Us vs. Them
Tracked
Mikey sped down the dirt path I created, kicking up rocks and rubble behind us. I intertwined my fingers with his shirt, holding on tighter. He leaned back a little, pressing his back against my chest. I looked to my right and saw Gerard driving my Wagon, rocking out to whatever Dr. D was streaming. He looked over and gave me a little salute and winked. Fucking bipolar, that boy. I looked back just in time to avoid a white flash whip past me.
I turned around and faced 3 Dracs.
Just.
Peachy.
"Mikey, speed up! 3 Dracs, 9 o'clock." I pulled my left leg over to my right, so I was ridding side saddle. Mikey threw down his right arm for support and I held on, steadying myself as I turned around. I threw my hand to my left side and pulled out my Ray Gun, aiming at the foe.
"Mikey, get out of there!" I heard Gerard yell and brakes scream. I looked over and he had swiveled around and was now driving in reverse. He had pulled out his gun as well, and was beautifully multitasking. I pulled the helmet off my head and stuck it on the back seat. "Mikey, pull around Gerard, yeah?"
"You got it," he grunted, rearing back and swerving. He pulled over to the driver's side and I slipped in over Gerard's lap.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled at me. I tossed Mikey a charged Ray Gun and he stepped on the gas and flew off.
I reached back and pulled out my Bowie and looked down at Gerard.
"Can you not stare at me right now? We're kinda busy!" he barked.
"Nice legs," I commented, reaching into the visor. "Spread 'em."
"What? Now's not the time."
"Spread 'em!" I hollered and he obeyed. I plunged my knife in between his legs, tearing the fabric of the seat. I plunged my hand inside and pulled out my makeshift hand grenade.
"Alright, if I didn't hate your fucking existence, I'd say that was some kinky shit." He swerved again, running down a Drac.
"1 down." I hooked myself onto the passenger's door and threw back the grenade, watching it hit the other 2. "Fuck yeah!" I shouted. I turned around and slid back in, kissing Gerard's cheek. "Thank you, gorgeous," I said in my finest British accent. "Now go fetch your brother, darling."
We drove in silence behind Mikey, reaching the base in little to no time. Gerard pulled beside the house and we pulled the tarp over it. I slung my bags over my shoulders and walked hand in hand with Mikey to the back yard. We walked in the sliding door and noticed the living room was empty. We looked around for the other two, but we couldn't find them. I ventured down stairs to be greeted by Frank's swollen red eyes.
"Taylor?" he croaked, rubbing his eyes. Had he been crying? When's the last time he slept? "Is it really you?" I smiled weakly at his question.
"Hey, Frankie." I pulled him into a hug and he kissed my neck, leaving wet spots. I pulled back and wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Go to bed, love." I kissed his nose and off he went, his bare feet padding against the hardwood floor.
I walked farther into the halls, towards Ray's room. His door was closed but I could hear soft music playing. "Heart Shaped Box" by Nirvana greeted my ears as I poked the door open. I looked at my brother, sound asleep, on his bed and sighed. He looked awful. Greasy hair, patchy skin, his beard had come in more coarse and thick than I'd ever seen him. I slid my boots off and slipped myself under the cool sheets with him.
On instinct, I reached my fingers up and wrapped stray curls around them, embracing the 'fro. He jumped a bit at my touch and looked down at me with his perfect orbs. He smiled at me, half hearted. I smiled back, just as bitter.
"You're back."
"Mmm. I guess so."
"Well," He tucked his right arm behind my neck and wrapped his left arm around my torso. "Stick around this time, yeah?"
I wanted to tell him, "Hey. You're the one who told me to leave. You're the one who left in the first place." But for sake of an argument avoided, I just nodded. "Sure.."
He kissed my clammy forehead and mumbled something before nodding off to sleep again. Dead to the world.
I'm almost certain it was a whole hearted "I love you."
I turned around and faced 3 Dracs.
Just.
Peachy.
"Mikey, speed up! 3 Dracs, 9 o'clock." I pulled my left leg over to my right, so I was ridding side saddle. Mikey threw down his right arm for support and I held on, steadying myself as I turned around. I threw my hand to my left side and pulled out my Ray Gun, aiming at the foe.
"Mikey, get out of there!" I heard Gerard yell and brakes scream. I looked over and he had swiveled around and was now driving in reverse. He had pulled out his gun as well, and was beautifully multitasking. I pulled the helmet off my head and stuck it on the back seat. "Mikey, pull around Gerard, yeah?"
"You got it," he grunted, rearing back and swerving. He pulled over to the driver's side and I slipped in over Gerard's lap.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled at me. I tossed Mikey a charged Ray Gun and he stepped on the gas and flew off.
I reached back and pulled out my Bowie and looked down at Gerard.
"Can you not stare at me right now? We're kinda busy!" he barked.
"Nice legs," I commented, reaching into the visor. "Spread 'em."
"What? Now's not the time."
"Spread 'em!" I hollered and he obeyed. I plunged my knife in between his legs, tearing the fabric of the seat. I plunged my hand inside and pulled out my makeshift hand grenade.
"Alright, if I didn't hate your fucking existence, I'd say that was some kinky shit." He swerved again, running down a Drac.
"1 down." I hooked myself onto the passenger's door and threw back the grenade, watching it hit the other 2. "Fuck yeah!" I shouted. I turned around and slid back in, kissing Gerard's cheek. "Thank you, gorgeous," I said in my finest British accent. "Now go fetch your brother, darling."
We drove in silence behind Mikey, reaching the base in little to no time. Gerard pulled beside the house and we pulled the tarp over it. I slung my bags over my shoulders and walked hand in hand with Mikey to the back yard. We walked in the sliding door and noticed the living room was empty. We looked around for the other two, but we couldn't find them. I ventured down stairs to be greeted by Frank's swollen red eyes.
"Taylor?" he croaked, rubbing his eyes. Had he been crying? When's the last time he slept? "Is it really you?" I smiled weakly at his question.
"Hey, Frankie." I pulled him into a hug and he kissed my neck, leaving wet spots. I pulled back and wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Go to bed, love." I kissed his nose and off he went, his bare feet padding against the hardwood floor.
I walked farther into the halls, towards Ray's room. His door was closed but I could hear soft music playing. "Heart Shaped Box" by Nirvana greeted my ears as I poked the door open. I looked at my brother, sound asleep, on his bed and sighed. He looked awful. Greasy hair, patchy skin, his beard had come in more coarse and thick than I'd ever seen him. I slid my boots off and slipped myself under the cool sheets with him.
On instinct, I reached my fingers up and wrapped stray curls around them, embracing the 'fro. He jumped a bit at my touch and looked down at me with his perfect orbs. He smiled at me, half hearted. I smiled back, just as bitter.
"You're back."
"Mmm. I guess so."
"Well," He tucked his right arm behind my neck and wrapped his left arm around my torso. "Stick around this time, yeah?"
I wanted to tell him, "Hey. You're the one who told me to leave. You're the one who left in the first place." But for sake of an argument avoided, I just nodded. "Sure.."
He kissed my clammy forehead and mumbled something before nodding off to sleep again. Dead to the world.
I'm almost certain it was a whole hearted "I love you."
WHAT NO it cant just END THERE I. Need. This.Book. for my HEALTH its not making my fangirlia (a brain disease) any Better. Its too mush of a cliff hanger I just love it so much....
6/11/14