It's Cold Tonight xXx Chapters 21-25

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE..//
Yazz's POV

I walked at Gerard's side as our feet crunched across the dewey grass. The sun was just beginning to rise on the horizon, its white rays breaking the pale blue morning sky as I whipped my cold face back to look at the hospital fading into the distance.

The nurse was paid to lie. Gerard wasn't really dead.
He was right next to me, gasping for breath, but smiling fondly, reaching for my hand. I grasped it tight and we walked away to freedom.


Back to Allie's POV. Where it belongs.


Frank held my hand as I sobbed into his shoulder, my hand pulling desperately onto his hair. He didn't mind - I could feel my neck become steadily more wet as his tears soaked my skin. It just didn't seem real. Gerard had been fine last time we'd seen him. What had happened? Why Gerard? Why our friend? Why our inspiration?
And where was Yazz?
What was happening?

We were distraught. Ripped apart. Lonely and cold in the cool morning air, sobbing, wailing, screaming, crying, muttering.
Where would we go from here?
What was going to happen next?
How long until somebody else died?
Would I be next?
Would Zoe?
Would Loz?
Would my beautiful Frank?
Why us? What had we done? What had we done to Tom, to cause all this pain?

It just... didn't seem real...

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

WOOOOOO!! ME AND GERARD LIIIIIIIVE!!!
*ahem* Sorry we had to leave yoo like that. But he's teh beeeauuuuutiful. He made meh!! And your writing this thing!!! MOOOORREEE!!
A happier Yazzaaaay!! xoxoxoxox <33

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO..//

"Zoe... what's this?" I whispered, feeling something under my pillow.
That was it. It was all over. The tour was finished.
How could we possibly go on with a paralyzed drummer and a dead singer.
We were heading back to England. Dreams, ruined. We'd never get big now. Never do what we've wanted to do for the last four years. Now, me and Zoe were cleaning up our stuff from the bunk room. Taking everything away. Then we would be taken to the airport, and flown back home. Where we would have to carry on our lives as if nothing happened. As if we hadn't seen what we had seen.

I pulled the piece of paper from under my pillow and passed it to Zoe absent-mindedly, pulling of the quilt and folding it up neatly onto the pile of sheets. Zoe gasped and gripped my shoulder. I spun round.
"I... oh my god... Allie, read this..."

I took the paper from her outstretched hand and began to anxiously read. With every sentence my heart rose higher and higher.

Dear Allie, and Zoe;
Whatever you've been told isn't true. Gerard isn't really dead. In fact, we're going. I'm running away with him.
We have to get away from all the bad memories here. He wants me with him - I go. I'm sorry to leave you all like this.
Don't tell the others. We think it's better if they just think he's dead. It's easier that way.
Gerard wants Mikey to know, in a few years. He wants him to know that his poem broke his heart. It broke mine too.
We hope everyone gets through this okay,
Don't worry about us. We'll be fine.
So long and goodnight,
Yazz xoxoxox <333

I re-read it over and over, fighting back their tears.
"They're alive..." I whispered, happiness swelling up. But teamed with this happiness was a feeling of doubt, of fear... what if something happened?
Zoe pointed at the bed, rubbing at her green eyes with her sleeves, "There's something else." She said hoarsely. I turned and spotted the corner of another sheet of paper poking out from under the matress. I reached for it and looked at it.

"It's a song," I muttered, recognising Gerard's messy, looped handwriting. The title read, 'This Is The Best Day Ever.'
"Well what do we do now?"
"I don't know," Zoe said sadly, turning back and continuing cleaning. I grabbed her sleeve and spun her round.
"Well we have to something!" I exclaimed, "What if they die out there!? Gerard's weak!"
Zoe looked at the floor, "I know, I know. But what CAN we do? Yazz said she doesn't want anyone else to know. How can we do anything without their help?"
"I don't care!" I argued loudly, and Zoe looked around worriedly in case somebody heard, "They can either keep believing he's dead, or face the fact that he will be!"

Footsteps.
"What? Who's dead?" Frank whispered from the doorway. I stopped guiltily.
"What did you hear?" I said quietly, averting my eyes.
"Everything." He replied. Zoe shot me a look and passed him Yazz's letter. His eyes widened as he read through it and then he dropped it on the floor, drawing us both into a tight, wet hug.

"Fine," I said to Zoe, "If you won't help, then Frank will, won't you sugar?"
He blinked back some tears, "Yeah. Anything for... for Gerard."
"I'm sorry," Zoe whispered, as she watched me drag my suitcase out from under my bunk and begin pulling out clothes and piling them into a backpack.
"Where are you going to go?"

I smiled to myself. Not a happy smile. A cruel, vengeful smile.
"You go back to England. Look out for Yazz and Gerard. Me and Frank are going to go find Tom."

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Oh.My.Gawd.
That rawks teh socks off. Even meh stripeh red and black ones.
And I thought yoo said Tom was dead?? Hehe,, that's where yoo go with Frank! *nudgenudgewinkwink* *whipping noises*
MOOOOREEE!
So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz xoxoxoxoxox <33

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE..//

"So, you think Tom's alive?" Joe said, his voice a whisper that I had to strain to hear.
"Yeah. Positive." I replied, glancing over at Frank, who was pulling his jacket closer around his classic 'Homophobia Is Gay' t-shirt.
"Where'd you reckon he is?"
"I dunno. But I'm gunna find that son of a bitch."
I heard a door slam down the line.
"Shit, mom's awake," Joe whispered, "I better go. I'll call you in the morning, and I'll keep an eye out for Tom."
"Thanks Joe," I said with a slight smile, "You're the best."
"I know," He said, and I could tell he was grinning, before he hung up and the dialing tone rung in my ear. I shook my head and shoved my phone back into the pockets of my trademark black drainpipes.

Frank reached over and gripped my hand. His were cold and he was shivering, so I hugged him and we kept walking along the highway, hand in hand. It was long past midnight now, and our quest to find Tom had begun - it was going to be a long journey, we knew, but it didn't matter. We just had to find Tom. I didn't know why - it was more a feeling of, find Tom, and everything will be okay.

So how did I know he was alive? Contacts back in England. Joe and Jess had told me that something was up in the Cox household - all of a sudden, cars were showing up at the house, phone calls left unanswered ringing through the street, people milling around 'casually' up and down the street. Something was underway. Something big. And this time, it didn't involve whores.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

eehee =D
NO WHORES!! WOOO!
hehe... MORE!! Remeber not to forget about meh and Loz and Gerard =P
Yazz xoxoxoxox <33

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR..//
Yazz's POV

I stroked Gerard's black hair as he slept on the piles of boxes, no light getting to us where we were. The truck was moving at a quick speed, containers of food rolling occasionally at us which I had to push away to stop him waking up. We had stowed away on a supermarket truck that was headed for the airport, had discreetly managed to get on before the driver and his comrade realised. Immigration, invasion of privacy, call it what you like - we just needed to get out of this place and escape. To Scotland.

Why Scotland?
Because me and Gerard were going to make our commitment to each other permanent. We were going to Scotland, because it is the only place I know of where the legal limit is sixteen. We were going to Scotland to get married.
It had been a random question, of course - of all the things, I had not expected Gerard Way to get down on one knee while we trekked along highways and forests. It was a shock, surreal - this was the stuff that happened in my dreams every night. And here we were, unofficially engaged, ready to become lovers for all eternity.

Suddenly, Gerard woke up. I jumped and took my hand away from his head, feeling his sticky, clammy forehead as I moved to comfort him as he got used to his surroundings. He was shaking madly, gibbering. He turned to look at me - at least I assumed so, as I could hear that his voice was closer now.
"Yazz, he's here..." He muttered fearfully, flailing in the darkness and grasping onto my arm, pulling me into a hug.
"Who's here..." I whispered into his cold ear. He jumped and shook.
"T...Tom... he's here for us..."

I could feel a feeling of sick dread welling up inside my throat - it got worse when the truck ground to a sudden halt. The cold air beginning to seep into the space we were trapped in, defenseless, we gripped each other tight, our breath making white clouds as my eyes finally began to adjust to the light. I heard crashes as the car doors were opened in the cab and I could faintly here voices outside, but I couldn't make them out. Gerard was starting to whimper softly.

A gunshot.
We screamed.
And he knew. Straight of the mark, Tom knew we were there.
And I was scared.
So fucking scared.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR..//

"What was that?" I said suddenly, and Frank stopped in his tracks.
"What was what?" He whispered, looking at me strangely.
"That noise. Didn't you hear it?"
Frank looked around doubtfully, "No."
"It was like a gunshot... it sounded like it was from down there..."
I pointed down the highway with my index finger, and Frank stood behind me and looked into the darkness.
"I don't see anything... are you sure?" He said, but was interrupted by a pair of dazzlingly bright headlights shining bright white towards us. Piling into me, Frank grabbed me and we leapt into the bushes at the roadside, lying together in the grass in desperation.

"What the fuck?" I hissed. Frank signalled for me to be quiet and carefully peeled back the black leaves, peering out onto the road. He withdrew his head seconds later.
"Oh my god," He said with fright.
"What?" I asked, drabbing his hand.
"It's Tom. And he has a fucking lorry."

I could hear the roar of the engine coming closer and closer, and I could of sworn I heard distant screaming too. And then, it happened.
Frank came into the bush again and grabbed my hand, giving me a quick kiss before dragging me out to the road. "What are you doing?" I hissed at him, but he ignored me as he watched the truck come closer. It was here I realised just how big the damn thing was - giant, even, with huge blazing headlights. And on the front of the bonnet, two bodies. I screamed.

Yazz and Gerard were chained to the bonnet of the lorry, seemingly unconscious, smothered with their own blood, screaming and whining in pain.
Dead? No.
But they would be.
Because in the passengers seat was a girl with long blonde hair and a seemingly plastic face twisted in cruelty.
And behind the wheel was Tom, his eyes gleaming with evil.
And they were headed straight for me and Frank.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

=O. That is one of teh many things I haff to say.
WOOOO!! MEH AND GERARD ARE GETTING MARRIED! ^_^ If we survive...
Allie and Frankeh! Save yourseeeelves!!!
Lovers for all eternity? Ooooerrr.
MOOORREEE!! RAWKS TEH STRIPEH SAWKS!!
Ready for shopping tomorrow? =P
So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz xoxoxoxoxox <33

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE..//

"We're gunna die," I whispered to Frank, as the headlights of the lorry came closer, the lights leaving swirling patterns on my vision. I blinked, straining to make out Tom's face. Twisted with evil.
"How is he even alive?" I continued. Frank's reply was to grab my hand. I gave him a look of confusion - and then I realised.

"Frank," I started, my voice sticking in my throat, "You're not going to make us stand here. We'll be killed. All of us."
Frank stared at the lorry patiently, calm and collected, "I know. But it's a matter of either the four of us die, or we try and save us all."
I choked back the tears and nodded.

"So what are we gunna do?" I asked in a whisper, as calmly as I could.
"When the lorry gets close enough, we're going to leap onto the bonnet and untie Yazz and Gerard. Once their free, we let them escape and save ourselves."
"What about Tom? And that bitch?"
For the first time so far, Frank shivered. His answer took a while to come.

"I... I don't know."
I nodded sympathetically and, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, took my stance at his side, ready to save our friends.
The lorry was coming closer, the smiles both villains sported even more visible, their heartless stares drilling into my mind as Yazz and Gerard screams became clearer.

Not far...
A few more metres...
A little closer...
A metre...
"JUMP!" Frank screamed, and we both leapt onto the bonnet of the lorry. Tom swerved the vehicle, trying to shake us off, but Gerard and Yazz grasped our wrists to steady us as we fumbled with the chains, unhooking and removing them.

A few bangs and I realised that Yazz was free. Gerard began to move more too - they were saved. We gave them a push off the side of the fast moving vehicle and followed ourselves, landing in a heap of blood at the roadside. I heard a door open but ignored it as we began to run. Me and Frank stood aside to let the couple run past into the forestry. We began to follow them when I heard a terrible click.

The cocking of a gun.
I screamed and moved faster, behind Frank.
Two gunshots.
Frank fell at my feet.
Another two gunshots, and maniac laughter.
White hot pain at the back of the head.

A bullet to the brain ended it all. I fell face-first into the blood-soaked grass, lifeless.

Well never again, well never again,
They gave us to shots to the back of the head,
And we're all dead now...

THE END.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

=O ALLAAAAAAY!!! FRANKAAAAAAAAY!!!!!! *DOES CPR*
How could yoo dieded?!?!?!?! ='(
I can't say more. 'Cuz it's over ='(.
A SEQUAL!!! WERE YOO AND FRANK COME BACK TO LIFE!! BECAUSE WE CAN'T NOT HAFF YOO AND FRANK LIVE-ED!
WE LUFF YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! AND MCR NEED FRANK AND WE NEED YOOOOOOO!!!!!!! *more cpr*
Yazz ='( xoxoxoxox <33

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EPILOGUE..//
You'll see who's point of view this is.

I shuffled in my black converse, my hands slipping on the grasp of the coffin we were carrying as the guests flooded out of the church, umbrellas in hand as the rain hammered down, making the metal bars I held turn cold and slippery beneath my fingers.

"So long and goodnight," we chanted, as we lightly walked down the steps in unison, tears spilling down our cold cheeks and mingling with the rain drops messing our hair.

John stood at the side of the hearse, pulling open the heavy black doors as we approached, Gerard and Yazz at the front of the coffin, and lightly pushed it into the hearse amongst the bunches of roses and lilies decorating the small windows. John lightly slammed the door and we began to walk away, Gerard and me remaining behind. Gerard lightly placed a hand on the small window of the door, staring into the hearse. I stood behind him watching.

"What next, Gee?" I asked my brother, thoughtfully looking into the hearse as well, admiring the beautiful black oak coffin that held our two friends.
Gerard remained silent for a few moments.
"I don't know. But I think I have an idea for our next album."

EPILOGUE..PART TWO//
No POV.

Sorrowfully, Yazz followed the black-suit crowd, her converses shuffling on the linoleum tiles as they took their seats at the side of the room. Lying in the middle was a small bed, with straps and chains at the sides, ready to claim a victim. And she knew who this victim was, so very, very well.

They sat for a few minutes, in total silence, deathly. A perfect atmosphere for what they were about to see.
The door suddenly opened, silently. Everyones heads snapped round to see the condemned one but she kept her green eyes on the floor as his footsteps grew closer, his breathing showing no remorse for what he had done. He was calm, collected, ready to look death in the face. But was she?

Gerard took her hand gently, fingering the ruby encrusted rings that they had exchanged days before at their wedding, Their wedding that was somewhat empty. Peaceful, happy - but there had been something missing. Or, truth be told - someone.
"This is it," He whispered, "He's gone. As good as gone."
Yazz nodded quickly, trying to hide the tears in her eyes as she slowly raised her head, taking the criminal into view. Unmistakable for the black spiked hair, now dull and lank, his once soft, caring blue eyes now hard and cold. The murderer. The ex. Tom.

The prison wardens strapped him into the chair. He didn't struggle, or try and protest - just took his punishment calmly as the final chains were locked at his ankles as, with a metallic clang, the doctor moved his tray forward and picked up his weapon.
The priest finished his sermons and took his seat, head bowed in prayer as Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his head turning to face Yazz. He opened his eyes, and suddenly their cold blue were full of regret and apology as the doctor loomed behind him, his weapon loaded and ready to kill. Yazz whimpered and wished desperately that she could just look away - but she had to keep watching. She knew that if she saw this happen, she would know herself that she was free. Free from bad memories, fear, and past romance. And most of all that fright, that phobia that he would come looking for her.

But how could he come and get her if he was dead...?
The doctor pulled his arm back and plunged the needle into Tom's arm. As the lethal fluids passed into his bloodstream his eyes began to flutter, moving around the room in slow motion as he pulse slowed, his breathing became more shallow, his eyes began to roll.
'Keep looking,' Yazz whispered to herself inaudibly, watching the murderer die in front of her.
And all of a sudden, she felt it. A pang of guilt.

But as quickly as it came, it was gone. And so was Tom. He was gone. Taken. Dead, his limp arm blue and hanging by his side. The prison wardens rose with a white blanket and covered the body from the viewers eyes, and Yazz watched as the sheet slowly hid his cold, white face. He was dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

=O. Cool.
BUT I DON'T WANT YOO DEADED!!! OR FRANKIE DEADED!!
AND HOW ARE WE GONNA GET TEH NEXT ALBUM IF YOUR BOTH DEADED!?!?!? ANSWER THAT!!!
AND I WANT YOO TWO AT MEH WEDDING!!!!!!!
=( So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz xoxoxoxox <33

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

UPDATE:
=O. That was sooooooo sad. *sniffles*.
I can't help but still luff him =(
So that bit about teh "cold blue were full of regret and apology" really hurts. And saddens meh. 'Cuz I know it'll never happen. 'Cuz he never looks me in the eye,, especially when he dumps meh =(
Anyway,, 'tis still kewl.
So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz xoxoxoxox <333

[chaz]

???what about the rest of us??

chaz
x

ps. you could have set me up with mikey?
he hawt