing them at me with a smile.
"Just a few snips and it's out..."
"No!" I said again, turning to run away. Before I could take another step, however, I felt him fly at my neck and before I knew it, I was pinned to the floor as he sat on my waist, the scissors coming closer to my scalp.
"Close your eyes," he instructed. I thrashed around and shut my eyes tight, dreading what my hair was going to look like after being exposed to Gerard's hairdressing skills.

"Okay, you can get up now," Gerard grinned above me. I opened one eye and saw his face floating above me, the brush in his hand. Looking at him suspiciously, I reached up and ran a hand along the side of my head where the hairbrush had become entangled. It was perfect.
"You actually thought I would cut your hair, dumbass?" He grinned, flicking bits of broken hairbrush at me. I laughed and punched his arm. He lost his balance and fell down, effectively smooshing me.

For a second, it felt nice.
Then I felt one of my ribs slowly crack.
"Erm, Gerard...?" I said breathlessly.
"Oh, erm, sorry," he muttered quickly and stood up, offering me a hand and pulling me to my feet just like he had on that fateful night when we had first met, "do you know what the time is?"
Mikey's bespectacled face appeared at Gerard's shoulder silently, his expression blank. Gerard's eyes slowly slid to look at the head next to his own as I stared at them both. He must of sneak in while we were on the floor.

"It's eight o'clock eastern time," Mikey said in a monotone into his brothers ear, and then turned to smile at me. I smiled faintly back, my heart racing from the shock.
"Mikey... why do you keep doing that?" Gerard said. Mikey turned back to face him. From where I was standing, it looked as though the elder brother had grown another head.
"Doing what?" Mikey said sweetly, and crept slowly backwards into the living space. Gerard shuddered, and together we followed.

"I was wrong," I whispered, leaning across to Gerard as we walked.
"What about?" He asked worriedly.
"Your brother is even scarier than I thought."

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

**chokechokechoke**
I WAS CHOKING ALL THROUGH THAT CHAPTER.
THAT. Is how funny Mikey's physcoticness is.
THAT. Is how good a writer you are.
That is also how well I got the wrong impression.
**Smug**
UPDATE =]]]]
Yeah I will too.
SO HA.
Xoxoxoxox <3333
**SxPxF**

PS: Hardcore picture.

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Thirteen.

By the time we had settled on the three-seat sofa - Mikey sat at the end, and myself and Gerard huddled as far away as possible from him - Allie, our friend Zoe, and the rest of the brothers' friends had began to arrive. I was just exchanging pleasantries with Ray Toro, one of Mikey's close friends, when Frank burst in through the door. He looked a little more awake now, and without the angry tears falling down his face like before, he didn't brush up too bad at all. As soon as he came in, however, he looked straight at Allie, his face lighting up.

"I know you!" They both said simultaneously, and ran at eachother to hug. Gerard looked on with a smile.
"You're the kid that whacked me with a guitar on prom night!" Allie screamed.
"And you're the kid that trimmed my eyebrows when I fell asleep in History!" Frank screamed back, practically bouncing on the spot, "And they never grew back right!"
"I always thought they were girly..." grinned Ray from the corner.
"So is your voice, Toro!" Grinned Frank, leading Allie and forcing her to sit next to him. I caught her eye and she smirked.

"So... let's talk about something..." Gerard cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows at those gathered. Mikey made a noise as though to say something, but stopped and turned to look at Zoe instead, humming something that sounded suspiciously like the Thomas The Tank Engine theme. Zoe carefully scooted a few inches back into the coffee table. A lamp in the corner exploded next to Ray's head and Mikey stopped humming and grinned at the flaming lampshade. Gerard rolled his eyes and shuffled sideways into me, pushing me further over the edge of the sofa as he tried in vain to escape his sibling.

"I have a question," piped up Ray, his eyes darting from us to the burning lampshade flaming dangerously close to his extravagant ginger afro.
"Pray tell, Toro." Nodded Gerard.
"Well, you know when you told me about what had happened on the phone earlier? With the plague and stuff? Well, what I was wondering is... err, if you had the plague and stuff then... do you still have it?"

There was a long pause, in which everyone turned to look at Gerard, and the only sound was his cold breath on my neck as he froze, deep in thought. Finally, he looked up at Ray, a slight frown on his face.
"I don't know..." he said quietly, "I don't feel any different, I don't even though that much about it... it feeds off depression, but... I don't know what else. I don't know if I have it, or if I'm clean, or if I could just kill each and every one of you if you even so much as shed a tear."

The silence that followed was sorrowful and almost mourning. I looked up at Gerard, who lowered his eyes from the ceiling to look at me. They were shining faintly with tears, glimmering from the fire in the corner. I looked up at him, almost pitying him, but knowing deep down that I shouldn't, for he's as strong as any living person. But he seemed so... weak. So scared. So insecure.
"I don't want to hurt any of you," he whispered to me. I nodded, feeling stinging tears welling up in my own eyes, and looked back at the others.

"I think that concludes question and answer time then..." Frank smiled, trying to keep everyones moods up, "so where do you keep the Skittles, Mikey?"
"In the cupboard..." came the reply, as Mikey looked fondly at his wrecked lamp.
Frank lept up, grabbing Allie and pulling her off into the kitchen. They returned moments later with four big bags of Skittles and tossed a couple round the room grinning.

I opened the bag, offering it to Gerard first. He waved his hand and shook his head.
"Not hungry," he muttered. I sighed.
"Not even a red one?" I urged.
"I don't like the red ones."
"A yellow one?"
"Nah."
"...Green?"

He looked back at me.
"Green are my favourite..."
I waved one in the air in front of his face. His green eyes followed in hungrily. He opened his mouth and I tossed it in.
"Not hungry then?" I grinned. He shook his head and laughed.

"Do you have any more green ones?"
I smiled to myself, "Plenty."

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Haha.
I hate the green ones xD
PURPLE SKITTLES ALL THE WAY.
Oh yeah.
Choking MEGALY all through that.
As you should know by my retarded typing over MSN to you.
Trimmed his eyebrows,, eh??
UPDATEUPDATEUPDATEEE.
I,, urr,, am kinda hiding in this room for the time being...
Meanna be in bed I think,, yoo see =P
Xoxoxox <33333

PS: Thomas the tank engine??
Loser kid xD
BATMAN. =]

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Fourteen.

"Bedtime." Gerard announced, as the door slammed, marking the departure of the last guest. Mikey had fortunately vanished back within the depths of his bedroom and, having taken his now smoking lamp with him, things were starting to feel a little bit safer.

Together we walked back into our room. Whilst Gerard set about retreiving a blanket from the wardrobe, I perched myself on the very edge of the bed, watching him.
He was so perfect. As soon as the thought had left my head, however, I instantly scolded myself. I couldn't wastemy feelings on Gerard. We could never have anything. Just friendship. And even then, it was a suspicious and cruel friendship, not knowing whether he had the ability to destroy me or not. It was risky... but something deep down kept telling me it was worth it.

"Yazz, you okay?" Gerard asked me, his face breaking me from my thoughts as he kneeled to my level.
"I.. I'm fine. Just thinking."
"What were you thinking about?" He asked.
"...you."
"What about me?"
I gulped, feeling a blush rise up my face, "I just worry about you, Gerard."
"Oh. Yeah, I... I guess everyone does. After what happened. And you can call me Gee, y'know. We are friends, right?"

"Yeah!" I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck in a hug, "and friends tell eachother stuff. What happened?"
He hugged me back, his hands squeezing my shoulders.
"I'll tell you sometime. But for now-" he placed a finger on my lips to silence me as I opened my mouth to protest, "it's way past your bedtime, Sugar."
I smiled, "I'm only five years younger than you!"
"Whether you're twenty or even twenty-hundred, you gotta sleep sometime. I'll go get changed in that corner, you change in that corner, and then we can get some rest, alright?"

I looked doubtfully at the corner he was pointing for me to head towards.
"Sorry by the way," he said, "but you never know what you'll find in Mikey's bathroom. This is the best arrangement I can come up with."
"No, it's okay, it's just..." I could hardly say I wouldn't mind if he had to change right in front of me. That was another thought I had to banish from my mind, "I'm tired."
"All the more reason to change then!" he smirked, and headed into his corner holding a shirt and boxers. I sighed, pulling my own nightwear out of the suitcase we had retrieved from my apartment earlier, and walked to the corner, beginning to untie my shoes.

I managed to resist sneaking a crafty look at Gerard as he changed, and waited until he came over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I jumped slightly and spun around, coming face to face with the black stiches lacing up his skin.
"I forgot about those," I whispered, running my fingers across the thread. He was cold as ice.
"I kind of like them," he smiled, "I like your pyjamas too."
I looked down at the bat-embroidered shirt and bottoms and smiled, "I like your boxers. We kind of match."

He blushed, "Yeah well."
"I'm joking. Goodnight."
"'Night, Yazz," he smiled and, leaning over, kissed my lightly on the cheek. I giggled and brushed his hair out of his eyes. He smiled at me again, and walked over to the lightswitch, plunging us in complete darkness. I fumbled my way into the warm bed, hearing him groan as he struggled to find a nice position to sleep in on the floor. Finally, there was silence.

It could of been hours that I spent, just staring blankly up into the darkness above my head. But I knew he was still awake from the way he breathed, to the way he never made a sound.
"Gerard...?" I whispered into the night.
"Yes?" Came his soft reply.

"Promise me... no matter what, promise you'll never hurt me."
A pause that seemed to stretch on for all eternity followed, until I heard the words I was dying to hear.

"I won't. Ever."

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

OOOOOO.
Sounds SO Vampires WIll Never Hurt You-ish.
Awww,, so sweet!!
Finally not choking =]
LOVEITLOVEITLOVEIT.
Ooer,, what could Mikey keep in his bathroom,, a lobster or something??
For homemade sushi meals.
Euurgh.

MORE DAMMIT.
=D
See yooo,, after i go and pretend to sleep now =P
Haha,, five years younger...
Sounds like that TV show,, 10 Years Younger xD

Xoxoxox <3333

[xxcemetarydrivex]

omg............omg..........I mean omg...
You must write the next chapter ! that it amazing!
Amy

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Fifteen.
Gerard's POV

I rolled over in my sleep, my head finding a cooler part of the pillow as hands shook me, forcing me to awake. I ignored it as long as I could possibly do so, the pushes and shoves slowly getting more frantic, a hand now finding my face, slapping my cheek. Finally I cracked and leapt up, the blanket falling into my lap. In the scarce light filtering in through the curtains, I managed to pick out the face of my brother suspended above me with a look of concern.

"Gee, can I talk to you?" He whispered, glancing over his shoulder. Craning to look past him, I caught a glimpse of Yazz turning over in her sleep.
"Is it going to be a sane conversation?" I asked suspiciously.
"As sane as I can make it..."
"Not very, then."
"Just shut up and get out of bed."

With a sigh I obliged, pulling the blanket off of myself and rising steadily to my feet, grabbing a shirt from the chair by the door as I slumped across the carpet in Mikey's wake. I lightly closed the door behind me, wondering what Yazz would think if she woke up whilst I was gone, and followed my brother into his room.

I hadn't been in Mikey's flat for such a long time since moving out, but it had barely changed since then. The bed was as messy as I had remembered it; the sheets still draped the way they would whenever he fidgeted in his sleep. His glasses were sat on the bedside table next to the wrecked lamp, surrounded with post-it notes and pieces of paper that overflowed from the bin onto the carpet. Dirty laundry was left abandoned on the floor amongst magazines and books strewn everywhere. A smashed amp was balancing at the foot of the bed, where he was now stood, watching me suspiciously. I returned the look and leant against the wall behind me, a nail digging into my back uncomfortably.

“So what’s this about?” I enquired. I was too tired to have a decent conversation, and felt too awkward to have a discussion about my resurrection. I wanted to avoid any questions I was bound to be asked eventually, not welcome them with answers.
“It’s about that girl.”
“Which one might that be?”
“The one that... you know, the one in there... I forget her name.”
“Yazz?” I prompted. Mikey nodded and looked away.
“Yeah. You like her.”

My heart skipped a beat.
“You can’t tell me whether I like people or not, Mikey.”
“But do you?”
I paused, my eyes very quickly finding the floor. Once again I felt the regular twinging in my stitches, reminding me.
“Yeah. I... I think... it’s complicated.”
Mikey laughed to himself, walking to the window. I followed him with my eyes, picking out his silhouette against the strand of light streaming through a gap in the curtains.

“I can still read you just as well as I could when we were kids.”
“When you guessed where I was going after school everyday?”
“And I took the liberty of writing that letter to Christina Ricci telling her that if she saw a fat kid with long black hair cycling up and down the road, she should call the police.”
I narrowed my eyes, “You’re such a prick.”
“But I’m a right prick.”
“This time.”

Mikey turned back to the window, peeling back the curtains and peering out into the street. I could hear the sound of sirens wailing in the distance, and wondered if they were looking for her. Once again, I was reminded of the person sleeping just a room away, and felt a pang of guilt pierce my heart.
“But I... I know I can’t tell her.”
“You’ll do well to remember that, Gee,” Mikey muttered, his back still turned away from me, “Because you know what will happen if you do.”
“How do you even know all this?”
“I did my research. I know all about the depression and the vampires. And we know what will happen if you let your feelings carry you away.”
“I... know.” I stammered, feeling a tear swell in my eye and begin to seep down my cheek.
“If you love her that much... you’ll listen to your head. Right?”
“...Right.” I repeated. He turned, pulling the curtain across to illuminate my face. I instinctively pulled a hand to shield my eyes, using the other to quickly wipe away my tears. He noticed.
“Stop being so overdramatic, my brother,” Mikey said in a sing-song voice, gliding over to the stereo next to the wardrobe. He pressed the play button, and jazz music started blaring from the surround speakers. Startled, I waved my hands, signalling for him to turn the volume down. He ignored me and instead walked over to me, holding out both his hands.

“Dance with me, Gee.”
I stared at him.
“Pleaaasseee?” He whined. I sighed.
“You’ll wake her up.”
“That’s okay. I want to dance the night away... dance... like an angel... all night...”
I watched him mutter to himself whilst backing out the door, managing to open it with one hand whilst keeping my eyes fixed on him and slamming my back against it once I was on the other side. I sighed, wiped my face down once again with the sleeve of my shirt and walked back into the bedroom. Yazz was sitting up in the bed, watching me with very tired interest.

“What happened?” She murmured sleepily. I shook my head.
“Just Mikey being weird again. Go back to sleep, he’ll get bored of dancing eventually.”
“...Dancing?”
“I’ll tell you in the morning. Night.”
“Night...” She whispered, and I heard the sound of her head hitting the pillow as I followed suit, staring up at the ceiling.
I knew I couldn’t get too close. But it would be so hard...

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Oooo...
SO MUCH GODDAMN TENSION!!
Haha,, Prick wars xD
Like Robot Wars.
And Mikey?? Dancing?? Well I think we can both picture that rather well =P
Haha,, police,, after me,, and my low grade in my maths test xD

MORE,, like.
Tomorrowww.
And I might end up putting my English story up here,, I'm quite proud of the concept,, actually... ><

**SxPxF**

Edit:

Weeell,, seems to me that Christina Ricci turned into Liza Minelli =P
"'And I took the liberty of writing that letter to Christina Ricci...'"
It sounds like Mama =]

Ooohhh,, Gerard seems to be ein vampiren.
With the whole "You know what'll happen if you get too close" and the "pointed teeth poking inside of his lips".

Update,, yeah??
Xoxox **SxPxF**

[xxcemetarydrivexx]

nice. very nice. i likey
mikey way dancing....to jazz .!?!?!? Wtf?
i think hes a bit mental....reminds me of someone...oh yeah !! ME !
MWHAHAHA !
oh yeah. yazz should be bitten at the end. ithink thats what the story is impiling.
Amy the mad one.

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Sixteen.

"Goooood morning!" Frank's voice yelled from the doorway. Instinctively I raised a hand to shield my eyes against the light flooding into the room, spotting Gerard pulling a jacket over his usual black shirt. I nudged the blankets off myself and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.
"Morning Frank," I murmured, and stumbled away to brush my teeth. Pushing open the bathroom door, I refrained from risking a glance into the bathtub, and instead looked at myself in the mirror. My black and orange hair was hanging limply around my face, messed at the back. I had dark circles under my eyes and my lips were chapped and paler than usual. I splashed cold water on my face, gave my teeth a quick brush, pulled on a shirt and jeans and returned to the bedroom.

When I got back, I discovered that Gerard had remade the bed and Frank was now sat on it, holding a large, full bottle of vodka and wearing a broad grin. I looked from him to Gerard, who was staring at the bottle wearily.
"I was thinking, we should all go out today. Clear our heads, y'know, have some fun." the shorter of the two grinned.
"You know I'm trying to stop, Frank..." he said quietly. Frank smirked once more and jumped off the bed, positively bouncing to his friend.
"I haven't had any yet so I can talk sense. But it' okay - trust me. You need to loosen up." He smiled, looking to me for support. Gerard turned to me too.
I wasn't sure what to say, but come to think of it I really could use a good drink to help me forget about the whole on-the-run thing.

"Maybe it'll do some good for you, Gee..." I began. Before I could finish, however, he nodded and grabbed the bottle from Frank.
"You're right, Yazz. Let's go!"
They both ran out of the room. I reached for my hoody and followed, zipping it up and tucking my hands inside the pocket.

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"WOAAAHH, LIVING ON A PRAYYYERRR!"
"Come on Frank, let's go home," Allie muttered, trying to prise the microphone out of his hand. He tugged it back and continued singing, the high notes wailing through the speakers. We all cringed as Allie and Ray, the only sober members of our group left, continued attempting to separate Frank from the karaoke machine.

"Should we sing?" Gerard spoke into my ear, his breath smelling heavily of alcohol. I giggled and swayed, my mind a blur from the glass after glass of god knows what I had been downing all night. I grabbed his hand to steady myself and smiled.

"I would but Frankie is hogging the microphone," I slurred. We cracked up laughing. We were really, really, hammered.
There was a shout of triumph that was somewhat muffled by my slow reactions, and Allie and Ray appeared next to us, dragging Frank by the arms along the ground. He was in hysterics, rolling on the ground and howling with laughter. Ray sighed and together they hoisted him up to his feet, leading him out of the club. With a few shuffling steps backwards to steady myself, I followed them out, linking arms with Zoe, who in turn linked arms with Mikey. He smiled and put his head on her shoulder. She giggled and we all swayed out of the door.

"How the hell are we going to get them home?" I heard Allie ask Ray, as Frank stopped momentarily to watch an airplane fly overhead. From our warped and twisted outlooks, it looked like fairy lights in the sky. It was eerily amazing.
"I want to keep them away from the roads... maybe we should get them across the bridge at the station, that gets us the my house quicker."
"You reckon that's safe?"
In the darkness, I picked out Ray looking from Frank, who was still staring transfixed at the sky, to the rest of us, a look of concern mirroring Allie's plastered on his face.

I giggled, my hand still gripping Gerard's. His fingers were smooth and cold, his jacket warm as it pressed against mine.
"I like being drunk with you," I smirked. Gerard nodded in agreement.
"We could do it more often, y'know."
"But... what if you die?"
"I already did!" He grinned, and we burst out laughing. Allie looked over her shoulder as she propped Frank up.
"That isn't really funny, guys."
We ignored her and continued to laugh at one another, Zoe and Mikey now joining in. I nestled my head into Gerard's shoulder.

Somewhere, a little voice in the back of mind was screaming at me to get control. To calm down. To start paying attention, to get away from Gerard before something bad happened. Maybe it was my consciousness. But whatever it was, I blocked it out easily, my carefree train of thought muffling it long enough for me to stay as content as I was as we started walking again, heading for the busy interline carrying the trains due for NYC's Grand Central Terminal.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Haha!
Me,, Gerard,, binging buddies.
Im afraid that made me laugh =P
Seems like Zoe and Mikey are hitting it off too...
Oh God,, what type of ridiculous mental mutilation are you gunna do to her =/

Ohhhh dear,, sounds like the time when the teddy bears have a picnic.
Ooo,, it's getting oh so tense in the warped and twisted outlook of the Yazz...
And did I spy a certain titchy reference to cancer?? =P

UPDAATEEE!!
Pwease??
=]

So Long and Goodnight!
After the minibus and IT creepy people.
**SxPxF**

[xxcemetarydrivexx]

cool !! i can tell something bad is going to happen XD
Anyway keep it up !
Amy xx

[decay;;]

Seventeen.
Allie's POV

It was complete and utter chaos. The bitter wind did nothing to improve my mood as we moved slowly forwards, Ray and I leading our paralytic friends across the deserted roads, creating this illusion that we were the only people in existence.
It was a strange feeling, and one that worried me. New Jersey was a place that should never be so quiet, not even at four in the morning. I could sense, even now, that something was going to happen. A bad something.

I felt the tickle of Ray's curls on my face as he leaned over to me, pointing ahead to the faint outline of the bridge. Squinting against the bright lights lining the railway tracks, I could just pick out a yellow and black tape blowing hap-hazardly across the entrance to the bridge.
"Fuck off..." I muttered, trailing off my sentence as I looked over my shoulder at the group, all linking arms and swaying.

"What should we do?"
Ray looked at them, ad then back at the railway tracks, "If we try and take them back they'll get overexcited. We'll just have to find a way to get across."
I gasped, cringing. New Jersey was the last stop before New York, and it was a busy, busy station. It would be risky as hell to get five drunk people across without them getting hurt.
"But it's okay," Ray continued, spotting my expression, "I know this place off by heart. Trains come every ten minutes after midnight. If we get there in time, we can get them across safely."

I nodded, still feeling queasy at the prospect, and we continued forwards. Behind us, conversation was still running strong.
"Y'know," I heard Mikey slur with a distinct giggle, "I wanna fuck you."
I heard the familiar laughter of Yazz and a reply from Zoe that I couldn't quite hear, but it was obviously outrageous judging by the loud screams of laughter that followed. I rolled my eyes.

Finally, I heard a crunching beneath my feet, alerting me that we had reached the side of the tracks. There were four on this side, with a platform in the middle and another four for the trains leaving New York. The station was closed, and the only signs that there was every people here was the occasional litter blowing aimlessly across the tracks as the wind grew louder in my ears. I looked both ways down the tracks as Ray turned, stopping everyone from advancing onto the lines. It was clear, a single green light serving as reminder of the dangers we were about to face.

"Ooh, trains!" Gerard squealed, grabbing Mikey round the neck and pointing excitedly. Mikey swayed on the spot and put a hand to his mouth.
"I don't feel okie dokie anymore," he muttered hoarsely. Gerard mocked him and turned back to Yazz, trying to push her hair out of her eyes as the wind blew it forwards.
"We've got three minutes to get them across," Ray said nervously to me, eying his watch. I nodded and, grabbing Yazz by the arm, proceeded to drag the line onto the tracks, the metal bars digging in through the soles of my shoes.

"We're off to see the wizard!" Zoe yelled, pointing to the lights of the town ahead. Kearny, New Jersey. We'd come a long, long way from Newark. We had no choice but to stay the night at Ray's. That was if we managed to get across safe and sound.
We crossed the first line... and then the second. I kept making shifty glances at Ray's luminous watch. We had a minute left. If we could get to the platform, we would have plenty of time to get across the rest of the tracks.
There was a tapping on my shoulder as we approached the third track. I spun round to face Gerard.
"Allie," he said, his face pale with a light green tinge, "I think Mikey's ill."
He pointed behind him, where his brother was bent over double on the first track throwing up, Zoe rubbing his back and holding his bottle for him.

"Ray!" I yelled, looking anxiously from the watch and back to Mikey. Ray turned round, his eyes widening in horror, and he ran forward, dragging Zoe away and helping her climb up onto the platform. I let Gerard stumble after them and walked over to Mikey.
"You okay?" I asked quietly. He nodded, spluttering. A few more spots of vomit appeared on the rails. I looked ahead, down the tracks, and spotted the faint pinpricks of train lights coming closer by the second.
"We have to move now," I continued, "can you walk okay?"
"I'm... I, I think I'm a bit more sober now." He whispered back. I grabbed one of his arms, wrapping it round his shoulder, and helped him across the last few tracks, Yazz stopping to help. Ray pulled him up onto the platform, where the group where now assembled.

"You next," Yazz smirked. I nodded, waving my arm to the others. Ray brushed Mikey down a bit, cast a look sideways, and pulled me up. Happy to find solid ground beneath my feet once more, I knelt down to offer Yazz a hand. She stretched to reach it... and stopped.
"Take my hand, Yazz." I urged. The train horn blared, startling us all. It was closer than before, and coming in quick.
"I... I'm stuck."
"What?!" I shouted, craning over the edge of the platform. Her right foot was twisted under the rails, a stray nail piercing the side of her shoe, holding it in place.

"HELP!" I yelled, feeling a sweat rush onto my forehead as a feeling of anxiety began to warm my insides, mingling with a sick, dreading feeling, "Yazz, take my fucking hand!"
"I... I can't! I can't!"

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

AND NEVER BE AFRAID AGAINN!!!
Haha.
Awesome.
Why do I think I'ma gonna get run over by a train...
Unless!
Theres something that couuuld happen...

MORE GODDAMMIT.
I mean,, I know yoo have coursework,, but... =[
Updates are on the way... =P

**SxPxHxF** [Sandford Park Hallway Farewells]

[decay;;]

Eighteen.

I didn't feel drunk anymore. The feeling of pure ecstasy that had flooded through my veins beforehand was gone, changing rapidly into a bitter fear as sweat broke out on my forehead, my eyes searching the railway urgently, my fingers waving above me head inches away from Allie's outstretched hand.

"Can't... I can't reach..." I muttered, swinging my fingers. Allie made another grasp, but to no avail. I looked to the left once more, the lights brighter than ever, burning holes into my mind whenever I managed to bring myself to close my burning eyes on the desperate scene.

The rails were beginning to shake, an eerie metallic ringing piercing the nighttime serenity like a bullet. I cringed, unable to stand still for fear of going down that way. It was yards away. And I was inches away from them. My mind was screaming at me to run, that I was going to die, to get on the platform. I pushed the mad rush of thoughts out of my mind and screamed the first name to come to my mind.

"GERARD!"
He spun around, a smile plastered onto his face; a smile that fell as soon as he saw Allie kneeling over the edge of the platform, my fingers barely visible as they swayed, begging for someone to grab them and pull me to safety. I looked once more, for what I thought would be the last time, at the train. It was so close. This was it. I was going to die. Not how I ever wanted to, either. I snapped my eyes shut, waiting for the impact. I felt pressure on my hand but ignored it, felt myself smash into the side of the platform, flying through the air as the train rattled through at high speed.

I heard them screaming...