Post by decay;; on Aug 20, 2006 18:30:16 GMT
Just to explain the title:
Welcome to the dreams forum! This is here for one reason and one only - to tell everyone about the fantasies of your sub-conscious - i.e dreams. Not real fantasies. If you want to tell everyone about what you were thinking about doing to Gerard in your math class last week, take it elsewhere - you wouldn't say it to his face, so don't tell us either =]]
Basically, just share your dreams. Try to write it like a story, including as much detail as you can remember - dreams are really fascinating things and should be summarised. Tell all! And be sure to include a date - you never know, it might turn out you share dreams or part of dreams with other people (like me and Yazz did).
Have fun!
Allie xoxoxox
My dream:
Characters: Me, Zoe, Yazz, Joe, Hannah, Milla, Charlotte, two fat tourists, Zoe's aunt, and My Chemical Romance.
Sunday 20th August 2006 (I fell asleep at about 5am okays?)
It was a nice happy sunny day and for some reason beyond my knowledge I was stood in Zoe's aunt's kitchen, listening to the radio sat on a very messy table. The presenter was at some festival and was playing your typical 'Guess The Song' game.
"Okay guys, congratulations to Claudia for guessing out last song! And here's a slightly rockier one for you, see if you can guess it, just give me a call and try your luck!"
At the words 'slightly rockier' I snapped up my head to listen. Hearing the first words of a familiar song buried deep in my playlist back home, it clicked. I sang along to it until it finished and the presenters annoyingly cheery voice came back.
"Well guess what guys! We've had a total of ZERO callers! If you know it, get calling so we can start the next round!"
"Liz!" I yelled, and Zoe's aunt came out of the living room, "I know it! Can I call in?"
"Sure thing," Liz shrugged and randomly disappeared. I picked up the phone and hung onto the line, waiting with anticipation for the radio station to pick up.
"Hello, can I help ya?" Came the phone operators voice.
"Hey, yeah, I know the answer to that guess the song thing." I practically squealed down the phone.
"Really." She said sarcastically, he lips smacking together like she was chewing gum loudly. If I was there, I'd of slapped her.
"Yeah, it's The Love Song by Marilyn Manson!"
"Uh-huh. So what prize do you want?"
"What do you mean 'what prize'?" I repeated. There had been nothing about multiple prizes. As far as I was aware, there was one prize and that was for a stack of mixed CDs.
"Yeah well we got the second prize too."
"Which is?"
There was a shuffling noise down the line as she searched for the envelope, "Eh, says it's tickets for five people to spend four days in a castle with My Chemical something or other."
I screamed down the phone.
"THAT PRIZE, THAT PRIZE!"
[[This is where Allie forgets the exact details of her dream, so I'll just go on from what I remember next.]]
We hadn't seen My Chemical Romance for the total three days we'd been there. It was a stormy Tuesday night, the rain hammering on the black windows. Zoe, Yazz, Joe, Hannah and myself were sitting comfortably in the huge lounge of the castle, a huge fire crackling happily in the corner behind a metal grate. We were discussing whether we had been ripped off when the large oak door in the corner creaked open. Licking a finger and holding it in the air, I felt no draft. Sadly we had no time to see what had happened when the fire suddenly went out, plunging the room into pitch black. As Zoe screamed and collided with me, a faint light appeared in Joe's hand.
"Follow me," He whispered and, kicking open the other door in the room, led us out into the hallway, which was lined with suits of armour, shining eerily in the candlelight.
A low-pitched wailing was beginning to rise. Fearfully, I grabbed Zoe as we all stopped to listen, the shrieking becoming louder. A huge gust of wind blew into the room and the suits of armour began to fall down, echoing throughout the castle. The doors all slammed open as trees flew and withered outside the huge window above the stairs plummeting floors downwards. Still grabbing Zoe, I made my way over to Joe, his face illuminated by the tiny candle in his hand. It was frozen and shock and he was pointing over my shoulder.
"What...?" I whispered, slowly turning around and suddenly screaming. A huge black cloud was hovering above us, the lightening outside illuminating it and others coming in through the doors. Without a second to think we all began to run down the many flights of stairs, the clouds rushing after us with a gargling noise that sent chills down my spine. Finding ourselves on the landing about three floors down, we ran into the corridor and stopped. To our left was a white door with a massive padlock on it, a keypad on the frame. Looking to our right, another door, also white, but with no barriers. Hannah pulled open the door and we all rushed inside.
It was similar to a hospital ward, with rows and rows of white, empty beds - yet with grand wallpaper and bookshelves lining the walls, blocking out any windows there may of been. We huddled up together as we stared around the room, and with a crash a bookcase fell down and a door behind it opened, a man stepping through, his long white coat gliding silently across the linoleum floor. He came to stand in front of us.
He was old, his long grey beard curling to a finish level with his elbows. He was gazing at us with large grey eyes behind thin square glasses, his hair covered by a round disc on his head. In total silence he walked past us towards the bookcase beside yet another door, and fiddled with it, his back blocking us from seeing what exactly he was doing. Minutes later, the door had swing open, and through it we could see the gatehouse and exit from the castle. He pointed one long finger and muttered one word - "Leave."
We didn't need telling twice. Without a second look at the doctor we fled, our shoes hammering down on the hard stone floor as we ran under the arch where the large metal gate was suspended above our heads and ran up onto the drawbridge, the rain hitting us hard in the face with it's icy temperature. Standing at the end of the bridge were two middle-aged tourists - a man and a woman, both large, each with a camera round their necks. The man was studying a map which the woman was trying to protect from the rain, and upon spotting us they both beckoned us closer.
"We've got to get out of here!" The man yelled, waving the map, "They're coming for us!"
"Who's coming?" I screamed back, but the harsh wind carried my voice away as another noise interrupted. It was familiar and I recognised it as the wailing we'd heard earlier, except now it was louder, more high-pitched, and clearer. Turning in almost slow motion I looked back to the gate of the castle, where the black clouds were seeping out into the open, descending onto the drawbridge. They were bigger, like giant dustclouds sweeping towards us, and beneath them, hiding in their shadowy mist I could see hundreds of dog-like creatures, grotesque and disfigured, running at us. There was a deathly silence as the five of us and the two tourists stood watching them approach. And, with a strike of lightening that seemed to shake the entire mountain, it was on.
The creatures flew through the air at us, one grabbing Hannah by the arm and shaking her around, her arms flailing wildly. They surrounded the two tourists as the rest of us ran forwards spontaneously, huddled close seeking some kind of protection we knew we could get. We ran into the black clouds, immersing ourselves in the dark mist, when, without warning, they fell to the ground and rose up as tall, shadowy figures, about forty of them, which then grouped and flew at Joe, knocking him backwards and leaving Zoe, Yazz and me. Already there was blood splattered all over the drawbridge as the black water of the moat thrashed at the rocks angrily, it's spray mixing with the rain soaking our skin. Still more creatures and figures ran out onto the drawbridge, surrounding us. And then I saw him, his face illuminated temporarily as he emerged from the castle - Mikey Way.
It was extremely lucky that I had recognised him, for he was different now. His hair, bloodstained and bloody, was flopping messily around his face, his skin covered in scratches and cuts, his glasses smashed and hanging from one ear. He appeared grey-coloured in appearance, his hands outstretched and fingers bent as he staggered forwards, grabbing Joe around the neck - who had just rejoined us, his Quicksilver shirt sporting a huge bloody rip across the chest. Yazz and Zoe turned to stare in disbelief at the pair as Joe thrashed and screamed in Mikey's grip but I continued to look ahead as, one by one, more members of My Chemical Romance appeared.
Ray Toro came next, his hair even more messed than I thought possible, his skin pasty and sporting the same wounds as Mikey. As he disappeared into the crowds of monsters I spotted another - Bob Bryar, his beard grown and straggly and his face bloody as he crawled along the floor, his hands gripping the ground as he grinned at the carnage taking place as Joe's body was flung by Mikey, colliding with the iron railings of the bridge and slumping there, motionless.
Zoe and Yazz ran towards him and collapsed next to him.
"Joe! Say something!" Zoe screamed, shaking his limp frame. He didn't stirr, just lay motionless. Yazz brushed the hair out of his eyes and pointed to the gash running across his forehead.
"You... you don't think he's.." She started to whisper, when I interrupted.
"Yazz!" I screamed, fighting off a group of shadowy figures that had pinned me to the railings, the metal points digging into my back and drawing blood. Helplessly I looked to my left at the crowds still coming from the castle - and then I saw him.
Gerard was stood in the gateway, the crowds of monsters and figures still running through towards us, a thick mist engulfing them all. He was just stood there, staring me right in the eye, a large bloodstain covering his otherwise normal, pale face, his hair messed and bloody. He was dressed in an elaborate black suit with a grey tie, all stained red in patches. I looked at him and he looked at me, superior, smug. But before I could even consider running towards him, I felt the pressure leave my body for a few minutes as the shadows released me - only for something else to grab me, its strong hands lacing around my neck as I started to choke. Turning, I came face to face with Frank Iero, the same scratches and stains covering his white skin. His face was puffed out as he strangled me, and as I choked for breath I looked downwards to the floor for some kind of escape.
Instead of escape, I saw... Milla. Right next to my foot, smiling up at me. Blinking, I did a double take, wondering if the fact I couldn't breathe was affecting my mind. No, it was real, she was there. Next to her appeared Charlotte, both of them climbing up onto the bridge, soaking wet. They both ran out of sight and before I knew it Frank had released me as they dragged him to the floor. Taking sharp intakes of breath I looked around to see more of the year tens climbing up from the moat onto the bridge. There were now hundreds if not thousands of monsters and people battling, and I was shocked to see more Mikey's, and more Ray's - they were duplicating.
Gerard had moved since I last looked. He was now walking calmly through the carnage and bodies towards me, a flock of bats circling in a black mass behind him as, with an immense roar, the gate came crashing down, blocking off our exit to the castle. Kicking a few creatures out of the way I moved into the centre of the drawbridge, right into Gerard's path. Bending down, I picked up a sword lying on the floor next to a body and held it in front of myself, staring at him with what I hoped was a threatening look. But just as he was mere metres away from me, I saw a black and orange blur rush past me and Yazz approached Gerard first, pulling a dagger from the pocket of her jeans and running at him. But when she was inch from him she was instantly thrown back, as though she had ran into an invisible wall. He stopped moving now and just looked at her as she regained her posture, glaring up at him.
"Yazz!" I yelled, with a sudden idea. She turned sharply, her eyes moving between me and Gerard. Once I knew I had her attention, I made a simple kicking gesture. She nodded, her face breaking into a grin and, getting up, she ran at Gerard - and kicked him in the balls, jumping away and running towards me. I grabbed her and we watched as Gerard staggered backwards and fell over the edge of the drawbridge, landing with a loud crash in the black water, vanishing from sight. The remaining members of MCR and all their clones began to wail horribly, screaming for him as all the monsters rushed to the railings, diving in after him.
We took this as our cue to run. But just as we turned to leave I spotted a very wet, bloody hand clawing the bridge, followed by the top of a black head as Gerard emerged, coming to stand before us and, before I could get a good look at him, suddenly flying at Yazz, wrapping his hands around her neck and choking her until she slumped in his grip as he dropped her. I caught her before she hit the ground and, nodding to the others, we ran, dashing across the bridge and helping Zoe to pick up Joe's unconscious body, we began to run down the steps, the monsters following us as the bats flew at us, obstructing our vision. The steps took us down the cliff edge along the moat and we hurtled down them, looking up at the dark castle where clones of the band members were visible screaming at the windows and monsters were scaling the stone walls. We continued to run and, soon enough, we found ourselves at the very edge of the cliff, a huge drop in front of us that ended on a large arrangement of sharp rocks at the bottom. We backed away from the dead end and saw only one escape - a door to our right, another part of the castle. With a sigh, I wrenched it open and we all darted inside, out of the cold conditions.
It wasn't exactly a gloomy room like the ones we'd seen earlier. It was my school dining hall, in utter darkness except for two lights above the tables. Smelling food we all ran into the cafeteria, piling up bowls with the only thing available - pasta. Once each of us (minus Joe and Yazz) were holding a mountain of pasta, we dashed to the lit tables and sat down, beginning to eat the food as if we hadn't eaten in weeks. We were just beginning to relax when the door suddenly crashed open, the slam echoing around the hall and making the cutlery on the tables shake jerkily. Standing in the doorway, illuminated by the lightening striking outside every few moments, was Gerard Way, more of a mess than before.
He was dripping wet now, his hair soaking and his face bloodier than before. His suit was ripped and torn and covered in crimson, and there was a huge puddle forming around his feet as he walked to the kitchen and got himself a bowl of pasta as we all looked on in shock. I was even more shocked when he came and sat next to me, doing nothing but stare right at me once more. I watched him out the corner of my eye as he looked at me, his face expressionless.
Andthenhepulledoutapairofrevolversshotattheceilingthenthebuildingcamedownonus
andwealldied.
THE END.
xoxox
Welcome to the dreams forum! This is here for one reason and one only - to tell everyone about the fantasies of your sub-conscious - i.e dreams. Not real fantasies. If you want to tell everyone about what you were thinking about doing to Gerard in your math class last week, take it elsewhere - you wouldn't say it to his face, so don't tell us either =]]
Basically, just share your dreams. Try to write it like a story, including as much detail as you can remember - dreams are really fascinating things and should be summarised. Tell all! And be sure to include a date - you never know, it might turn out you share dreams or part of dreams with other people (like me and Yazz did).
Have fun!
Allie xoxoxox
My dream:
Characters: Me, Zoe, Yazz, Joe, Hannah, Milla, Charlotte, two fat tourists, Zoe's aunt, and My Chemical Romance.
Sunday 20th August 2006 (I fell asleep at about 5am okays?)
It was a nice happy sunny day and for some reason beyond my knowledge I was stood in Zoe's aunt's kitchen, listening to the radio sat on a very messy table. The presenter was at some festival and was playing your typical 'Guess The Song' game.
"Okay guys, congratulations to Claudia for guessing out last song! And here's a slightly rockier one for you, see if you can guess it, just give me a call and try your luck!"
At the words 'slightly rockier' I snapped up my head to listen. Hearing the first words of a familiar song buried deep in my playlist back home, it clicked. I sang along to it until it finished and the presenters annoyingly cheery voice came back.
"Well guess what guys! We've had a total of ZERO callers! If you know it, get calling so we can start the next round!"
"Liz!" I yelled, and Zoe's aunt came out of the living room, "I know it! Can I call in?"
"Sure thing," Liz shrugged and randomly disappeared. I picked up the phone and hung onto the line, waiting with anticipation for the radio station to pick up.
"Hello, can I help ya?" Came the phone operators voice.
"Hey, yeah, I know the answer to that guess the song thing." I practically squealed down the phone.
"Really." She said sarcastically, he lips smacking together like she was chewing gum loudly. If I was there, I'd of slapped her.
"Yeah, it's The Love Song by Marilyn Manson!"
"Uh-huh. So what prize do you want?"
"What do you mean 'what prize'?" I repeated. There had been nothing about multiple prizes. As far as I was aware, there was one prize and that was for a stack of mixed CDs.
"Yeah well we got the second prize too."
"Which is?"
There was a shuffling noise down the line as she searched for the envelope, "Eh, says it's tickets for five people to spend four days in a castle with My Chemical something or other."
I screamed down the phone.
"THAT PRIZE, THAT PRIZE!"
[[This is where Allie forgets the exact details of her dream, so I'll just go on from what I remember next.]]
We hadn't seen My Chemical Romance for the total three days we'd been there. It was a stormy Tuesday night, the rain hammering on the black windows. Zoe, Yazz, Joe, Hannah and myself were sitting comfortably in the huge lounge of the castle, a huge fire crackling happily in the corner behind a metal grate. We were discussing whether we had been ripped off when the large oak door in the corner creaked open. Licking a finger and holding it in the air, I felt no draft. Sadly we had no time to see what had happened when the fire suddenly went out, plunging the room into pitch black. As Zoe screamed and collided with me, a faint light appeared in Joe's hand.
"Follow me," He whispered and, kicking open the other door in the room, led us out into the hallway, which was lined with suits of armour, shining eerily in the candlelight.
A low-pitched wailing was beginning to rise. Fearfully, I grabbed Zoe as we all stopped to listen, the shrieking becoming louder. A huge gust of wind blew into the room and the suits of armour began to fall down, echoing throughout the castle. The doors all slammed open as trees flew and withered outside the huge window above the stairs plummeting floors downwards. Still grabbing Zoe, I made my way over to Joe, his face illuminated by the tiny candle in his hand. It was frozen and shock and he was pointing over my shoulder.
"What...?" I whispered, slowly turning around and suddenly screaming. A huge black cloud was hovering above us, the lightening outside illuminating it and others coming in through the doors. Without a second to think we all began to run down the many flights of stairs, the clouds rushing after us with a gargling noise that sent chills down my spine. Finding ourselves on the landing about three floors down, we ran into the corridor and stopped. To our left was a white door with a massive padlock on it, a keypad on the frame. Looking to our right, another door, also white, but with no barriers. Hannah pulled open the door and we all rushed inside.
It was similar to a hospital ward, with rows and rows of white, empty beds - yet with grand wallpaper and bookshelves lining the walls, blocking out any windows there may of been. We huddled up together as we stared around the room, and with a crash a bookcase fell down and a door behind it opened, a man stepping through, his long white coat gliding silently across the linoleum floor. He came to stand in front of us.
He was old, his long grey beard curling to a finish level with his elbows. He was gazing at us with large grey eyes behind thin square glasses, his hair covered by a round disc on his head. In total silence he walked past us towards the bookcase beside yet another door, and fiddled with it, his back blocking us from seeing what exactly he was doing. Minutes later, the door had swing open, and through it we could see the gatehouse and exit from the castle. He pointed one long finger and muttered one word - "Leave."
We didn't need telling twice. Without a second look at the doctor we fled, our shoes hammering down on the hard stone floor as we ran under the arch where the large metal gate was suspended above our heads and ran up onto the drawbridge, the rain hitting us hard in the face with it's icy temperature. Standing at the end of the bridge were two middle-aged tourists - a man and a woman, both large, each with a camera round their necks. The man was studying a map which the woman was trying to protect from the rain, and upon spotting us they both beckoned us closer.
"We've got to get out of here!" The man yelled, waving the map, "They're coming for us!"
"Who's coming?" I screamed back, but the harsh wind carried my voice away as another noise interrupted. It was familiar and I recognised it as the wailing we'd heard earlier, except now it was louder, more high-pitched, and clearer. Turning in almost slow motion I looked back to the gate of the castle, where the black clouds were seeping out into the open, descending onto the drawbridge. They were bigger, like giant dustclouds sweeping towards us, and beneath them, hiding in their shadowy mist I could see hundreds of dog-like creatures, grotesque and disfigured, running at us. There was a deathly silence as the five of us and the two tourists stood watching them approach. And, with a strike of lightening that seemed to shake the entire mountain, it was on.
The creatures flew through the air at us, one grabbing Hannah by the arm and shaking her around, her arms flailing wildly. They surrounded the two tourists as the rest of us ran forwards spontaneously, huddled close seeking some kind of protection we knew we could get. We ran into the black clouds, immersing ourselves in the dark mist, when, without warning, they fell to the ground and rose up as tall, shadowy figures, about forty of them, which then grouped and flew at Joe, knocking him backwards and leaving Zoe, Yazz and me. Already there was blood splattered all over the drawbridge as the black water of the moat thrashed at the rocks angrily, it's spray mixing with the rain soaking our skin. Still more creatures and figures ran out onto the drawbridge, surrounding us. And then I saw him, his face illuminated temporarily as he emerged from the castle - Mikey Way.
It was extremely lucky that I had recognised him, for he was different now. His hair, bloodstained and bloody, was flopping messily around his face, his skin covered in scratches and cuts, his glasses smashed and hanging from one ear. He appeared grey-coloured in appearance, his hands outstretched and fingers bent as he staggered forwards, grabbing Joe around the neck - who had just rejoined us, his Quicksilver shirt sporting a huge bloody rip across the chest. Yazz and Zoe turned to stare in disbelief at the pair as Joe thrashed and screamed in Mikey's grip but I continued to look ahead as, one by one, more members of My Chemical Romance appeared.
Ray Toro came next, his hair even more messed than I thought possible, his skin pasty and sporting the same wounds as Mikey. As he disappeared into the crowds of monsters I spotted another - Bob Bryar, his beard grown and straggly and his face bloody as he crawled along the floor, his hands gripping the ground as he grinned at the carnage taking place as Joe's body was flung by Mikey, colliding with the iron railings of the bridge and slumping there, motionless.
Zoe and Yazz ran towards him and collapsed next to him.
"Joe! Say something!" Zoe screamed, shaking his limp frame. He didn't stirr, just lay motionless. Yazz brushed the hair out of his eyes and pointed to the gash running across his forehead.
"You... you don't think he's.." She started to whisper, when I interrupted.
"Yazz!" I screamed, fighting off a group of shadowy figures that had pinned me to the railings, the metal points digging into my back and drawing blood. Helplessly I looked to my left at the crowds still coming from the castle - and then I saw him.
Gerard was stood in the gateway, the crowds of monsters and figures still running through towards us, a thick mist engulfing them all. He was just stood there, staring me right in the eye, a large bloodstain covering his otherwise normal, pale face, his hair messed and bloody. He was dressed in an elaborate black suit with a grey tie, all stained red in patches. I looked at him and he looked at me, superior, smug. But before I could even consider running towards him, I felt the pressure leave my body for a few minutes as the shadows released me - only for something else to grab me, its strong hands lacing around my neck as I started to choke. Turning, I came face to face with Frank Iero, the same scratches and stains covering his white skin. His face was puffed out as he strangled me, and as I choked for breath I looked downwards to the floor for some kind of escape.
Instead of escape, I saw... Milla. Right next to my foot, smiling up at me. Blinking, I did a double take, wondering if the fact I couldn't breathe was affecting my mind. No, it was real, she was there. Next to her appeared Charlotte, both of them climbing up onto the bridge, soaking wet. They both ran out of sight and before I knew it Frank had released me as they dragged him to the floor. Taking sharp intakes of breath I looked around to see more of the year tens climbing up from the moat onto the bridge. There were now hundreds if not thousands of monsters and people battling, and I was shocked to see more Mikey's, and more Ray's - they were duplicating.
Gerard had moved since I last looked. He was now walking calmly through the carnage and bodies towards me, a flock of bats circling in a black mass behind him as, with an immense roar, the gate came crashing down, blocking off our exit to the castle. Kicking a few creatures out of the way I moved into the centre of the drawbridge, right into Gerard's path. Bending down, I picked up a sword lying on the floor next to a body and held it in front of myself, staring at him with what I hoped was a threatening look. But just as he was mere metres away from me, I saw a black and orange blur rush past me and Yazz approached Gerard first, pulling a dagger from the pocket of her jeans and running at him. But when she was inch from him she was instantly thrown back, as though she had ran into an invisible wall. He stopped moving now and just looked at her as she regained her posture, glaring up at him.
"Yazz!" I yelled, with a sudden idea. She turned sharply, her eyes moving between me and Gerard. Once I knew I had her attention, I made a simple kicking gesture. She nodded, her face breaking into a grin and, getting up, she ran at Gerard - and kicked him in the balls, jumping away and running towards me. I grabbed her and we watched as Gerard staggered backwards and fell over the edge of the drawbridge, landing with a loud crash in the black water, vanishing from sight. The remaining members of MCR and all their clones began to wail horribly, screaming for him as all the monsters rushed to the railings, diving in after him.
We took this as our cue to run. But just as we turned to leave I spotted a very wet, bloody hand clawing the bridge, followed by the top of a black head as Gerard emerged, coming to stand before us and, before I could get a good look at him, suddenly flying at Yazz, wrapping his hands around her neck and choking her until she slumped in his grip as he dropped her. I caught her before she hit the ground and, nodding to the others, we ran, dashing across the bridge and helping Zoe to pick up Joe's unconscious body, we began to run down the steps, the monsters following us as the bats flew at us, obstructing our vision. The steps took us down the cliff edge along the moat and we hurtled down them, looking up at the dark castle where clones of the band members were visible screaming at the windows and monsters were scaling the stone walls. We continued to run and, soon enough, we found ourselves at the very edge of the cliff, a huge drop in front of us that ended on a large arrangement of sharp rocks at the bottom. We backed away from the dead end and saw only one escape - a door to our right, another part of the castle. With a sigh, I wrenched it open and we all darted inside, out of the cold conditions.
It wasn't exactly a gloomy room like the ones we'd seen earlier. It was my school dining hall, in utter darkness except for two lights above the tables. Smelling food we all ran into the cafeteria, piling up bowls with the only thing available - pasta. Once each of us (minus Joe and Yazz) were holding a mountain of pasta, we dashed to the lit tables and sat down, beginning to eat the food as if we hadn't eaten in weeks. We were just beginning to relax when the door suddenly crashed open, the slam echoing around the hall and making the cutlery on the tables shake jerkily. Standing in the doorway, illuminated by the lightening striking outside every few moments, was Gerard Way, more of a mess than before.
He was dripping wet now, his hair soaking and his face bloodier than before. His suit was ripped and torn and covered in crimson, and there was a huge puddle forming around his feet as he walked to the kitchen and got himself a bowl of pasta as we all looked on in shock. I was even more shocked when he came and sat next to me, doing nothing but stare right at me once more. I watched him out the corner of my eye as he looked at me, his face expressionless.
Andthenhepulledoutapairofrevolversshotattheceilingthenthebuildingcamedownonus
andwealldied.
THE END.
xoxox
