World War Me. [1 xo 9]

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

The tale that lies within this thread contains those phobias and evil deeds that makes the death penalty seem mild. If you are squeamish or easily scared then I highly recommend that you leave this place immediately. What you are about to witness could change your life forever.

This is the story of a man,
A Woman,
And the corpses of a thousand evil men.

This is...
WORLD WAR ME. [1 xo 9]



The long awaited, blood curdling, bone chilling sequel to...
Just Don't Burn Your Friends xXx

More death. More disaster. More mystery.
Let the nightmare begin…

Chapter One.

Dear Diary,

So here we are again. Reunited. I only wish it was under better circumstances.
Of course, we were all shocked and over the moon when Gerard emerged from that forest a week ago. I felt so guilty, finally seeing one of our friends again, after convincing myself for a year that he never existed. How the fuck could I ever do such a thing.
But there was a problem. I was too excited to notice it, didn’t register how real it was until Loz pointed it out. Yazz was dead. Or at least, she was dead to us – mortals, the humans of Earth. But not to Gerard.
He says they have a “task” that they need to fulfil. That when, and only when, they complete their mission, Yazz would be returned to us, and a vampire known simply as The Saint would be able to rescue the world from certain doom. To me, it sounds like a curse needs breaking.
We’re all helping. Loz, Mikey, Ray, Zoe, Bob, Frank and myself. It’s the least we could do, but Gerard says he has to “do the deed himself”. He feels very strongly about it, actually.
Or at least, I think he does. Most of the time, he’s cooped up in the darkest corner of this cave we’ve set up camp in, alone with Yazz. Yeah, we’ve brought her body along too. Gerard said that it was vital that we did. I guess he’s right – having her buried while she’s “alive” might not be a smart idea.
However, when he’s not with Yazz, he’s very sociable. He’s been writing a lot of lyrics down, all of which are amazing. We’ll ask him to share them with us, to sing them, and he will. I swear sometimes even he gets a little teary, despite the fact he tries to hide it from us. It’s like everything’s come from the heart, y’know? And he has lots of time to dwell on them, what’s happened, what could happen, and to write more lyrics. Due to his, err, condition for lack of better word, we can only move by night.
We’re all fine though. Well, except for the issue that one of our friends is dead to the world and the fate of the planet lies on our resurrected friends’ shoulders.
Shit, gotta go. Everyone’s starting to wake up, and I haven’t even got a minute of rest.

Peaceouttt.
Allie xoxo

[decay;;]

'we’ve brought her body along too'
i laughed so hard at that, why exactly?
i think its the image of us lot trekking... and gee dragging this random yazz-corpse along the ground behind us.
like y'know when people say "yeah, we're coming to visit, mind if we bring the cat along too"?
it's like that :]]

BUT I SHOULD BE MORE SERIOUS.
this is amazinggg.
write more now i command you.
i love the whole buildup to the picture, is this really going to be this horrific?
because if so i really shouldn't be reading it... i'll never be able to stop :]]
UPFUCKINGDATE.
xoxo

PS: please kill off demongreen.

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Chapter Two.

I shoved my diary into my rucksack with haste as the others steadily awoke. Gerard, naturally, was the first to begin his return to consciousness, pacing around the cave just moments after dragging himself out of bed. Eventually, all but one of our troupe had risen from their precious slumbers.

“Eurgh, no way! ... Fuck off, Gee… no, anything but that! Not the marshmallows! Anything but the marshmallows, Gee!” Frank screamed, writhing in pain on the space on the floor next to me.
At the sound of his name, Gerard snapped to attention, staring at me curiously. I simply pointed to the ball on the ground, which was indeed Frank Iero. He grinned, stepping over the many blankets and bags that cluttered our current dwellings. Coming to a halt next to me, he delicately lifted Frankie into his arms, and hung him on a jagged rock in the wall via the back of his trousers. Everyone took a sharp intake of breath. This form of wedgie seemed to startle Frank enough to wake him, due to the fact he started shouting like a madman at Gerard as soon as he felt the stones scrape near his backside.
“Sorry little man, but I need to live up to that reputation of Phantom Master of Monster Marshmellows you and your nightmares seem to have given me” Gerard sneakily informed him. Frank shot him a glare that would transform even Medusa to stone.

Gerard smirked, however his expression fell rapidly from his face.
“I best be off” he stated, snatching his belongings from the floor.
“Ohhh, why?” Loz and Mikey asked simultaneously.
“I have some things I need to attend to, okay?” Gerard replied. “I’ll see you all later. And make sure she doesn’t go anywhere” he added, waving a hand in the general direction that Yazz was in, before turning on his heels and exiting the cave.

Amongst all my confusion and sleep deprived neurological activity, I asked, “Why would Yazz go anywhere? Isn’t she dead?”
Ray looked at me and shrugged.

******

“He’s coming back” Bob informed us. It was his turn on guard duty (yet another of Gerard’s paranoid, delusional ideas) when he spotted Gee on his return. It was about time too – it was nearing sunrise, and if he was out much longer, we would have to debate whether to risk our cave to find him.
Luckily, it didn’t come to that.
The familiar, almost silent footsteps flowed into our makeshift house, the acoustics of the cave making them ring. We all turned around in anticipation to greet their owner.

The smashing of china. Loz had dropped her fresh mug of coffee to the ground, and I could understand why.
The scene was horrific. A mangled, shredded corpse hung over Gerard’s shoulder, the tanned and wrinkled skin hanging and peeling off of the skeleton in places. An arrow was driven through the throat, forcing the mouth open. The bearer was doused in blood. Freshly drawn blood. The blood of his victim. A victim who, despite the fact his physical body was completely unrecognisable, I knew who it was instantly.
A little someone that I liked to call Demongreen.

“What?” Gerard asked in shock, absorbing each of our stunned faces in his mind.
After a long, awkward pause, Mikey broke the silence.
“Gerard… I think you better tell us everything.”

[decay;;]

mwahahahaha.
what the hell would we do if he ever came across these glorious little hate posts...
ah well. perhaps he wouldn't pick up on it.
you didn't mention his beard though. curse that beard.
yay, marshmellows! what was gerard doing to frank with marshmellows exactly...?

'It was his turn on guard duty (yet another of Gerard’s paranoid, delusional ideas)'
I dunno why but I LOL-ed so hard at that. Firstly the thought of Bob being so form of security guard, and the second being the way you're making Gerard sound every bit like some kind of demented boot camp leader :]]
Like something out of a James Bond-esque movie.
UPDATEESS.
xoxo *SxPxF*

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Chapter Three.

We all congregated in the centre of the cave, arranging ourselves into a circle to heed Gerard’s words. Everyone bunched up at the top of the arc, each of us desperate not o be the closest to him. We just sat there, the tension about to drive us to insanity.
“So what d’you wanna know?” he muttered, gazing at the fearful expressions plastering our faces.

A pause, every mind filling with questions that they were dying to ask Gerard.
“How about…” Frank started, “why did you bring a fucking corpse for a look around our cave?”
He sighed, “I’ve told you before. It’s part of our assignment.”
“But Gee” came Ray’s voice, somehow higher than usual, “you’ve never actually fully explained what your task is.”

He turned his head, his serious eyes focusing on Ray. “But you know some of our mission. All of you do.”
“Do enlighten us, then” Zoe spoke sarcastically.
Gerard shuffled. Our gazes burnt into his skin, waiting what he had to say.

“’A thousand bodies piled up, I never thought would be enough.’ Does that sound familiar?”
I recognised it immediately. “It’s a line from Drowning Lessons.”
He nodded. “It’s also very true. You see, life is but a dream… for the dead. We were oh so very wrong, thinking that immortality meant never dying. When we were killed, our essence lived on, into a kind of place of judgement, a hell that we all go to. It was there we were set this riddle of revenge, to claim the corpses of a thousand evil men. To stain these hands red. To work alongside the Patron Saint, after all these switchblade fights. For the two of us to be with you all again, or to bid you farewell if I fall down. But I refuse to let that happen. I’m taking back the lives they stole.”
His eyes constantly flicked towards Yazz during his speech.

I could feel the rage, the trauma, the shock and the sorrow building up inside of me.
“You don’t get it, do you?” I exploded. “She’s dead, gone. She’s never coming home, never! The dead don’t come back to life, Gee.”
“You’re wrong, Allie” he whispered, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. “She’s still alive. She’s just… lost in a coma. She can hear everything that you’re saying.
“Y’know what?” He continued, his tone changing. “We don’t need your help. We’ve given you reasons to believe, but you don’t. We’ll do this alone.” He stood up, gathering his belongings and about to retrieve Yazz and Demongreen from their corner when two small voices stopped him dead in his tracks.

“We believe you, Gee” Loz and Mikey said softly, their eyes shining with salty water. Edging close to him, they pulled him into a tight hug.
Slowly but surely, we all stood up and joined in the embrace, myself being the last.

Couldn’t he see he wasn’t the only one who had lost something?
But I was prepared to let her go. There was no point in clinging on to those childhood fantasies about coming back from the dead.
“Thanks guys” he sniffed, “you don’t know how much this means to me.”
“I know, bro, I know” Mikey spoke soothingly. “I just can’t believe you didn’t tell us before.”

“Well, if you wanted honesty that’s all you had to say.”

[decay;;]

yeahhh, i'm a bitch :]]
but i don't wanna be the bad guyy.
fucking hell man, how many lyrics can you shove into one piece of dialogue
updattteeeee. i wanna know who the next corpse it :]]
xoxo *SxPxF*

edit: because i'm bored and passing the time.
life is but a dream… for the dead - prison
oh so very wrong, thinking that immortality meant never dying - our lady of sorrows
this riddle of revenge - our lady of sorrows
to stain these hands red - drowning lessons
the patron saint, after all these switchblade fights - our lady of sorrows
if i fall down - desert song, perhaps?
i’m taking back the lives they stole - deathwish
she’s just… lost in a coma - to the end
given you reasons to believe, but you don’t - thank you for the venom
Well, if you wanted honesty that’s all you had to say - i'm not okay

and you thought i wouldn't figure this one out, maybe attribute it to the ghost of you... you were wrong!
she’s never coming home, never! - predictable by good charlotte.
best part of the video, seriously. i love the whole edward scissorhands thing they got going on <3

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Chapter Four.

“So, that’s one corpse down…” I grinned as the hug began to evaporate, the members of our group beginning to head towards their makeshift beds. “What about the other nine hundred and ninety-nine?”
“Well” Gerard started, still squashed tightly between Loz and Mikey, “only those classified as evil are counted towards our total when they are vanquished. Of course, we don’t want to destroy the innocent either. It means I have to analyse my targets carefully before I attack, and to be honest, I could really use some help with it.”

“What do you gotta do?” I asked in what I hoped sounded like disinterest.
“Just get in on a little bit of the action, maybe help slay a few people, that kind of stuff,” he replied, still attempting in vain to escape the grasps of his captors.
I felt my eyes glint like the barrel of a gun in the moonlight.
He continued, “they’ll need good acting skills and to be fearless, to be able to look death in the face and mock it. Of course, they’ll also need to be… uh, physically able too, a good sprinter.”

I nodded, feeling my eyebrows rise up slightly into my sided fringe. It was like going for a job interview.
I think. I guess it’s what applying for work experience would have been like, had we not dropped out of high school to pursue the band full-time. Who needs qualifications when you’ve got talent?
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Frank edging closer to a newly released Gerard, taking a deep breath.

“Uhh, y’know, Gee…” he stammered, tugging on the back of his friend’s jacket to get his attention, “I’ll go with you.”
My heart leapt into my throat, choking me. “Y-yeah, me too.”
He eyed us suspiciously.
“Pleeease?” we whined.

“Oh, okay then” he surrendered. “I’ll take you out on a tester night tomorrow. But until then, get some rest, yeah?”
He smiled, overdramatically blowing kisses to us as he stalked over to his corner, settling down for the night.
Or day, as it now was.

I grinned, dropping to the floor myself, dragging my blanket over my body.
This was it. I had done it. I was about to become a hunter of the forces of evil, something I had always dreamed of doing. Score.
And maybe, just maybe, I’d get revenge. Revenge on the guy that I knew in my heart had ordered the deaths of so many of my friends. Revenge on the guy who had ordered my death. And most importantly, revenge on the guy who had inflicted so much damage, so much emotional trauma on us, on the world.

But that was before everything changed.

[decay;;]

and that person is...
who exactly?
i mean demongreens already down, who else could it be?
unless... parsons, haha, omg i would laugh so hard. because whoever it is, you're really set them up as some kind of evil warlord bent on destroying the world...
in fact, if it's tom...
*imagines dear thomarse in a cape and crooked hat, sitting on a throne in some kind of warped posessed city*...

UPDATEE.
xoxo *SxPxF*

[ricegrains&rosesxo.]

Well done Allie! I was actually thinking of The Ghost Of You for that one, but hell, Desert Song works too. And Predictable, exactlyyy =]. Suprised you missed this one though, a hell that we all go to, reference to Mama haha. And now, to continue with the story...

Chapter Five.

“Uhh, Gerard?”
Frank and I were sat cross-legged in the middle of a deserted road. Gerard had his back to us, fumbling around inside his bag. However, at the sound of his name, he spun around, a look of anticipation etched onto his features.
“Yeah Allie?”
I cleared my throat, about to awkwardly state my question. “I uhh, I was wondering, why are we sat on a road?”

He smiled at me, withdrawing something from his bag that I couldn’t quite see. “You had any experience in acting?”
“Yeah, school plays… why?”
Within seconds, he had lunged at me, gripping my head with one hand and sticking various substances onto my face with the other with a paintbrush.
I jumped in shock, “What the fuck are you doing!?”
“Using prosthetics… to make you… look like… you’re… bleeding. There we go, all done!”

He stepped back from me, admiring his work. I automatically put my hand to my face, feeling the latex and red make-up he had used to make my injuries across my neck and visage. Immediately I was reminded of my school production of Oliver that I had taken part in, and the phony incisions one of the other cast members had inflicted on herself – they had looked so real, the way the colours faded into each other, and how her blonde hair would sometimes get stuck in them.
“And why, pray tell, are you making us look all slashed up?” I questioned him as he imposed the same mutilations on Frank.
His answer was grim. “To lure them to us.”

I gulped, “Who is ‘them’, exactly?”
“You’ll see” came his sly reply. “Now lie down on the floor, both of you.”
I exchanged a glance with Frank, however we didn’t question Gerard about his demand. We complied, waiting for more instructions.
“Right” he started, “Frank, you need to lie spread eagled on your back, making like a star shape.”
I could feel him moving beside me, getting into his uncomfortable position on the tarmac.
“Allie, I need you to lie on your side, facing him, but your limbs have gotta splay out.”

I stared at him. “Define splay out…”
“Like, right leg bent, the one on top straight, arms at weird angles…”
“Ohhh I getcha.”
Quickly, I arranged myself into the stance he had described. “Now what do we do?”

“Stay there” he replied. “For as long as it takes. Oh, and brace yourselves for anything.”
“Like…?” Frank enquired.
“Like this.”

It was as if the whole of the Dead Sea had been dropped from the sky. The force that the liquid was thrown onto us with crushed my bones, and the stench was unbelievable. It got into my nose and mouth; the only way I could breathe was if I swallowed it. The coppery taste overwhelmed my senses, rendering me immobile.
I knew we’d just been doused in blood.

“I’ll be watching from the greenery” came the familiar voice of Gerard, before his pounding footsteps raced away, leaving us abandoned in the still, sinister evening air.

[decay;;]

hahaha! me and frank, living bait...
some kind of sick fantasy i presume?
lure... what are you luring,
a fucking t-rex?

you're right, holly's very good at the old make-up.
it was on her dvd cover for media studies, mr east just kinda went 'ooh.. okay then...' when she gave it to him. that was the snow day ^.^

updaaattee. note my comments are only super-long on one certain story :]]
xoxo *SxPxF*